he was feeling godlike  god-ish  anwell why not  had his family held to their Polish not given it up as Mexicans prefer not to give up their(no dad not Mexican -- he hung eagerly on Mexicans speaking Mexican) their Spanish  he would have gone by the name Gadoush not its White Anglosaxonised Gary  everything always having to be so spiffy White  funny  his grandmother was adamant about her Catholicismwouldnt budge on thatwouldnt budge on a fiction but threw her heritage over  which was true  which was the earth she was born from corn denying it was corn to become an immigrant American talk the talk  not that her talk ever was more than a stumblebroken English  but in the quiet privacy of her home before everyone had to know what was going on inside it that anonymity deformed an defamed accused of being secretive an if it wasnt threatening then why shouldnt everyone else also know what went on behind closed doors   then  she spoke Polish with her bilingual children who attended truly English classes to assimilate   assimilate    assimilate(with a bullet   with a bullet)
                                         he wondered how well White Christian Americans would assimilate if their asses were dropped in Burkina Faso “land of honest men” Africa  

that said

        feeling ohso god-ish  feeling up to naming things Behold! and it was very good  naming in particular the daddylonglegs that hung begrudgingly in its web in the corner above his shower 

hes no appleseed hadnt displayed her assurednessher deftness   not her presence    

blowing on him he cratersexhibits none of appleseeds defiancescrambling down her web towards his ephemeral breath  he couldnt see them but he imagined her eighteyes glaringher lips curledsnarling  no   she was peerless

appleseed disappeared in June as he was finally climbing out of his undetermined undiagnosed funk

she was the first of his arachniddenizens who suddenlyappeared  creeping in under the cover of night darkness  an like wafts of smoke congealing marbled into clinging ambling beasties

monikers   they needed names or he needed names for them to distinguish them from one another an to become   

maybe nameless things were  but then namelessly unobserved  if a tree falls in a forest an no ones around to hear it does it make a sound   was it ever alive?

these cats were sharing his space anif they had a name for himhes sure they did he antagonised them plentyhis puffs of breath  then surely they deserved a name  an a name if nothing more than for himself to distinguish them Gawd knows they didnt keep to the same web in the same corner day after day  a kind of unseen musical chairs an stopped when the music stopped when he entered the bathroom . . . he never heard the music either

so there was appleseed   who was followed by the ill-fated bugs(who committed suicide in his showerhe wasnt quick enoughmissed that bugs had come into the shower  he glimpsed him just before he went down the drainhis madspasm lunge and reach was a splitsecond too late  they didnt brush fingertips)  he felt terrible   appleseed consoled him as she wrapped up something for later  life is fleetingidiot  life goes onidiot   life doesnt miss a beat a measure a stanza idiot  Eyeless in Stanza   Promise was that I/Should Israel from Philistinian yoke deliver;/Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him/Eyeless in Gaza at the Mill with slaves  John Milton shotup by Aldous Huxley   he was filled to brimming with useless information 

so he bestowed monikers onto the other beasties who appeared after bugs bugged  spud  x  dimwit  lugnut   they appeared during appleseeds benevolent reign

they were all gone now 

other daddylonglegs arrived since  but none have exhibited a personality worthwhile naming  a bunch of youse guys  except now  this one above his shower who leers who lowers himself down in his web outragedapparently of his space being invaded asif he has designs to fill the whole of the shower stall and tub with microfine silkfiber

the daddylonglegs glares

however when he blows on him keeping him from harms wayup above an errant splash that might fell him into the tub an feed him to its gobbling drain  he crumples up his legs looking like a knot tied by a retard or at least someone missing thumbs on both handsmore likely to meet a retard than a thumbless soul

cranky
      he could apply to become an honorary under the tutelage of the Seven Dwarfs if they were still accepting applications    

cranky
      Yes   he  Gadoush  was feeling very god-ish this fresh morning

1414 ErnieBanks,  Sunday,  12  11. 17

1054,  Monday,  13  11. 17

Moloko  Cannot Contain This  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsxiSjVTpjc

   with a bullet   The Mothers of Invention  What Kind of Girls Do You Think We Are   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7Sf4uQ6u_8