he rarely ever wrote in black ink
or with a fine point pen
rarely ever
bigfoot mewed in his lap
You musing big guy Or amused
somewhere in his misty watercoloured skull he imagined bigfoot would clear his throat Ahem then carry forth on what had to be pent-up inside his skull begging to get out
maybe the outrage of being castrated
maybe the rage of being beaten then dumped in the sticks and left to fend for himself or die
he was evidently effective asurvivor
he watched him kill and eat gophers head first eat lizards like strips of jerky
maybe hed say why he chose to stomp around on his porch bringing him out of the house half-expecting to reprimand the neighbors kids who pushed and pulled their bikes up the hill he lived on to race down it again
did the lil beggars think it was cool to stomp around his porch because they didnt think he was home
No it wasnt the neighbors kids pounding around on his porch but a huge black and tan cat whose head was the size of a Clincher softball
canines an inch long
he learned about those teeth a couple of week later when bigfoot sprang onto his lap curled up he seemed quite chill
inadvertently he startled him made a sudden movement over his head with his right hand – bigfoot probably thought he was going to slap him or use his fist against him
Whoa Wow bigfoot he said quietly between gritted teeth Best you understand Im not who it was that beat on you used you for a punching bag It aint me big boy Wasnt me
Right Bigfoot Not me
bigfoot had his left in his mouth extended claws at his forearm inside his elbow had his ears pulled back but in the seething he seemed to be listening to him unsurely surly thinking over his voice its timbre the muscular suspense in his body his legs that might provide him a tell of his intent
he kept his body loose
It aint me bigfoot I didnt beat on you big boy It wasnt me Not me I wouldnt Although if I did Id find em an beat on em for ya
bigfoot thought a while a while longer
then he released his hand
it was punctured not much bleeding certainly forgivable considering
at that moment they made their peace they fashioned their friendship became thick as thieves
when he went into the
house later he opened a Duhbe
to celebrate their new-found understanding their fledgling relationship
to celebrate their new-found understanding their fledgling relationship
after a sip he set the bottle down and washed scrubbed his wounded hand and arm with soap and hot water
his wounds were minor in comparison with what bigfoot could have inflicted he could have wreaked considerable havoc had him rolling one-handed to the hospital for many stitches and shots(wouldnt be Jack)
it seems whenever he wrote in black ink a darkness presented itself or a trouble that he thought he had jettisoned or suppressed perhaps hadnt been bothered with at the particular time or returned to it to figure out what he should have figured out then
latent horseshit
he knew better
Who the fucks perfect
Shaddup he told himself
had he opened his mouth then rashly spoke in a moment of derision or believed-insult the things that escape his mouth would be out and even if he took them back he had said them
he made such errors in the past and learned from them
he wanted to be sure he said exactly what he meant and there werent a lot of people who got it right in their first draft published it expressed it in words STAMPED in the moment
he had to be deliberate
he liked using his entire cock not going off halfcocked
she wrote she wasnt feeling well wrote she didnt want to shirk plans wrote i just really not wanna feel obligated to anything and sleep
he tossed her obligation around longer than he cared
he let it lie in its text
quiver in his black ink
she probably went off halfcunted(he didnt say that unkindly) and didnt think before she wrote it
people did that
but he liked to think better of her because he was in relationship with her
he figured what good attributes he had and exhibited would rub off on her
he was pretty abrasive and there was hardly a small chance he hadnt rubbed off on her
she had said as much on many occasions
but
theres always the elemental person who
remains unmalleable at their heart and core
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