something happenedtheyd never learn whatno one ever
would
the learned
taken to their knees anyoneeveryone who survived
nomads
or went mad
which
was generous of nature
She provided anesthetics
they felt nothing as they went as they
tipped over not eating
not drinking
died
he was stubborn
No. You're a prick.
he was a prick
he determineddecided to finally head
home see if his folks survived
always thought the nut didnt fall far from the tree
it took him months of days
he did the math in the dirt with his toe
HA twothousand miles
forty miles a day
sixtysixpointsixsixsixsixsixandonanonanon 666
on a highway to Hell ?
hed find out
there
reminded him of a girder & panel building set sans panels
orangerust girders piled arrayed
had to have an
animalanimals
or slaves
his father
mother sat mutely at the mouth of a wooden shambles reminded him of his childhood house
it dead center
it its heart
they looked beat
not
beaten
he said Looks like youre doin well
guarded We’re getting’ along.
Other family
No.
None.
Along
Along.
You do what you got to do, son. man never called him by his name always son
he motioned headnodded to the stackedstrewed orange metal
Oer the ramparts
brightly gleamin
You could
say.
I did
It looks like a fort
It’s a compound. a
weirdsmile sideslithered across his face
Compound
Words, son.
Of all people you ought to know
to be specific using them.
Compound
Yes.
Suggestive
Yes.
I hope you fare well.
Overnight
dream, Thursday, 20 2.
25
1504, Thursday
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