they were having their morning
coffee
it was a ritual they long-ago established
inveighed it necessary and made it part of their lives
their relationship
coffee and talk
they waded into everything and
anything that crossed their minds there were no detours or sacredcows or lines
of argument that werent crossed or minced sliced diced Veg-O-Matic-ised hurled
formless shapeless at the wall
to see if it would stick
it was during this interplay that
she mentioned a meme that was rearing its ugly head on social media regarding Orlando Pulse they were hoaxes perpetrated to further the LGBTQs
agenda which she of course accessed through Facebook(his unpalatable Book of
faces)
she insisted they . .
he
cut her to the quick demanded Who are They
Theys turned him inside out and
unless they could be established nailed squirming to a stone wall he didnt want to hear it hear the gossip the braying
though this time she defended They
because
if there ever was an existential-They They existed on Facebook an undulating
morphing evolving irresponsible They that moved like smoke in the air like the
obscene swirl inside a psychedelic lavalamp They who held untold
undifferentiated power(for lack of a better word – hed keep thinking) who held the
skeleton keys and lock-picks that shimmied the slivers of the myopic-torqued
the perceptions of the lacking-hard-evidence attendees of converts of devotees
of their dull smeary horseshit . . You really despise Facebook . . he sneered
Despise doesnt cover half of it . . Im queuing off your declaration of
Horseshit its become more and more prevalent in your speech . . I got
horseapples stuck between my teeth though a saving-grace is that I like to imagine
the horses are wellfed good grain and oats good hay good water Organic So I
dont retch Akin to being crapped on by a baby filled with mothers milk Aint a
diet human beings are long-allowed to be nurtured or able to thrill and enjoy Jaysus
Ive just outed my passion for mothers milk havent I . . You have . . I was
impressed that you werent troubled by me sipping mothers milk when we first met
. . No I was impressed that you sufficiently knew as many lactating women as
you did and how abundant their milk stores were that they not only could share
it with you but then were also able to donate You didnt suck up all that they
had beyond nursing their babies . . I honestly think my wanting to drink their
milk stimulated them . . Ohno What stimulated them was your passionate
insistence your influence even beyond their husbands how beautiful they were
how womanly their bodies were Women though Ive never been pregnant fight at
some level the changing of their identity their bodies frankly their bodys destruction
never not to have been pregnant again their girls body And you rode in rode roughshod
over talking head consensuses of what women have to look like according to the apparatus
of Beauty of Fashion of Feminine Health . . Who pitch their bottomlines . . Yes
But you rode roughshod and convinced them that they were beautiful and their
pregnancies rarified their individual beauty because theyd probably only have
one more baby one more opportunity to be as Beautiful again You got inside
their heads . . In their heads nah probably because I sold them that if not for
their relationships Id loved to get inside their pants too . . OhWow
Youre a rare
bird
Anyhow you got to love an echo chamber a
communal ass where they can tuck their heads up inside of it and whisper
sweet-nothings to one another without remonstration
All those nodding heads have to be sexually stimulating
All those nodding heads have to be sexually stimulating
Wouldnt you think
Coffee talk
2332, Friday,
17 6. 16
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