Dead children are every where.

 I thought I would revive the life of the word here. But once again abandoning it for another child. 

here is the new word of not god if your interested.

https://aanzalone.substack.com/

 

 

 Why did she treat him that way? Damaged by the men who were there to protect her as a baby but did just the opposite? An ego of entitlement that leads to the perspective of always being disappointed? Or perhaps the untrained path of the mind. Thoughts thrashed around like specs of dust in a sand storm.
    Pull out far enough and sure there is a mathematical formula to see how each grain travels but it does no difference when it’s flying into your face and you stand in the center of it.

 The boy entered a room. It was nondescript. Hight of a size also a dimension and width, definitely a room. Not much more to see there though. A tv raised him. Not really love or connection but an illuminated backlight glass that colors and sounds and indecipherable script beamed lazer like into the front most facing holes in his face. Through this glass he learned many things. Not the physical sensations of them but core analytic philosophies of friend ship and love. These all too human experiences now mediated through a non responding synthetic host.  

 Heat streaks across an empty morning sky knife slashed sun stabs through the trees as you walk increasing the boil like a sauce pan amphibian