-- i need to focus on me. on my health.
i need to work on art. i need to
get home.
it bothered him when she texted i she always wrote i instead of capitalizing
it
he hadnt shared that with her yet
but he would when they were face to face but they hadnt been in a long time
it wasnt for a conversation over the fone or
text
-- I agree, baby, you should to take what you need, be selfish. You should be your top priority.
-- god i’m
so unhappy here.
-- You’re unhappy, as you say, unhappy with your
coworkers and other beasts – but otherwise you enjoy the job, you enjoy helping
people.
-- I do. SHIT. Your check. i forgot it at home. i meant to mail it today.
-- That’s alright, I’ll cover you. What did you
write it for?
-- 300.
i’ll mail it. i don’t want you covering me.
-- I’m sending the checks out tomorrow – you’ve
made it out to me, correct?
-- yes i have.
-- Okay. Thank you. Understand I’m covering you
only in the sense that I have to mail them to be sure the bank doesn’t drag its
feet. I’m nagged that they’ll sit on
them, do anything to assess late fees. Don’t
trust them. These cards, their late
fees, are miserable, unjust. Unfortunately the government refuses to rein them
in or provide rigorous oversight.
-- remind me again tonight, will you? to MAIL
THAT. i think i need a cold slap in the face
or on my ass.
-- Well, I prefer slapping your beautiful bottom
to remind you . . or not. Happy to spank
your tomtoms.
-- HAHAHA.
i’m quite pleased with tomtoms.
-- Hey! I
saw the drawing you efemaled. It looks
like a toad-headed man sitting down leaning against a mausouleum.
-- smokin a cig
-- Yeah. Smoking
a cig. Curious that they used
perspective on the left hand side of the drawing then went flat, 2-dimensional,
on the right where the toad sits against the wall.
Male?
-- definitely male
the sketch she efemaled disturbed
him
it
was as if sheor rather the schizoid dipped into his dreams the night before and
saw the static black-and-white frame he peered into
in the distant background
was a low black cabin
its features were barely distinguishable under a towering cloudy
sky
a figure emerged from it wearing
a long hooded robe
a
man
he bowed to clear the porch eave
then
no sooner had he walked out onto the earth at the cabins threshold he stood startled
erect at a sudden the man recognised he was
watching him from the foreground of the frame silhouetted his back in the
frame looking in
the man reached hurriedly into his
robe apparently a pocket in its folds and retracting his hand his fist clenched he held something hidden in it
stepping forward he flung
whatever it was towards him
from out of his hand he saw the
thing was very small shiny rather it seemed to reflect the waning sunlight
off its mirrored surface
he watched it lazily zigzag back
and forth over the stretch of ground between them
he was expectant
he had seen this happen long
ago(or what seemed long ago) and he didnt bother to waste his time trying to flee elude it or duck in its final nanoseconds
of flight
the thing slowly gained speed and
became more direct as it bore down on him
he knew whatever it was it was fixed
on him
in this dream world it was fate
the robed figure walked forward
intently tall he followed the objects flight and on occasion
regarded him as he stood fast his
shoulders squared to him
he mused it better be the best he
had
if it didnt kill him and he knew it wouldnt
hed retaliate eventually giving the dark
man a taste of his own medicine
the thing skimmed above the raw
red earth twitching the dried grass blades beneath it
the earth was the only coloured thing
in the whole frame
it stung him on the inside of his
leg above his right ankle then rearing
back anxiously like a shining hornet it
spun around and began a crazy way back towards the robed man who stood obviously
and expectantly for its return
he didnt understand the gambit
at the wound his leg swelled
slightly
he wasnt impressed
pains pain
as the shining silverwhite thing approached
the robed man he extended his hand and it gently set down in his palm
he brought it up near his face
examining it
his cowl exaggerated his nod
then he turned and took the porch
bowing his head under the eave again and entered through what he imaged was the
cabins open door
looking at the next frame
the mans gaunt countenance recessed
in the slack folds of his hood was highlighted by a soft lichengreen phosphorescence
which emanated up into his face
he smiled sardonically
he was pleased
and then all sorts of
coloured light flickered and lashed his facethey cast long shadows and quivering
facets of sharp light on the rude timber walls around him
his eyes unmoved were jet black
whatever he beheld thoroughly excited him
he stepped back slowly several
paces
then he turned his back on the
violent lightning
looking into the next frame
the hooded man
stood under the porch eaves just outside the harsh doorway his right shoulder thrust forward turned slightly
inward
he saw him from the waist up
behind him he saw a iridescence move lumber unsteadily side to side
then at the mans back not an arms
length away he saw the thing was shrouded its features indistinguishable
the man turned
and like a father slipping his daughters wedding
veil he pulled it up just enough to
reveal its chattering chicklet teeth bound by thin lips tight like rubber
bands scarcely visible above its mouth
a single large cruel eye
a single large cruel eye
in the next tight frame
between the dark
mans hands still at the veil he saw the terrible eye was blue
crystal blue
like his own eyes
his wound ached
it cried
it knew its dna
it informed him
he trembled as he
watched his deformed monster walk out into the heady mustardcoloured moonlight
1511, Day-between-Two-Ts, 28 6. 17
1550, Thursday,
29 6. 17
Pink Floyd Hey You /Is There Anybody Out There
Bill Callahan All Thoughts are Prey to Some
Beast(Zombies?) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrYakf2cztM
Pink Floyd Keep Talking
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKjwvvmEn2M
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