Liberty's Sparkle (27)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (27)"
   
   Faye wasn't stupid.  Hell, she had her GED; plus, was an autodidact, knowing how to turn over a library, though not as mercurial in her reading as Liberty; nevertheless, Faye knew plenty of wise and ancient shit.
   A Kunoichi is a female ninja, and with the ninja--deception replaces confrontation.  It is the Art of the Deal.  Humble, a farmer, yet able to kick Navy SEAL ass by way of dressing up cosmetically like a clown and stabbing the honorary samurai in the back, without him being consciously aware; indeed, Putin and the KGB females know how to play America--get a hot Russian agent, and the American man will sleep with her in sloppy fashion and spill his secrets; plus, speculate and brag on classified material; moreover, Putin is a master of Judo, and as their mantra goes:  "When your enemy comes, welcome him.  When he leaves, send him on his way."
   Yup, Faye knew American men were sex crazed and starving for attention; thus, she figured she had a foot up, if she played it like Liberty, got All American Patriot, dressed in Walmart normality, and talked with couth and cool.  Verily, if she mustered the power to have that kinda counterpoise; next, she'd nab a down-to-Earth, regular guy like Tom, which is what her heart sincerely craved instead of tattooed guys with selfish semen to spill for the hell of it.
   Anyway, Faye missed Liberty and the grocery girl's growing belly, wanting the American Dream as well, ready and willing to rip away all her mortifying body piercings in order to capture the prey of a dreamboat dude decked out in modest decor and demon free.  It was on!!! 
   She manifested her more moral appearance at Liberty and Tom's trailer, wearing khaki pants and a Carolina-blue shirt to enhance communication and cool, Liberty was like:  "Damn girl--you're going down the middle road, staying outta the gutter.  I still liked you the other way too."
   Faye blushed:  "Just trying to find my cool, like you Liberty."  And she eagerly embraced her best friend in a cat-like bear hug.   

Liberty's Sparkle (26)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (26)"
   
   The time had wended onward, and Liberty did move into Tom's mobile home as Faye had surmised; furthermore, more of Faye's prophecy had come to bloom, for Liberty was with child.
   Liberty wasn't nastily nervous or weirdly weary, not taking upon herself the saddening enchantment of some trailer folk, some I said, for she had a job and so did Tom; alas, they were crummy jobs, but paid the bills, and medical insurance was provided, partially.
   Her main concern was that once having read in a parenting magazine that a guy's slippery semen could be tainted if he's a smoker, and she wanted her baby healthy--Tom was a heavy smoker; otherwise, their diets were stable, and she was drinking plenty of green tea and taking prenatal vitamins, getting all those minerals, with high doses of iron and folic acid; plus, other shit she couldn't pronounce or even think of.
   Faye was a regular visitor, always giving a good bit of innocent ribbing, especially to Tom; otherwise, an elegant lady, having removed a few of her eyelid piercings, and dressing more casual, sometimes chanting to herself:  "It's causal."
   So, the Fourth of July was arriving, and Tom had built a British battleship from a model kit he had ordered off of Amazon.Com; moreover, Faye was bringing some firecrackers to blow it up and celebrate true patriotism; plus, her and Tom would be throwing back some brew and puffing away on tobacco, while Liberty just loved and laughed at life, having found a family, and eagerly awaiting Tom's, most likely, meek but romantically true proposal. 
   Too, the terrier Spanky was still a comrade-in-arms, happy with his new home, and loving Tom, his new best buddy.  Yup, Liberty was a bit jealous, but since Tom was a professional pizza boy, he always smelled like pepperoni and sausage.  

You know what Ol' Jack Burton always says...

Robin and the Rabbit

   
   "Robin and the Rabbit"
   
   Yesterday, before the Full Moon did arrive, I got some flying and hopping critters on the turf of my surrounding suburban sprawl--damn boy, they got dynamite down the street, building up the money structures, and forcing the animals to recklessly reside near quasi-concrete jungles.  
   Anyway, the Robin:  In Medieval Europe, lore explains that the Robin flew at Christ's crown of thorns, attempting to tear it away from Our Lord; however, he only managed to damage his own breast; thus, wears red there, as a badge of honor.  Too, Robins want us to trust our instincts, expressing our independent creativity--so goes the metaphysics and magic of it all.
   The Rabbit.  Boy can they dodge and dance like Flutie in the pocket up on the Canadian grasslands, representing thunderous fertility and yet open vulnerability.  Though boxed in, plenty of Rabbits have been known to kick their way out of a predator's razor sharp claws or ferocious fangs.
   All in all, be grateful for nature; moreover, the infinite beauty of creation.  All painted upon our sweet observations--if we take the time to look.
   I know these pictures aren't fabulous, but zoom in fella. 

Pic sux; regardless, Chipmunk Totem Energy

   
   "Pic sux; regardless, Chipmunk Totem Energy"
   
   When the chipmunk doth arriveth in your life, things will get chatty; moreover, protect your nuts, like an astrology-fearing Scorpio, and let the adventure begin.
   You will elegantly enjoy sharing your eloquent stories of resilient survival, for being such a small critter and still getting by--you are awesome! 
   And why would an instinctive dog put those precious brown eyes underneath the ferocious grip of its predatory incisors?  Don't ask this dude.
   And work with your hands, gathering your art and hiding a heavenly habitat for your treasure, for as Christ knows:  "Where your heart is, your treasure is also."
  Gather and create art for futurity's sake.  Collect and talk, not greasy diner gossip, but the extravagance of existence, and always--an appreciation and reverence for life, hiding or coding your literature, like Pynchon and Faulkner.      

 

Flower Moon, 2016

   
   "Flower Moon, 2016"
    
   Tonight, which is May 21, 2016--we have a Full Flower Moon, for the flowers are busily blooming as the official time of summer cometh; moreover, this Full Moon is also known as the Full Corn Plenty Moon or Milk Moon.
   Too, we can dub tonight's occasion a Blue Moon, which usually means two Full Moons in a single month; thus, some astronomers don't agree that tonight is an official Blue Moon, but a seasonal Blue Moon; however, since it is the 3rd Full Moon when a season contains four Full Moons--it's all cool.
   The metaphysical types consider this a cosmic sign to handle well crafted commitments on a spiritual level; plus, focus on the intangible aspects of Divine Love.
   It might all seem so gay (happy) and Farmer's Daughter-like, but the werewolves will be out, at least within the theater of a Lycanthrope's beastly brain.  

Liberty's Sparkle (25)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (25)"

   Faye got in on the Bud Light Lime drinking--Liberty had brought it to Tom's, thinking he would partake of the citrus-like spiked brew, but he stuck with his Diet Sprite and tobacco--Liberty didn't sneak one coffin nail; however, Faye both drank and smoked, being a bit lewd and kinda/sorta grotesque in her carnal descriptions of medieval dwarfs and NBA players, to which Tom replied:  "I guess I'm in the middle then, like Buddha."
   Faye with:  "You're nothing like Buddha pizza boy, but have the neurosis of a a Woody Allen movie--are you Jewish?"
    Tom, not a bit hurt, but pleased with the compliment as he took it, for he enjoyed the 
Hebrew classics; plus, had a Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am model he had constructed with crazy glue in his trailer's bedroom, and said:  "Even European guys, now here in America for a while, can be a bit neurotic--it's all part of my charm."
   Liberty broke up the non-toxic symposium leaning towards a pernicious pissing contest, stating:  "We should call up "Froggie's Feet" and order some corn dogs."
   Faye, being herself, blurted:  "That is nasty girl.  And why are you thinking about corn dogs anyway?"
   Liberty blushed, but Tom brightened with a stronger glow of crimson, saying:  "While a corn dog is a rat on a stick, sometimes a corn dog is just a corn dog." 
   Liberty lifted her blonde upwards, taking her forest-green eyes and smiling their mystical brilliance in her new boyfriend's direction; next, she glared at Faye, but broke off the faked seriousness by offering a toothy grin--all was okay, and they did order the corn dogs--Faye ate two; moreover, it only cost them $.5.93 in wrinkled paper and change.