When we came back from the front, we still lived that town. There were many more guns in the town and the illusion of spring had come. The lawns were still brown and the trees pregnant with bullets weeped black bile from the wounds. I saw the town from the roof of the dessicated mall R and I lived in and there were more man shaped mosquitios, more Cucks, more Truth infesting the town. We could hear the shoppers shopping at the open air artisanal mall late at night, shopping and drinking and fucking and half asleep, I tried to convince R we should be doing what they are doing across the dried riverbed and R shook their head, showed me their brother’s watch, stuck on the time that their brother became a father (3:07 AM or 3:07 PM).

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