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Crash land. Blume calls in sick. Melodie answers with her usual stiff upper lip smile through the pain consortium of well-worn woe. “I’ll make a note of it.”

“Thanks, Sally,” Blume intentionally replies with the wrong name, a private joke between a requisite wallflower and the object of her undying affection.

He honestly wishes he could love someone that much. At this point though, he not only felt invariably incapable but voluminously vulnerable. Yet he couldn’t figure out why since he NEVER discussed feelings and therefore never allowed himself to get hurt. After Genevieve, that is. She rattled his cage, then took his perch and mirror, out of sheer meanness he was convinced but fuck if that didn’t make him love her more. It as like a drug you can’t get enough of but never do too much.

Where was she now? Probably at the top of the food chain or the bottom of an undredged lake. A murky affair just waiting to clear the air. A way out of a sticky situation like not running from a bear. Or punching the nose of a shark.

Give me all the wicker from Vienna to Pasadena, one step up, three more back. Can’t you see / you and me / there is nothing / left to say

But I’m a-gonna say it anyway.

Aww what good is that? Plunging that rusty nail into my skull, holding my hair under water, trying maybe to see how long it takes for air to reach me when bad men are near.

I found out tonight you were among the living who consorts with demons. Perhaps it’s easier that way. At first, I believed you when you said it was because they were energy personified whereas the forces for good were far less interesting, dry not droll, staunch in their observation always pointing out the furniture that needs replacing, never offering to help, standing around with entitlement tattoos across an anxious rise between the brows.

Oh how I hated that I needed you at one time. Now the threads are bare, you’re a faded fact, a reality blurred, nothing and everything all at once. How I wanted to love but your cold heart made that impossible.

The morning faded into late night remorse, remembering the take to tell, raking your dignity across belligerent smoldering coals. Mic, mic, mic control. Blood on you day. What did I say? Play the music for the people with da harmony/ woah goawwah

Alpha Hotel hole in the wall

Nothing yet

What’s taking so long

Who’ve you met?

Theirs was a journey of twists and turns unrequited love and a burning desire not to repeat the past. Yet Brownsville Blake had determined the equation far off the mark but rendered uncorporeal due to time necessary to recoup the losses from giant mess number thirty five and burgeoning behemoth of a clusterfuck of epic proportions hampering their unbridled progress in dock thirty seven where all the clandestine sex culminated in a fine fine evening every god damned time.

But There was no time for pleasure in this dome of responsible outcomes where only good girls got crowned and men of honorable comport were nevertheless hereafter noble beyond all reasonable measure. Women could be loose and fun loving while men from King Arthur's court were noble and forthcoming yet sexy when swilling that American brand of bicarbonate charm. We lived up to our greatness and brought the world along. Outer space welcomed such a haven as the human race 🪃 we had learned from near extinction that power greed and exclusion mocked the very entity we called our God. When we were able to let go of the hatred and the monied noose tightening around our children's necks it was as if the floodgates were opened and the truth of us finally released.

We knew the terrible secrets our elders and captors had kept to contain us. We stopped making war by invading our neighbors‼️ We ended killing cowardly with drones and slaughtering remotely the starving children on their own homeland.

We claimed to be a peace loving species only to double down on hollow deeds of aggression.

We awarded the false face society by conferring accolades upon the flaunting of fake scars in the face of patriotic duty. We hit rock bottom with a cult leader who sent our boys to death as he golfed away the national treasury.

Adding insult to injury we found out our most trusted facet of what it means to be free was in fact an asset to our enemy and a force for capturing the American soul.

At the eleventh hour when so many presumed all had truly been lost from the most unlikely of corners came the last gasp of this grand experiment nestled in the lowlands that flow from the spectacular Shenandoah Valley and transposed across the vast and lengthy deserts from sea to shining sea a catapult of armory where important things were imparted from the soul of mankind.

The best of us conferred a genius grasp of love whose guiding force compassion brought forth a most compelling catalyst of hope.

Worn like a talisman commemorating our best win humankind went forward out into the wind strengthened by a moral bank of fortitude garnered roughly through generations of war. We came out the other side not perfect but not doomed anymore. We knew we had something to offer this universe something the neon robots and synthetic borgs never could assimilate something our consciousness could bear.

We brought an everlasting light with our seeking〰️ careening across galaxies 🪃 spreading the Word of love ➰ by sending our message of hope to all who would hear.