he memorialised things he preferred he wasnt

                                                 the cuntkingthe sociopathclown jiggling in the center-ring Juvenals circus and bread the number of Americans who had died at the hands of those illmanaging the novel coronavirus

why not memorialise something he wanted to

Chief Luther Standing Bear 

                               The man who sat on the ground we rarely make that connexion anymore – since we wear shoes have lawnchairs benches sidewalks streets roads vehicles apartments houses buildings malls highrises buses trains aeroplanes – we do not touch the earth – maybe if we did we wouldnt be so quick to let it be spoiled tainted and ruined – we wouldnt deny were injuring the earth  taking  taking  taking  rarely attempting to heal the land restore it  care for the earth . . it is the tit that nurses us that is running dry in his tipi meditating on life and its meaning rarely does the Mass of humanity take into account or has the wherewithal to meditate on Life and Living their meanings because there is an appetite for the Afterlife – rote mindless prayers rosaries prayer beads kneeling on rugs in pews worshipping the God who they demanded sacrifice his son for them  and the Gods others worship  accepting the kinship of all creatures and acknowledging unity with the universe of things, was infusing into his being the true essence of civilisation, and when native man left off this form of development, his humanisation was retarded in growth.

Chief Luther Standing Bear called the many retarded

                                                          he couldnt help but agree and memorialise it                                                                                          

0744,  Friday,  20  12. 19

1534,  Twosday,  5  5. 20

The Monkees  I’m a Believer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PQAqprjOuA