14.5.19




eat your kill 


if you kill something you eat it

trouble todaythese days was that very few ate what they killed because they hadnt the stomach to kill to eat 

they want somebody else to kill so they could eat




whatever Ai killed hed eat 
                             he was a sucker for Asian dolls  look how far hes come  he didnt write Oriental dolls  people had kneejerk reactions to his Oriental  they didnt pause long enough to learn he also used Occidental

so what if she killed a watermelon

the melon was cracked wide open

its innards exposed

hed seen cracked melons

hed seen brains exposed

hed prefer they were watermelonsprefer to savor its cool sticky juices spitting their seeds playfully  randomly 

but that wasnt the case                                                                    

he collected dog tags

he wrote letters to their familiespeople hed never met or seen  to inform them of their loved ones death  their circumstance 
                ought to sit down an try to write a letter like that

that was a sober to annihilate with liquor later

anif not liquor then whatever you could get your hands on

you needed the liquorthe whatever to sear the memoryto burn it beyond recognition so that when it bubbled up again into your consciousness an it would you couldnt recognise one horrible mess from another  an homogenising the discrete  making it indiscrete  you save yourself

they werent to be saved


otherwise they would have been 
                                    an he had to let them become simple stone mileposts along the road of his life



Ai  another hunk of melon please . . .    all of her packed onto 1.60 m  crazy

2325,  Monday,  13   5. 19
1043,  Twosday,  14  5. 19
The Low Anthem  A Weary Horse Can Hide The Pain  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90Ssi-T28zg

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