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By Jack Joseph Smith
Across his mind appeared to Blankname the day
his mother died. The day he decided to forget
everything. The day no mother at all was better.
A day of freedom. A day for a next move. A day
to new times and attachments. "She just woofed
Blankname," said one of his intimates after a
job. All around him now everywhere he needed no
embrace; He had no poison gas within him either.
(The old lady just woofed)
Blankname stared out. Impatient. Definately
not a cat bewildered.
"Does anyone here have somewhere else to go,"
he asked of the group.
Animal had no intention of leaving. He was in
a feeling. Off to the bars would be just babble;
Not so bad; but this place was actually friendly.
Blankname recognized his lingering composure,
Then felt relaxed, and on his own with Animal.
"Developements concerning money churn. They mix
themselves up on there own and appear as other
things just for fun. Laughter is social and both
things are necessary."
"Excuse me," And then the sister went away with
a grace; She knew in her walk that Animal would
never be her lover; he was the image of a cousin
rather allied with incest; Uncle Animal would be better.