Eat a Peach

he wasnt usually thick or unresponsive

he rarely failed to provide a latent cogent comeback if the usual talent/those spotlight lovers and performers swung and missed and then flinched long and hard shocked that they had

he wasnt one like they to walk around with it curled up like a snail in the palm of his hand inquiring A fine looking cock isnt it Ya wanna give it a little touch give it a little stroke a gentle kiss on its unworried brow 

he was none of the things many people were about

his wit was restrained and understated he actually preferred it remain unstated

he was not a public entity

he cherished his anonymity

yet when the things that confused him raised their hoary heads wanting to be pet he preferred a few valued insights lines on where he could evaluate such happenstance cull them objectively and then lotsa room to spread out to study

he was a miserable student

though none of his teachers could say his research wasnt well-developed intricately footnoted and possessed a searing bibliography

his writing was concise reasoned

but not all classes could be elaborated in writing or were without deadlines

if his assignments had been timely the Cs and Ds he received(and didnt fault) would have tallied strongs Bs and As

his grades didnt tarnish his humour  smiling he allowed The only A+ I ever received during school was for my bloodtype

much of his confusion he aligned with a curious unexpected dyslexia or inattention that stoked mysted his eyes and oriented his unflappable imaginative mind  

had he the want he probably could correct it

but that pedagogic retooling would have robbed him of indecent or untoward thoughts and perspectives 

not to say they were immoral 

rather they were hypermoral

sharp reliefs magnified and their contained shadows brightened to see inside of

that they occurred to him at all he never questioned

and when he was questioned he insisted that while his ideas or pieces were tethered unsympathetically to his hand he often felt he was an anonymous vessel recording as once were recorded on ancient clay tablets or papyrus struck by the Phoenicians and Egyptians

perpetually his eyes altered reality which if was wanted(and seemingly more so every day droves and droves of data without serious plans to separate and catalogue  --  eventually  --  as if Time operated under a guise of Eventually Eventuality  Event Horizon) could be captured and verified

but would scarcely impress him in the slightest for manipulations were concocted and there was no transparency to legitimise it foolproof  

long ago he walked away from the ardent perception that Seeing is Believing

first time  PERHAPS to YES

recorded  DOUBTFUL

his latest little thrill and confusion was the back-and-forth between Killjoy and Kilroy

Consarnit! as Yosemite Sam would say if they didnt fluctuate oozing substrate back-and-forth into each other like a polished shimmering lookingglass evaporating between that which was real and its haughty near-precise reflection

Quit being such a Kilroy he said

Whaat

A Kilroy a Kilroy

First one there 

You mean Killjoy

Stamping the light and life out of an experience

Yup  Thats what I meant

Like what you mean when you regard the vitamin company Vitacost

Thats not really fair 
Its clever marketing team played with its V and attached leaves to its foremost edge and to me obliterated its V thereby leaving my eyes itacost which is nonsensical and hence why my eyes altered it pushed its i laterally down the nonsense that followed and I deposit it after the o and revealed it – tacoist -- Now my hat would be off to the marketing genius if a genius were at play and they truly intended to render tacoist and entrap men to take vitamins promising them they would become tacoist in the porn tacoist sense of noshing on women and utterly putting a fat cock-shaped exclamation point on the joke: If man wasnt meant to eat pussy then why did GOD make pussy look so much like a taco!

I got nothing . .
. . I was sure you wouldnt  Straight-laced unimaginative yahoo that you are

Our worlds peppered with spices and indescribable tastes and senses and only by partaking in them can we share in them not in a reductive explainable mode or realm but by having them and knowing what they mean only to us 

I know what a peach tastes like  What I want to know is what a peach tastes like to you*

Pear Thats a pear  Not a peach

I like peaches better Eat a Peach Allman Brothers**

Which is why you so much enjoy colouring everything with your blatant relish of sexual innuendo. .
. . Yadamn right In-yer-end-it-goes

Jaysus

Knew that was cummin too

1335,  Saturday,  25  6. 16
 1254,  Sunday,  26  6. 16

* City of Angels:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHckzPJuPKw

**  Allman Brothers:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNuNz2idDtY