So again, who made this guy? He is alive, captured whole for a change...how convenient. We were at the bar/counter on the pier hashing out the possibilities, not in uniform. Three branches of service, the last with access to domestic databases...an arsenal. 

         Who made this guy? I’m expert at weaponized humans, but I will not get to ask those questions. Who knew what and when. My file was too big for one room, but I did not exist until 2002...this guys has three branches  that have to have records, but there is more. There always is.

          To say that we are not making these guys is just plain old bullshit. I say we because I mean us, Americans. We don’t make ourselves. We don’t fall through the cracks. The cracks are built to let us in, and out as the PhDs see fit.  We could have made this guy anything we wanted to.

          I really do not care if any one does care. We make them care or not care too. We make them the richest men on earth, they don’t have a clue, and if they do they are not talking...for long anyway.

          We got one live, in the tank, and I want to know...everything. He is, but for bad kidneys, good luck, and George Washington Carver, me...Or was it Willie Mays....or Chuck Berry, Mod Squad  or Black Like Me?  Or maybe he just read the bible?  

          I want to know all of it, and you should too, but do you? If not you are in the majority not asking questions about anything. I am not driving, nor am I giving ground. I’m just asking, again, who made this guy?    

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Comment by J.P. Hart on February 23, 2019 at 10:24pm

just knew I should have kept that well used: 'They Marched Into Sunlight' although I confuse author's name with the countless thousands who must remain anonymous along way from my home.
Rejected by Ma Bell. Nothing arcane that the right yo' right hath 7/8 and the left (yo PILGRIM) goes on shrilly wit 6/7.

Dart smacks WAY on.

...for I have known, where the white buffalo roam. Just another writer. Storming the Bastille. My time share in Aruba is way funny.

How and whom evah, RBJ, if and when you R free, the South Side of Chicago is on me.

At a glance: CAPS LOCK FLOWERS IN THE SPRING

mOST OF WITCH NARROWS IT DOWN ON ME TO WALK SOFTLY.

ENQCUMBER TO SEEK GOODNESS AND GRACE.

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 23, 2019 at 10:34pm

Richie Havens Here Comes The Sun

(fake caps implied like those reddot on white stips I had how very many years ago}

O! Che Guevara: stick with Pepsi!

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 23, 2019 at 10:53pm

1,097 mi
Distance from San Juan to Havana

we are golden, no? Do U hear from Terri HannaH?

Comment by Robert B. James on February 27, 2019 at 11:05pm

Dr. Hart: Thanks for your service. I’ve not but change planes in ol’ windy since 1983, when I went Cross Currants to read my own work but didn’t. I forgot the name of the damn poem...wait...got it ...Reap Your Bitter Harvest. 

The cabby with green stuff oozing out his ear. I was not the least big scared. FX are us. No Pulitzer for you, mother’s younger brother.

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