he saw subliminal messages where
no one else did and when he pointed them
out they wereWOWed Man Never would have
seen that
but did they or
rather had he directed them to see what he saw and what they saw together was
never intended by its creator
which isnt to suggest he gave a
fuck what the artist or photographer intended
Art like Pornographylike Beauty is
in the eye of the beholder
and beholding
he may have tainted the eyes he turned to see
he couldnt help what he saw and he
wasnt disturbed to shareno crime it
wasnt like he shared scads of sawbucks that he knew for a fact were from a
stolen bundle thereby making them accessories to his principal and laying layer upon
layer upon layer to hide behind secret
himself
No he didnt have that kind of devious
patience
that would be the patience of a
saint
what
did that say of successful criminals
he was at the gymof course he
was he was a bit of a gym rat when his
body wasnt betraying him but he accepted its betrayal he wasnt one who
often listened to his body he didnt
listen when it bitched pain
pain is a matter of mind
over matteran old joke if you didnt mind it didnt matter
he led himself into some dark
alleys and paid the price
would he do it differently
if he did maybe he wouldnt have
found himself in those dark alleys No sometimes his body doubted and Shakespeare
would come to his mind(how many people have Shakespeare come to mind? Our
doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to
attempt Lucio Measure
For Measure) so hed go toe-to-toe with
the bastard that was his body with the bastard that was his mind food for psychoanalytical thought more fucking saintshe was up to his hips in saints give him a bitch saint and let the two of
them have their way at each other(he probably was there was a sprite of a woman in his dreams
lately her stature was small and she
fooled him into thinking she was a girl when she wasnt and he felt badly when
he relieved himself over an edge and didnt pay attention to where he urinated and
when he finally looked down he found her turning gloriously and brightly in his
shower drips of rain at her brow and off
her chin and then hed reach
downimpossibly and grabbed her at her gay yellow floral dresss breast and
yanked her up so she stood across from him
she cooed she kissed him then things got hot and they glowed like amber
filament inside a lightbulb scented with vanilla or jasmine with sage or rosemary
twisting the atmosphere
what the fuck
was that)
on
the gyms third floor were the weight machines
his
artificial shoulder deemed no free-weights
he didnt want to lift too heavyhave them go akimbo then have his titanium
joint pull out like a turkeys leg or wing from its joint at a Thanksgiving
slaughterNo
and on that
floor going up the stairs to his right was a poster gyms always post inspirational posters for clients
who needed to be inspired those who lacked the determination willpower and only
briefly occasioned the gym he saw them
come en masse every year after Christmas
then within a couple of months the gym thinned out again to its usual
rats maybe picking up a new rat though they were few and far between
at
the top of the stairs turning left striding into its space the poster brushed
his periphery he had not paid any
attention prior
yet for
some reason(the sprite?) he paused and turned back to look at the poster
its subliminal
gaze caught him with a wicked jab to the eye now that he actually looked it it laid
out voluptuously pink and fleshy heaving in the poster he
couldnt look elsewhere if the photographer hadnt meant it then surely
he didnt view his work objectively
he
had to mean it
there
were words on postersome message but he
didnt see them
there
were three people in a medical examination setting
at
the left a middle-aged man wearing a van Dyke beard is dressed in a pinstriped
shirt opened at the throat he leans
against an examination table hes of the
age when for whatever reason health beings to peter out(veins of valuable ore
exhausting) or rather seems to become more problematicprecarious things abused
finally catching up with one
to the
mans left in the background at the posters center is a young blonde nurse clad
in a white medical smock and slacks smiling excitedly she clutches a clipboard over her
breasts a blue pen stuck between her
fingers
in
the foreground and dominating the right side is an older nurse who faces the man her excitement has faded to a wry smilea
somewhat condescending smile(who it is meant for is ambiguous) she is also dressed as her young cohort she clutches her clipboard high in her left
arm her right arm hangs unseen unseen until you see her handher pink fleshy hand her
thumb the casual relaxed-gap inbetween and her long index finger her hand is poised directly in front of the
young nurses loin it appears her cleanshaven
pubis gazes happily unashamedly at him
he nearly waits for it to wink
the
man is in keen exposure
the
depth of field isnt correct
the
women are slightly out of fucos their
appearance soft brightened ethereal
damn-near sanctified wanting
the
mans van Dyke seems devilish and his
expression now noticed seems lurid
what
was subliminal is substantial
he was tempted to walk over and gently stroke her to a hiccup
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ohyeah 1391 days remaining though
quickly assuming fewer(Russian bye)
