Ya, I know, people don’t get time these
days. And agreed: the only way to get a core is what you tell us. But brother:
we get decomposed here. We are not decomposition via the Atlantic. The frontier
here is where you are—also where my father arrived. And my grandfather, to get
the date back before the post hoc fallacy…
The breakdown of the cells: the Indians
of the Northwest used to call all whites “Boston men.” Yr gd damn Europeans (I
speak of my ancestors) (and yrs) acted from the start like a fucking bunch of
G.I.s on leave in invaded country. Holiday. (Exception: Cabeza de Vaca. He
knew.
His
grandfather had conquered the
Canaries,
and C de V was raised by
“colored”
folk.)
Aristotelian VD bastards.
I’m with you. You got to start somewhere.
Ok. We’re starting. But let’s you see what yr people are. Truculent ummugrunts.
Yes
sir.
one of em
CHARLES JOHN HINES OLSON
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