…jotted the subsequent feelings down..then went to the board and read the remainder of the thread. ..After reading DBs post, I’m not sure how redundant the next few paragraphs are. Gona post it, anyway, for what can be found in it or just because. There as.. a kind of opening act to the headliner: the paragraph* that ends in, “That could be considered the worst moment in a human life, or the true pinnacle.”  …What I mean to say is, no one ever said to Jimi Hendrix, “Hey, when do you wana go on, brotha; first, middle, or last?” He was designated closer, no?  It was a given. *That was a muthaf#ck of a paragraph.

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Every freakin’ drop of rain that continues to fall defines the madness of our devastation, these unhinged centuries o yin & yang in the heat o one lone star not yet gone supernova. Well positioned post, Heathcliffe.  Not going to say I needed that, but one can imagine it. Won’t say I have empathy for their spouses, but, brother, I feel for them in every respect. The children---this childhood tragedy, theirs must be a lone sorrow that breaks all hearts.

 

..So I wrote something down digitally that once was done in longhand; lay stuff down un-solicited..so that I can see it in text and read it real and believe that I perceive it that way or the like---maybe find an anecdote to learn from or practice trying, while all around this one human interest element goes millions of others…those others so very **cking much more heavy than our own reasons to piss-&-moan. It’s something. Isn’t it?  …You’d think we have been embittered more than adequate as a people to know full well the sweetness of being, that we’ve seen and felt enough calamity to know the perfect moment of bliss---enough not to need so many more examples each and every day, chaotic grief larvae…on & on like machine gun fire(flies) from every direction. 

  

I think I can tell you honestly that I feel like I could live the rest of my life appreciating most every good thing about a day…because I’ve lived 45.99 years on mankind’s earth. This life has provided you and me and all of us with ample examples o the expense of existence, more than enough for each and every one of us to evolve into peaceful people.  But we don’t, and tomorrow will bring another airline travesty, another killing, ..another carefully presented minute of footage from one or plenty of Earth’s dire war torn regions.

 

Oh to be an alien on an assignment to do a flyby around Earth. ..Lean out the window o my spacecraft, adjust the side-view, shake my head and sigh and ..wonder why? …and if ..those earthlings will ever get it!, ever! in another couple o centuries ... of well-meant happenings adequately eclipsed by horrors & atrocities in the antechamber to.. A Clockwork Orange.........

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But then ...separating myself from this mess

by dreaming myself ..an alien ...is proof positive

o the subhuman arrogance that is inside me wanting

to set adrift and flourish ...my own ..cataleptic ..brand

of poof pollen all-ready to go poof! up into atmospheres!