1.1.22

 

he was pushing homelesss buttonshe knew it a real troll but he hadnt asked for his attention  walking alongminding his own business You got a dollar, gimme a dollar, I wanna eat. wasnt a way to begin a conversation with him Ya got a dog eat your dog homeless stuck his grimy face into his an snarled Yaever eat cat, man?

   MAN  he disliked these kinds disliked those who were flamboyant flagrant thought their vagrancy was a hobo social statement Jack London George Orwellian  crap
                                                  so fuckin haughtydefiant don use overnight shelters don eat at soup kitchens

Yawanna step away get outa my face 

smart  he backpedaled
                            reminded him of Cawthorn a politician who talks of taking up arms against fellow Americans a real Big Mouth for someone scratching round in a wheelchair 
Excuse me                                                     

Cat.  Eat cat. homeless snickered

Cat
         I eat pussy
Cat.

Ya might wanna exercise smart again an walk off I got seven cats You were to come around my plac . .
. . You’d do what?
Do
     Simple exercise for a butcher  When I was done nobody would recognise you as anything different than meat from a factory

You . .
. . I would  Don know you from Adamdon care
                                                 Spent years in Missoula working  Id turn ya into ground chuck 
he looked him over for a crack in his veneer

Walkaway  Walkaway at top speed
                                         Ill give ya a headstart 
Fuck you, man!

Coudbe ugly last words
                           Git along lil doggie
he stumbled off not smartly
                             perhaps propelled on the fumesinstincts of self survival 
to be fair he flashed his kbar 
                              hed cut throat had skinned deer elk rabbit  was good with a knife an animals are animals
Eat cat  Wha a prick
                       Must have picked that threat up somewhere  Feral cats wouldve torn him up left scars Easier to eat poodle  Here Fido Here Frenchy  Not a speck of cereal
afternoon,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  29  12. 21
1658,  ReggaeFriday,  31  12. 21

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