a squirrel chided him from a tree

he stood on his front porch and had only just walked out onto it from insidesome fresh air the rain was holding up a threat for later that evening the sky sunstreaked  the temp warmer than it had beenparticularly standing directly in it(the shade remained chilly  chilly like a selfish decision)

Chuckchuckchuckchuck  the squirrel continued haranging him

Couldnt be me buddy I just walk out here

the chuck and spleen continued

a real malcontent

Comon The suns out You ought to be delighting in that

venom  a sonorous Drop Dead over and over and over

singlehandedly the barrage was his to bearthe birds didnt seem distracted by it  they cooed and chirped communed tweetly 

their voiceovers actually comforted him 

he quit hearing the raucous acorneater and gatherer

some just like to complainliked to point fingers

liked so it seemed to be irresponsible for their circumstances easiest thing in the world to bitch or destroy something

why things are are everyone elses fault  a blamemongerer

there was no sense trying to dig down and unearth the reason for their rationaleactually irrationale

any reason you might extrapolate or unearth was of course twisted to your way of thinking and seeingWrong! like a gunshot

but magical-thinking was vogue  

it was enforced by the most magical-thinking individual he heard in a long time

he had heard him years ago  and those years ago his disdain for the man simply let him pretend he was dead  whenever his face was panned he saw a gravestone 

he buried him deep

nowSUDDENLY!and for the next four years he was going to have to contend with this animated corpse his braying to hear himself bray his chinned countenance

forced on him forced on his life

but he had no other choice than pay attention

no magical-thinking for him

Huh(he heard chuckchuck again)  There was virtually no difference between the inane brayer and this fucking squirrel

Noonish,  Friday,  6  1. 17

1121,  Saturday,  7  1. 17