Indigo Samson (18)

   
   "Indigo Samson (18)"
  
   Miriam had anchored down the masculine muscle of the feminine-hued Boss 429 upon the Western geography of Wyoming's brag, it an enchanted part of Terra's tough terrain, feeling the roaming and ripping rubber, having been kissed by the baptismal burn.  Buck sat next to her, in full Spirit Wolf form, as tame as a Gubbio Canine, yet still having his defenses on in case the sinister suck of sin attempted to wickedly entangle their attempt to make sublime Crusade, being the pack's sovereign shield by way of a sophisticated sniffer.  
   Miriam could hear the Queen of ALL virgins inside her, instructing intently:  "The Kingdom of God is within you; furthermore, God tests the just, and greed will not be tolerated by the Divinity of the poor man's plight.  Know:  even young David watched as a wicked world hunted and stalked the poor, using pride and false testimony, tricks forged by a lascivious lust to blemish the purity of a man made snow white.  Yet the angels are all around and above, watching; still, fill your seeking hollow with only that which belongs in a tapestried temple."
   Miriam knew that she was never alone, not even if made an exiled hermit, for God is the feature of man, yet hears those best in touch with the beatified benevolence of their own being, comprehending that chaos must not reside within, nor celebration in victory, only a hung and humble head after you have crushed the hideous hunger of the hellacious; nevertheless, there is no guilt in righteous indignation; thus, be not grieving or gregarious in sharing negativity, lest you influence the light of candles lit around you, darkening them with a doomed determination to damn yourself, for a soul is only damned when it neglects to admit the Good Ghost, believing their own hands are moving islands unto themselves.     

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Indigo Samson (17)

   
   "Indigo Samson (17)"
   
   Samson Landon pulled his wondrous, wavy mane back into a poor man's ponytail and solidly sauntered, with a purpose, as if he knew where he was going, and he did, through the suburban sprawl of it all till up to Maxie's Irish Catholic front door; next, he rang the doorbell with a blue pointer, his own, and the love of that push had symmetrical synergy with the craving chime, Maxie knowing he was coming after her semi-sacred heart, her forged not to be proud or arrogant, and in twisted sister love with those toxic traits, yet constructed by the Book of Life to learn love, intrinsically knowing that a gentle stroke of electric connection between mother and father is beyond the engagement of gladiatorial intercourse, and not because she couldn't have vicious victory with her vaginal values, but due to a foundation of faith in the fidelity of those fit beyond Darwin's delinquency, able to withstand blows of bravado shoved in their faces for decades, allowing themselves to be walked over, turning the other cheek, mostly always; however, there is a time for peace, yet there is a time for war; moreover, Maxie had outshined the threshold of faith, knowing it was true Hebrew history, and would religiously reap a protracted portion of non-pernicious party-time, having rooted herself by sowing the sublime seed into a planet once enslaved.
   She bit her bottom lip out of the suave shock of this super-mundane mutation of the seasons, and greeted Samson at the door, him armed with a crooked grin, glaring deep into her soul, and the love was axiomatically atomic.  

Al Capone

   
   "Al Capone"
   
   You won't take me alive, coppers.  Called cops, as the buttons were made of copper, which assists in crystal communication; regardless, Capone said:  "You can steal more with the ink pen than you can with the gun."   
   Christ boasted of God, knowing:  "Love of money is the root of ALL evil."  Bel and the Dragon--snakes disguised as humans--Daniel exposed them.
   Balance for the wicked man is chaos and decency.  Do a little decency, and the karmic records allow you entrance, but remember the narrow gate, for you cannot sneak into Heaven, crossing the Sublime Perimeter without the Son of David.
   Balance for the altruistic is:  Father and Mother.  Fear the Father, and honor thy Mother.  This is true sublimity.  Solomon everlasting, reminding:  "Hearken unto the father that begat you, and despise not your mother when she grows old."  
   A Guild of Thieves.  Black-Robed Pricks and a country bought by false testimony.  What the hell; specifically, be a truck driver, and shake the Pillars of Heaven.  Jack Burton:  "It's ALL in the reflexes."  

Indigo Samson (16)

   "Indigo Samson (16)"

   Rosh Hashanah.  Samson, Judeo-Christian.  Harvester in the field.  And Maxie would become a true harvester.
   Wyoming.  Cowboy.  Single Action, though with two you have twelve lives.  And Miriam would pilot the crew, as did the King.  Boss 429--no better.  Too, Bobby Rook and Liberty; plus, Buck.

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