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Hello

You sit to listen to the story of how it all began.

You don’t even want to listen to the story of the simple past.

This is the story of the past imperfect.

Elder says upon seeing Counselor, “Hey, it’s been a long time!”

Counselor says, “Yeah, it’s been half a decade.”

Half a decade seems like a long time compared to five years.

How Have You Been

Legally good.

Trip To Memory Street

You excuse yourself and go to the rest room.

Look

Counselor looks and you reply with a nod.

Proceed

See, if you want to drag this all to the Blind Woman’s Living Room, it will take two to three years to get this all settled and by that time you’ll be fed up with this thing you want now called Justice.

Counselor says, “It’s always about settling. There’s mediation first…”

Frown

This is why you like killing better.

Another look

Uh-uh…Yeah, you’ve become patient.

Wanted

Stupid Penis Officer 1 from Camp Crime who likes to cock-point and pussy-shoot civilians with his gun.

Unwanted Shit Decoded

Don’t Mess With My Woman! Shoot! Point! Hah! You Surrender?! I hit you with my gun! I am the law!

Reply To This Shit

That’s Sonny Da Dumbass right there.

Another Wanted

Public Servant’s Servant Raging To Infinity Over A Cab, “Do you know who I am?!”

Another Unwanted Shit Decoded

Do you know who I am?! I am the Glorified Aide Of Crime City Councilor! With my power I’m going to pull all your hair out! Punch! Punch! Kick! Kick! This is all your fault! You asked for it!

Reply To That Shit

Counselor snorts, “Uh, why, are you friends in Facebook or something?”

The Oblation Sensibility

The line is precious.

If somebody got there first, scoot.

Fuck

Sister/Accuser, “So we got out of the cab. No problem. We didn’t know that they hailed it first. No problem. We got out. But she just went crazy…”

Smile

You wonder if Dear Mater would appreciate all the Counselor’s “fucks” in the loophole proceedings.

Reply

No settling.

Why

It is the way public servants abuse their authority that offends citizens.

Think

Get the fuckers killed.

Another Look

What?

Laugh

At the fees.

At the memories.

At the absurdity of it all.

Like If

You had a kid, for sure: adorably homicidal.

Spark

It can be a civil case that initiated a chain of events that would lead to this criminal case.

See

You were all younger then, half-children and half-adults on your way to your insane deaths. And now you are all older and cooler of blood. So you keep your silence and just let the words flow back and forth, above and beyond you.

And you are beyond all this--- floating.

Just To be Clear

You say, “The parents don’t know about this.”

Counselor says, “Ah.”

Yeah, it will kill your Dear Mater.

Yeah, but Pater Noster will be happy to know that you’re taking care of this.

The Dead Man’s Nirvana

To be lost from all the memories that have become ghosts.

Glances towards eyes, asking for nods, to go on…go on…keep going…

And you are just calm, loaded with caffeine.

Fee

For papers, snails and nails…

And how much for your memories?

Ah, it stings now.

Laugh

From A Diday Recorder In The Blind Woman’s Living Room, “So, Madame Wetness…”

Last Order

And you are grateful for the time that ends this reunion.

You are gagged by an order.

The silence once more from conflicting motives in the chronicles of the absurd.

Loophole

This is fiction…No, this is a soap opera… No, this is poetry, hahahahaha.

The Elder Speaks

The voice of the sometimes unreasonable becomes the reason.

The law is the barometer of this reunion with a funny lawyering of truths.

How Now

That once, not so long ago but a long time ago, you were in love, insane, and you laugh at the absurdity.

Laugh

Limbo is better than being gloriously in Hell with you.

Afraid

Counselor says, “I expected this maybe from you---” points to Elder,

“---And from you given our history---” points to Brother,

“---Definitely from you---” points to you,

“---But not from you---” points to Sister.

The Sister/Accuser laughs, “That’s why I didn’t call her---” pointing to Elder.

You sputter laughter, “And you called me?!”

The Sister/Accuser says, “Yeah, ‘coz you’re fucking crazy.”

You laugh again--- afraid of being in the middle of violence--- for definitely you will kill.

It’s that simple.

Remember The Proxy

Said, “I don’t think you’re crazy. Ruthless but sensible, not crazy. Yeah, you’re crazy.”

Remember The Last Fight

Shit. So close, too close, thirsty knife.

U-LOL

Counselor asks and looks at watch, “So why aren’t you drinking? By this time it’s your rum cola…”

You smile, shake your head.

Counselor says, “Ulol!”

Yeah, you all settle for what you can have for you couldn’t get what you wanted.

Still, you are all here.

Silence

As you speak of guns, of how you remember a lot of things when it is pointed at you, slashes and glimpses, I fucking dare you to pull that trigger, please. And you keep yourself calm by becoming a bulimic logovore.

Sanity

If you scribble and laugh it all out: pedagogical and joking of the possibilities; inserting memories of all of “You at this time and at that time”; and you laugh harder about deeper shit.

Life

You say, “The financier would like to know how much it would cost to…”

In The Living Room Of The Blind Woman, it is worth 500 000 pesos.

In the Streets Of The Real, it is 50 000 pesos.

Just for clarity, that is the price of a life in this country.

Still at 50 000----you laugh---some things stay the same.

With you, all it takes is a word.

The Life Span Of Drugs

“…Man, she was just unstoppable…”

Counselor asks, “You think she was on something?”

Three days.

One day.

Twelve hours.

Yours are still alive in your brain for ten years now.

The Other Accuser/Accused

“She wouldn’t let go. I was pulling that woman off her---and so I smacked the woman. Man, nothing! She just kept on going and punching and screaming…Man, she was unstoppable…”

For The Record?

Counselor says, “So you seriously want that on the record…That you’re the guy who hits like a girl…”

The Logic

Life is absurd.

The Joke

It is funny. Laugh.

The Other Accused/Accuser

“And so the guy with her fired a warning shot. I raised my hands. He was pointing it at me. Then he hits my head with the gun. Turns out he’s a cop. See this---”

Poknat.

Thanks To The Other Accused/Accuser

You all say to the guy, “Thanks for taking care and fighting for our sister.”

The Fee

Friendly, more than affordable.

Unjust Vexation

When it’s really vague and less than everything violent.

Synonymous to yada-yada-ta-ta-ta-ta-that-shit.

Why You

You say, “Because not once did I ever doubt your love for the family. Not even in the past five years.”

Healthy Thoughts

Counselor asks, “So it has to be legal.”

You say, “The family has to be legal.”

But hey, you know their names and where they live.

For Your Eyes Only

Deal

Language Of Justice

It’s all in the wording.