leaving the amazonian village behind he began his own excursion away from the other ship tourists down a muddy path unfamiliar smells surrounded him as did the bugs in a small clearing stood a primitive hut he readied his camera and to his surprise appeared a young goddess dressed somewhat in feathers and a small cloth in broken portuguese he asked photo permission she answered in english sure but my typical fee is five bucks her iphone rang she took the call then said did you know algorithms from phone data expose every aspect of your life it’s like you’re nude to the world that’s why i dropped facebook google and twitter accounts and got my own vpn
when i heard aunt myrtle was shot in the city last night i cried she always treated me as if i were special some kind of little prince i knew aunt bea might want to talk so i drug my sorry ass over to her home to console her but aunt bea could see i was the one needing consoling she said myrtle always enjoyed life she was keenly aware that the cards were stacked against us but refused to yield to life’s depression and chose to celebrate life she knew no one could make another person happy it was always their choice and her choice even surrounded by racial oppression was to be happy and that is now your choice
tables turned she stares at her prey the open patio door welcomes san francisco fog it creeps in chilling her mood she wonders how to finish this catch and release when morning arrives
this path isn’t paved with cobblestones but the skulls of those who walked before you laying down their lives so you might have a chance to travel towards freedom even with so many sacrifices the path narrows and is obscured by hate and ignorance
i know it’s customary to visit a gravesite and talk to a dear departed one but there’s no one there what makes you think that any spirit worth their clay would chose to hangout around a place enveloped in so much sorry when there are celestial parties to attend i’m telling you nobody’s there but if it ease your conscience for things done said or not done nor said when they were alive go ahead and stop by for a chat but don’t go asking for favors or for the spirit to intercede on your behalf with some divine being hell it deities didn’t listen to them when they were alive what makes you think that they’ll be a response now anyways nobody’s there
standing in a line outside the old town free clinic was the brown bag prophet who said i’m here to get my yearly flu shot don’t want to join the 61 thousand that died last year in the states guess i’m luckier than some folks like those children detained at our southern border seems us customs and border protection have decided not to give influenza vaccine to migrant children in their care that should free up some bucks for the lump’s wall
