Number 35

Like clockwork, she began the process.

Disciplines > Storytelling > Plots  

In the ground 

My mother is no fish 

She mused as she vomited

Bad curry into a 

Ten gallon bucket 

That swirled down into 

The tar pits of hell 

🖕🏽🤘🏼🖖🏼 Polti’s Situations > Recovery of a lost one 

        Recovery of a lost one, it begins, so casually run amok and offhandedly re-instated (with no regard for personal      

        experience and perception of the lost one. So be it.  And that was that.

👆🏻Previous: Remorse

But first the lost one must become lost – how  it casually runs amok for a predetermined time on-stage and just as careless as the fall, our lost sheep is offhandedly re-instated as personal example of some awful family event that permeated the DNA of immigrants who are everyone even chimps by the time you read this we have already lost our innocence now we wonder what all our vain attempts to keep the daydream alive were masked by lies 


Long wooden

I’d like to propose a timeless timeline of a tv focused on Nixon 


Then Reagan 

Forgetting about Iran contra 

While letting hiv wreak havoc across the undesirables 

And the crack was released like hounds in the streets and on the pavement

And here we are

Fearing for our loves and lives 

        experience and perception erased 

         now supposedly not shell shocked 

         Keep smiling and say you are so grateful to be where? 

Home ?

Ah no

The American refugee 

Next: Loss of loved ones


Like Howard Cossell or Walter Cronkite NEXT

Loss of loved one 

So pedestrian a list

This is of loss

The theater more brutal than the scapel 


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