its one thing when he talked to the dead

another when the dead started talking back

                                               brutally

they didnt have to hold their tongues

spare feelings

he was happy they had learned

those who were harshest he assumed eventually would even out a child with a new toy he was delighted to listen to their tirades

             he provoked them that shit was something they should never have tolerated when they were alive
and while they were alive he told them

                                         You didnt have to put up with crap

somehow they thought they did

he did recognise the somehow

they were women

anif a woman speaks her mind as men do shes a bitch

he implored them to be bitches Theyre pricks Fly your freak flagFuck em

angst

      their angst was palpable coloured the night air flashed like lightning bugs

they didnt speak to him in the daytime maybe they did but he couldnt hear them his mind was awhirl in the sunshine and he couldnt even get time with himself if he wanted too 

                                                        Selfish prick  there was always several in the committee who chastised himcalled him out  theyre right unfortunately their attempts to disrupt himdisrupture him were to no avail  their words white noise like water over a rocky fall

when he finally relaxed and got down to the bottom to the falls pool  there the noise was less harsh words formed voices could speak and he could hear them

he hadnt always heard

recent wounds cut deep

they wouldnt heal for awhile  not a long while and in the meanwhile  the gaping wounds must have served as mouths

he had herbal tea at night before bed

going into the bedroom he called to his cats Im going to bed kids Just so you know where I am

a voice or voices were already tucked in and comfortable

O the things they told him

he was wary initially 

he floated balloons

acted fuckin naïve he didnt know he had that in him

the things they saidO the things they said were true he hadnt doubted but no one could tell him the sky was blue and he believed them unless he went outside to see for himself what colour blue

he called it a character trait

others called it a defect

Then Im just fine being defective

Hmm if he was defective why were they talking to him

Because you’re thorough.

Thoroughly defective

HA!

     nice  they still had a sense of humour

sometimes he fell asleep as they told their stories

which was really nice

he read stories or told stories to ease family and friends into sleep

itd been a long time since someone told him a bedtime story

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1259,  Saturday,  25  4. 20

Fiona Apple  Heavy Balloons   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8whTAkkBv6U        

55,383 (as of 1650, Sunday, 26 4. 20)

he was listening again to yet another commentator on television assail the president correctly  it was ad nauseum ad nauseum the clown had made him nauseous even before he descended on an escalator to address a bribed gathering who chanted his name chanted chanted enchanting  he loves his name chanted he loves adulation he thinks hes the king of the kingdom

                 delusion hadnt hurt him in the past Daddy always picked him up and wiped his nose and told him what a grand boy he was never raised a hand to him a hand was never raised to him he never had to prove his mettle among men with his fists because there were people who did that for him he was too prettyhe was too protectedtoo bundled in a roll of banknotes

                                 yah a regular fuckin kingpin without a scar to prove his cred 

he listened to the commentator yammer and bluster the man had been within arms length of the clowns orange wig  and he would have thought for the animosity the commentator obviously endured that he would have stepped forward offered his hand as his brother did once years ago when they were kidswhen they were outnumbered four – to – two

he saw it coming the fake handshake the feign  and as the kid extended his hand to take his whining brothers his brother suddenly snatched his wrist with his left and brought a wicked uppercut from his belt to the tip of the kids chin  c o l d c o c k e d  the fuck didnt even feel the back of his skull slap on the concrete street and the suddennessthe unexpectedness of it though he saw it comingsaw it coming because he knew his brother was crazy  wrenched the situation from their advantage  took it out of their hands

hed positioned himself to catch the guy standing beside him with an elbow to the temple

it was as easy as 1 – 2

                          and with the ferocity of the attackits suddenness now an even playing field with crazies the remaining two bolted

                     Buhbye baby Bye bye

his brother picked up their baseball bat from the side of the street and smashed the taillights of the c o l d c o c k e d cocks car

they walked away

they left the car running

stealing the car would have been a road -- too – far

listening to the commentator recalling his proximity to the president all he could think was that the commentator could have busted his lip and let loose-lipsprobably for the first time ever since he fell off his bicycle and had it shot that he would have tasted his own blood

the president who had no clue how many Americans had died of coronavirus – that was the question that should have been asked every time he took the podium – the president dispersed bright shiny objects to the media to keep it offbalance  

they shouldve been 

its nothing more that countermeasure  militaristic  

if the militarys brute force has civilian implications countermeasures flares and chaff bright shiny objects obfuscate and distract

            Look hereLook here! NO  Over thereOver there!

the president isnt a genius

he isnt even a man

his neighbourhood would have eaten him up and spit him out inedible  besides   who wants a mouthful of shit            

bright shiny objects  flares and chaff  distractions  phony childs toy balloons  and somehow the media is intemperate  is unwilling to call Horseshit! get up and walk out of phony coronavirus pressers feeble MAGA rallies and walk every time the president evades legitimate health concerns and cant answer the question

Sir. How many Americans have died from coronavirus?

if theres a single thingone number he should be able to hold in his head and regurgitate or maybe not its pretty big its the direct result of his failed policiesof the Federal governments inaction when its Intelligence informed his administration in November A PANDEMIC

                                             he ought to be able to saywith confidence irrevocably  at last because States data streams to the Federal government HOW MANY AMERICANS HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF HIS MAGICAL--THINKING 

“I ALONE CAN FIX (THIS).”

horseshit

            bust him in the mouth it wouldnt hurt to try to bring him back to reality the taste of his own blood

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1636,  Sunday,  26  4. 20

https://aviation.stackexchange.com/questions/44297/what-are-the-main-differences-between-flares-and-chaff

https://www.cnbc.com/video/2016/07/21/trump-i-alone-can-fix-the-system.html

Queen  Keep Yourself Alive  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VmEXWpvfhc

gun sales handgun sales theyre running off the shelves Its a mad Mad MAD!! World  CrazyEddieMAD! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCGsqBn9pog but Eddie aint sellin TVs and Videos  Its guns baby guns Guns GUNS! The Greatest Sale EVER!!!

So whos buying

https://annals.org/aim/fullarticle/2765237/coronavirus-disease-2019-covid-19-firearms-united-states-epidemic-suicide

“Persons who purchase handguns have a 22-fold higher rate of firearm-related suicide within the first year than those who did not purchase a handgun.”

Suicides?  Really?

                    They really gotta throw a cold wet blanket on gun salesgotta play with The 2nd Amendmentgotta effect an attack against the pearlywhite NRA  

WellGosh  their families had his sympathies

                                               but it aint theirs to tell someone what they ought to do with their lives – their hands should be filled with concerns and fears of their own

                                                                    not to mention YET HES MENTIONING IT aint an easier way out  is there  handgun in the mouth pointed uptop of the head blown out brains lacerated smashed to indiscrete marl fertilizer in South Korea they hang themselves

hopefully those who opt suicide are choosing a place where their families wont have to discover themwont have to clean up after themtheir brains and blood out of carpets clothing hanging in closets shoes on the floor he knew of what he said

these deaths are now culledlabelled Deaths of despair

sounds like the name of an ambient music band

he would be remiss if he didnt remind readers

                                                 Thars murder in dem thar hills a handgun might seem to be the only recourse for a risk-taker a Have-not taking back from a Have

O the webs we weave

                         maybe he ought to quit stopping spider suicides  theyre master webweavers

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1753.  Saturday,  25  4. 20

https://www.thenation.com/article/culture/case-deaton-deaths-of-despair-book-review/  https://www.pnas.org/content/112/49/15078