STAR WARS - OBI WAN AND JANGO FETT TALK

Existence Womb (100)

   
   "Existence Womb (100)"
   
   In another dimension maybe, a singular spot on the Multiversal wax of many things wends the weird of the Chief, but that's how he got through life--by being bizarre.  He was frazzled and yet heroic.
   Regardless, that spot, Miriam and Buck in luminous lovemake, for the sake of reproduction, at least--I'll give them people that.  Both touched by the Holy Spirit.  Conceiving and bringing forth the fruit of life.  
   The fruit of Miriam's womb--the womb:  so much like life, feeding us our eternal aspects, forging them now on this field of play.  Buck knew a secret:  The Holy Ghost adored football, as a blonde cheerleader, so cheesy and old-fashioned America, where no pearls and pumps haunt with the evil beaver nowadays.
   So, the synergy of them in a muscle car.  Playing like a coyote and a wolf, till the fabric of freedom is woven, by that female entity, the spider, saving King David from treacherous follow.
   It is all together.  These people were not defeatists.  They just looked that way.  So depraved and desperate, feeling the anguish of death upon them all the clicking time.  Thus, they talked to dogs.   
   

Existence Womb (99)

   
   "Existence Womb (99)"
   
   They had a MAC-10 on Dr. Luke--an antiquated weapon, possibly crafted in 1964, though time too can be relative, and Dr. Luke, the good physician, succumbed to the "eating lead" of it all.
   He got this letter in a padded cell, for his posterity; moreover, his protection--even though he was a threat to the government's underground machine, he was a leaking-genius for them.  So goes:
   
   A needle through the hymen; next, cut from the belly--a virgin birth.  Your daughter to be the true ONE.  The ONE to give birth to the Celestial Child, a male, that could be injected by our super-science means.  A half-breed.  A Hybrid.  A Man in Black beyond the normality of the weirdness that it admits.  Yup, Dr. Luke, you can have it all.  A Grandchild that is a demigod of science.  
   
                                                                                 . . .  Your Friends In The Black . . .

Existence Womb (98)

   
   "Existence Womb (98)"
   
   Buck was under heavy fire from over-sized craniums; regardless, he dodged and ducked with telepathic agility, remembering Thursday, from the Rosary, the Luminous Mysteries, and the Proclamation of the Kingdom, knowing:  "He who will not accept the Kingdom of Heaven as a little child will not enter it."
   Buck didn't know if he was correct in his holy meditation; next, split an over-sized cranium in half by a cerebral-forged wolf howl.  He would rescue Miriam's Dad, the physician, Dr. Luke.  
   
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   Miriam was in the fuchsia-hued Boss 429, surmising that Buck went to the Florida swamps, where the government was conducting craziness, and her Dad was involved; thus, she floored her instincts in that specific direction.   

Existence Womb (97)

   
   "Existence Womb (97)"
   
Buck was covert operations and all that camouflaged crap,
Hid in the sweaty Florida swamps, fanged for the passionate attack;
Specifically, he was "wolfed-out" in all of the ancient canine's galore,
Ready to rescue Dr. Luke--enforce the good physician to intently score
A recognition of love for his forgotten daughter,
Never offering her up as the virginal lamb to the government's spookish slaughter,
Yet Buck perceived that there were alien grays on pretentious patrol;
However, they could not Godsmack his dog-like telepathy into their crystal skull,
For the incredible wolf was loyal, though suspicious, but always a friend,
Only thinking conspiracy concerning a copperhead's venomous overextend. 

Country Boy Can Survive - Hank Williams Jr. ( w/lyrics )

Existence Womb (96)

   
   "Existence Womb (96)"

   Miriam was puffing away; next, extinguished her cherry, rubbing it out on a Saint Andrew's Cross ashtray in the greasy garage.  Afterwards, she went out into the humid and sticky Arkansas morning, the Moon near its full glow of neon cheese.  She glanced at the monster Boss 429, was a bit consoled, thought of Buck, and prayed to the Godhead that he was gonna be okay.  Too, she said a prayer for her Dad's safety, forgiving.  Enter Freddy, all sparkly in her coat of shimmering yellow gelled with sparkly orange, those golden eyes focused on teenage Miriam, now almost eighteen.

FREDDY
Fear not; He will be with you till the end of time; moreover, you have forgiven your father; thus, your sins too will be forgiven.

MIRIAM
You're so Christ-like for a coyote.

FREDDY
It's all merged and gelled together.  Too, the Great Coyote's return will announce the Son of Man coming down from the clouds of heaven.

MIRIAM
When will it all happen?  All this garbage and anguish in life fade away?

FREDDY
When the reptile is in the cage for a thousand years.  People will have time to get their scat together.

MIRIAM
So, what's on your agenda Freddy, this morning?

FREDDY
Find a specter of a mouse to pounce on; then, get some REM sleep, hoping to dream sweetly of influencing your sense of comedy and relief.

MIRIAM
Yeah, I could use some relief.

FREDDY
Take some Pepto-Bismol; next, you'll poop a big pink log.

MIRIAM
How gross Freddy, and for a lady like you.

FREDDY
I'm just like a dog after all--gee whiz, get with the program girl.