on the 101 north of Buellton California he drove into a heavy rainstorm that in turns were infested with bouts of hail

he said it out loud so he wouldnt forget to tell his daughter  Ive been through hail and back to get here

shed laugh 

she got him

as profane or as sexual he was she knew him to be the man he was

he never pulled any punches with either of his girls

he was driving to LA to spend precious time with his family indeed   precious    with other family members they all knew it but never spoke of it they acquiescedsubmitted  they did the familial obligation  which was something akin to being born with an unusual birthmark  but not too unusual or obvious that youd spend money to have it removed 

Take a deep breath 

Fratricide or sororicide could be pricey  

so hed rather endure

Ive been through hail and back to get here

                                                     but there wasnt anything he wouldnt do for them

1127,  Friday,  10  5. 19

1144,  Twosday,  14  5. 19

The Low Anthem  To the Ghosts Who Write History Books  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2QNqKhdGIw

ever wander through the types of murder available to us? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_types_of_killing#Killing_of_family

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tta_SORj0Y4

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