he has a fascination  love affair with buffalo

                                                     his  My spirit animal

You’re what?

he wanted to shriek Spirit animal

                                     Who I relate to seek to emulate

   An animal.

he laugheddidnt cover his mouthlaughed like he was crazed

                                                                     Like theres a man Id want to be like

Seek as a role model as you fell over yourself tryin to be like your old man

Careful wha . .

. . Human beings  werent ever in the running

                                                Theyre runts   Weaklings

    That’s how you truly feel about men?

It is  Women are stronge . .

. . They’re not . .

. . Not physically asshole

                            I admire them their tenacity temerity  Tha they can tolerate men laughed

Tha they can put up with women if inclined

Stronger where pure strength counts

That said

Buffalos

Are brutally alive

 

And that attracts you?

    Brutally alive

                         Reading Blood Memory

Learned of pishkun delicious  one fishhook  allother letters on the line From the Blackfoot language   Deep blood kettle

The tribe drove buffalos over a cliff

Thousands of years

And youd want to be one of those dumb beasts?

Tha sustained First People tribes for thousands of years

                                                                  Go ahead  Name me a woman or man

 

1300,  Saturday – President Kennedys assassination,  22  11. 25

1911,  Saturday

stone cold

with leaningup Lenin defragmented by bathroom liknowleum   it abruptlyfavoured him with an emergent Keith Richards the Stones who quicklydissipated mutated into an openmouth panting puma

                                                                                             then scribbled out 

                                                                                                  evidently

the doodles werent to likowleums liking

he appreciated its decision determined decisiveNo way. That’ll not stand.

                                                                                     the scribbles relaxed

anwhat lines remained acted like static electricity avoiding any cohesion  attraction   avoided any semblance of anything

                          he watched

his imagination on fire

until

the

fire

went

stone

cold

late morning,  Saturday – President Kennedys assassination,  22  11. 25

1713,  Saturday

he texted her at 00:50 

                          took a hot bath – woke up in a cold one                                       

 

was likely the second beer

his daughter called late

he had one earlier with while talking on the phone with a childhood friend

                                                                               Canya remember how old you were when you realised it dawned on you tha your life was your life you werent living it to please anyone other than yourselfnot your parents relatives teachers  living it for no one other than you

    Can I think about that?

Ja Of course

Its occurred to me this evening as I remembered no  as I contemplated President Kennedy was murdered in Sixtythree  I framed the Los Angeles Evening and Sunday Herald Examiner front page  KENNEDY SLAIN: President Assassinated In Dallas Ambush

Impossible Ill ever forget November Twentysecond

                                                        Likely      His death

Helped me aggregate congeal my realisation at nine  my life is mine

                                                                            Selfishly

No.  I can’t say how old I was.

It occurred to me at some point, though not an age that I can say as you have.

Ive asked a lot of people Theyve all said as you

 

You’re an anomaly.

Ive met another

                  She was eight

Saturday – President Kennedy assassinated in 1963,  22  11. 25

1131,  Saturday

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