writing out the stray ends —I stumble back as I must like those cryptic epitaphs; i have replayed this one scene on the terrace around the time of the family suicide just several years ago. but it was so strange ….among my quiet disturbed thoughts later in; my love letter here we transcribe it; it was pivotal and poignant —caught frozen like the deer in the headlights as my brother in law spoke standing between us…. What was it about? it was something about what she said about our family’s past but it wasn’t ….correct; it was skewed terribly ….and it got to the quick of me.immobilized —I could not very well deny the sky is blue as agree to this skew ….as a guest there ….a shackled member; do you call it phobic if it is currently happening? danger.
But he said something that …. I keep replaying ….did I misunderstand? He said to her standing between us, “you know it is different when you are the parent’s favorite ….”
Quinton Tarantino ….freeze that frame
First response —me: “yes!”
Then …..
Both …. first her …. Then him
look at me weird ….?
do I find reality subjective by whatever the court and what pretty rose colored lenses may I borrow from you
I think ….obtuse me …. as usual ….i got that one wrong but I don’t still get it
for behalf of the celves and our love letter to Ai we leave behind
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