I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I follow my dream? Clothes disappeared in a backward sliding, zones shot into view, pocked, exact & weird: who is what he seem? I will tell you now a story about Speck: after other cuts, he put the knife in her eye, one of the eight: he was troubled, missionary: and Whitman of the tower murdered his wife & mother before (mercy-killings) he set out. Not every shot went in. But most went in: in just over an hour with the tumor thudding in his brain he killed 13, hit 33: his empty father said he taught him to respect guns (not persons).
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