Virgin Ninja (5)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (5)"
   
   Bobby McQuade was the dude, the man, he practically shit ice cream; alas, he was a wiry guy with a broken-heart; moreover, a slump of an extra alley cat on them old HEATHCLIFF reruns, animated.
   Still, as did Jango Fett, Bobby McQuade harnessed his ethnicity, knowing the Irish had the spirit of imagination, fight, and adoration of Christ.  Thus, Bobby was A Okay, in a sense, that he let his Jungian onion peel take him into the potato days, remembering his lineage definitely survived a famine with exodus--James Joyce says a bard has three weapons:  Cunning, exile, and I forgot the other one; regardless, the best bard of the 20th Century knew:  Publish a book; next, you've pissed people off and have to run, unless you're a mad hermit, playing Tarot with yourself.
   Anyway, shaved head with a more than microscopic splotch of goatee, Bobby appeared semi- mystical, but was only fortified in his feeble strength by Christ.  He had a good jab though, and a broken front tooth to prove he had used it.  A scrapper, but melancholy always tempting; still, he was a cabbage, too stupid to be depressed, and easily underestimated.  
   When he first saw Joanna Blance laboring at SUBWAY, her forging a meatball with cucumbers and spinach for an omnivore lady, he was smitten by her Joan of Arc bob and explosion of flaxen girly curls; plus, her athletic frame, and weird vibration, as if the Beach Boys were playing 409 in the theater of his imagination.  

Helping the disabled.

Virgin Ninja (4)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (4)"
  
   It was merely a dream.  A night of escape into something unexplained, really.  We aren't at the STAR TREK stage just yet, still cutting on people, damaging tissue and sending the vibration of SHOCK into the entire corporeal being save we enter through the sacred spots with surgical sublimity.
   Joanna Blanc was hardcore steel.  She was hurt in life, very badly, and sought the boom of justice thirsted for by Batman himself; as a result, she was the wacky ninja lady.
   But this summer-soothing night, the jasmine painting hues of covers, gently and lightly, over her box shorts' aspects, a Wonder Woman T oddly decorating her middle-aged body, and she fell into the laser of burgundy, knowing every honorable war is a just war; however, control your power, and don't go all soup nazi, yet sometimes the adversary is nasty and barbaric, giving you no way out save to go all Joan of Arc on their ass, but she got no Sacrament of Reconciliation at the end of blood on the battlefield--no insult, she is an axiomatic Saint, her candle lit before time itself; still, even a Saint is second unto Christ, for He is the vine, and we are the branches; nevertheless, we are gods too, as Scripture proclaims.  

Virgin Ninja (3)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (3)"
   
   Joanna had spoken to Sister Nelson about a great many things; specifically, was told not to mention her lineage or ichor merged with the Jungian onion peel of her ancestral Basque, yet focus on the positive, like Tom Brady, yet she had no true mentor--no fatherly patriarch to whip and forge her into a State of Grace; indeed, as it is written:  God tests the just man.  Like a reality show.  Oh, how the progressives with their fancy fixations will melt when God is ultimately acknowledged, and the prophets are honored in their own time.
   Yet Joanna knew she was no prophet.  A confessor.  A simple serf.  A mere character in a play rooted in melancholy, due to their lack of appreciating Freedom of Speech, Religion, and especially comedy.  Nobody likes Trump's jocularity, resisting it, though Christ instructed to resist not.  We are all headed to Civil War, and the allegorical Southern Man, still too lazy to pick his own cotton, an easy industry, when the Yankees have been lifting steel for centuries, more or less.
   Joanna Blanc invoked Joan of Arc, the most distracting figure ever to be on the battlefield.  An inviolate, blood-thirsty breeder of the Phoenix, wending her way from ash to life by way of Mark Twain, friends with Tesla, and subscribing to dandyism like Joyce, having a sophisticated mustache, even before his candle was lit as a river boat Captain, dismissing education, as autodidacticism made him a genuine erudite, soaring beyond the surge of the swamp, and while his books are burned, the Koran uses the same ethnic slur, though from, possibly, Saint Gabriel; thus, it is welcome.
   All Joanna knew was that her existence determined her fate.  Predestination, of course, for there is an Author of Life, yet Free Will manipulated against those unable to conform.  Never conform--this was the mantra of Joanna.  She would be an island unto herself, neglecting the Pop-Culture of Beavers building dams, and dancing with dexterity towards God's true rainbow determination.
   Nunchucks and all.  

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Virgin Ninja (2)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (2)"
   
   Joanna was at the Carmelite Monastery, saying the Holy Rosary; moreover, Friday was always a difficult day of meditation due to the Sorrowful Mysteries the Sacred Beads made you reflect upon, especially the Crowning with the Thorns, and how you mediated upon LOVE OF HUMILIATIONS; indeed, none was braver than Jesus Christ, His Heart--Source of ALL Consolation.  His Father, pure Spirit, the Source ITSELF, Christ having said:  "When you pray to My Father, pray in Spirit, for My Father is pure Spirit."  So, who's to question the pneumatic aspects of Christ?  Anyway, after the Rosary was finished, Sister Nelson and Joanna Blanc went outside into the heat of summer, enjoying the natural animism of it all.  

SISTER NELSON
Are you still fighting crime like Batman?

JOANNA
Yes.  But I'm not a millionaire.

SISTER NELSON
Fortunate.  Now, you actually have a chance of inheriting Heaven.

JOANNA
It's not easy being poor.

SISTER NELSON
Christ told Saint Peter it wasn't going to be easy.  God only gave Ten Commandments; next, you get to keep your geography, but Christ was harsher from a point of view, giving us more Commandments; then, His Mother gave the greatest Commandment:  "Do as My Son says."

JOANNA
Will sleaze ever fade into the vacuous black?

SISTER NELSON
There will come a time.  But for now, keep fighting the good fight, and persevere to the end.  For where your heart is, Christ said, so will your treasure be also.  

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