Sunday, April 27, 2025

Flash Fiction 79. Designated Rap E. War Peace?

Be cool for once. Who gets the blame if you can't reproduce existence in a terrible fashion. I visited Minneapolis again to check on my honorary degrees. The steps quicken. Everyone knows you need to build community again eventually. What do I have to teach. The electric violence and violin concerto, at the funeral parlor. It's still a holy wilderness. Who will be the designated one. Tough and sensitive and still know how to visit their ancestors. The water of the lakes seemed empty of my baptismal swim. Beware of the deadlier drugs of humanity. Water purification and distribution is always a good idea in the hot months. Will it end up like a book publishing Detroit? Of course. 

I still think hatred will smear us in the end. Sober is my cool.. I still like to perform my ideas. Bestseller of my irregularity. Where is there to hide? Famous in legends and oral history. Kiss someone at least once. It was a tough song in my or our heads today. The word/s of the days. 

After all your notoriety how do you donate occasionally. 

I've simplified my music.

JMAM. The screenplay I am wrong to write with my surveillance. It gets expensive our love. 

Castle Grey Skull is an old center. He-man 55. Spring to life if necessary. I'm up 88 whistling past the graveyard. 

Basic elements. Yin and Yang unless you are offworld. A good dinner on occasion. Balance.

Abundance of some things and not other things.

Home schooled. Hopefully a new book eventually. The poetry of everything.

Talent scout. The hot months are ahead. Millions of years in a short lifetime. Your hidden languages. 

Hire the beauty for inspiration and the ugliness for the bad days. Aesthetic judgement? 

North South East West. Somewhere in flatland I caught the scent. What's everyone growing this year? A cooking show? 

I'll read my book to you sometime. BBC NPR MTV.  In a trail of dust. And take a picture of the crucifix on the floor.

Hopefully you will live a long life, and remember me in the darkness.


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