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and boy, that was it. That was the end, and the spidering sprawling sunlight shot through the branches. Can you see those leaves waving so? They didn’t care much for each other but you know, they were smiling down at us. Just like Jack wanted. Just like Jack wanted. He was waiting for all that. And I’ve been waiting for all that. Well I know it now, I know the gauges that everyone goes through and yes, we do live the strange and that’s damn fine with me, I’ll take the shots to the stomach like any man or woman or simple thing. Simple things. Well, fuck you, yeah, fuck you, because he loved it all. He loved it all like any real, moving, sane man tries to do. Patience, Bill says. I’ll be patient. I like to move and jump and jive. When I’m patient. Pablo P. did know. He knew. They saw it all from the eye above the Eiffel Tower in Paris, they saw it then, and they saw us. They saw us, thank god, or else the pigs who’d be raping a 6 yr old black girl, gutting her from the inside and carving out her bowels, through and through, tossing her out over the Brooklyn bridge, those 16 pigs in their KKK uniforms, I can see they’re here but so? So? So am I.