Perpetua. Remember? That bull. The god-like machismo of a humble man? Listen. We can always come back. It seems as though that is the way it is. The glare of sunshine blacked out the face but the thing talking was not going to let blinding light be a distraction from what was happening to the lovely Perpetua on the dirt quiet and pleading, “softly sing songs to me” over and over. Perpetua. This is how an unexpected animal gores down on a little girl who only wants to believe the memories she keeps of the wrongs and rights people do. The wild animals hum while chewing…then SMACK!! POW!!! Jagged edged green and blue power hole! Orange backlit Flying Sumo Monk!