All in MAY 2018 (V.I. I.II.)
I tried to deposit the checks, each cashing in at one-hundred and twenty-five dollars, a cool five hundred. Although this, of course, is simply the instant payout. I never did understand lump sums, an inheritance now awaited my command, when the only thing I’d asked for were the ashes.
Life is a process piece, too. My encounters with the swiftly-moving New Yorkers may be brief, but they affect my storyline anyway.
Sometimes I worry I cannot fix myself anything. I worry I cannot survive. Here (at college, at Bennington). Or even at home. Or anywhere else, too.
You are going to have to act like a radical and kill White people, which is strangely not what you are after.
Always it has been so, but is no more. She is no phantom but an angel of perfection, with silver wings, and pink-white flesh, with aching breasts, and silken lips. A tongue that quivers and has two hearts.
However, halfway through my six-month sentence, I discovered that the nature of my recovery from shoulder surgery was oddly reminiscent of a three-thousand-year-old Indian ritual.
That's my favorite thing about Africa, they have so many varying nations and languages and cultures all jammed into one continent. My second favorite thing, tied with Black Panther, is of course, cannibalism.
They lived. They were here, once upon a time. Were they exaggerated? Did they really perform miracles? Does it matter?