Ya cant unsee whaya saw

                                 wasnt pithy wise  commonsensical    

Why ya do that to yourself

Friends had . .

. . They arent friends 

                         They didnt want to suffer their selfinflicted grievances alone Misery loves company

I suspect yave heard that werent born yesterday

                                                     Though sometimes I wonder  Truly

I wasn’t thi . .

. . No yawerent

                  I cant count the number of times yave pleaded that  When ya gonna start

he shook his head like a sad dog bad ears  You’d think I’d know better.

hed let it drift  a crappy rope of exhaled vape

  he had nothing furthur to say

                                    Im gonna leave you to your misery Got things to do

looked like he wanted to say something but cut him to the quick wagged a finger 

                                                                                     Got things to do  Catcha later man

he walked off  despair felt queer on his back

ISIL had posted beheadings online 

                                     why anyone would want to watch such horror  once in the hopper always in the hopper

cynically he hoped they dreamed it daydreamed it  that it fractured their waking hours at odd or inappropriate times

  he had no compassion  

1823,  Sunday,  5  6. 22

1258,  Saturday,  11  6. 22