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
