AwBreakfast of Champions a couple of raw organic eggs cracked into his
mouth as his oatmeal cooked(wheres cold pizza when you really want it)
then walking
from the kitchen to the studio through the livingroom he saw he didnt finish his
beer from last night Done Christ didnt finish the last of the whisky he was
sipping eitherDone slipping though to be fair he was pretty beat eight
hours on his feet at work after a substantial workoutwha was he thinking he finished a bowl of vegetable soup topped
with tofu and shelled edamame something
light it was late then sipped a beer
and a shot while catching Les Revenants on Netflix subtitles never scared him off and it seemed European Asian sensibilities Old
World morals perhaps titillated him he
read throughout the day and wrote so reading at the night was legit foreign tongues were such like jazz music was to
his ears while he wrote
last thing he
needed was lyrics while he wrote
he
bought stamps at the post office the
clerk asked why he bought as many as he did and he said Well no one ever writes back so I write purposefully to fucking irritate
them force them to read the written
language change it up from their emales
and texting those shitty shortcuts shorthand
those fucking
emoticons Christ I hate them my birthday wish the last two years is that
those shitty little things dont stick when theyre applied to texts and social
media the social media which helped finger us in
the ass with the degenerate sitting in the white house I wont call it the White House calling it that while hes in residence
defames Presidents Lincoln Roosevelt Obama any president one might look up to
with respect Man I wouldnt walk across
the street to piss on him if he were on firea guy can wishcant he
he finally made his studio fired
up his computer and began writing in Word transcribing from pen and paper the
last itch he had to scratch
he was scratching more than he
was used to
scratching his headpuzzled bemused
scratching his ass as he remembered monkeys now dead scratching theirs
at Brookfield or Lincoln Parkbecause they had time on their hands and inside of
cages it was hard to find a place out of the way out from under watching
eyes(fucking surveillance – Its for your safety and security – From what? –
just more whores making money off legislation that legislators get kickbacks on)
to scratch their asses So fuck it Watch
me scratch my ass Poke your rude finger Get close enough Ill show you a trick
Ive perfected Im a deadeye when it comes
to slinging shit Just a tad bit closer A
bit more a bit more BAM!
You can wipe the shit off your face and out of your hair but baby that
stink aint going anywhere
yeah he was scratching either end more than he cared
but what the fuck! like a wheelchair-bound man he knows often says Excuse me all to hell Im just trying to live in your world your
world Your World these anonymous clowns tumble out of a
miniature clown car in the center ring under a Big Top and get carried away believing
that the ring is theirs forget therere rules
theyre transitory forget theyre part of
a continuing narrative and sometimes the
narrative sucks and is like a spastic colon that shits itself and needs someone
else eventually to come along and clean up their mess(he could only wish theyd
bid they were retarded such a good alibi and the retarded wouldnt take offense because
theyre retarded and they couldnt understand(what was everyone elses excuse?)
it aint the country he grew up in
his parents took offense when he
wrote in their letters cuntry they were for some reason caught up in the
fiction that they raised him better that only coarse people used coarse language
and he wasnt coarse
of course he was coarse by their own matrix if he called the country
cuntry then of course he was coarse Correct
No Youre our son
that was unfortunately a poor defence part of that swirling miasma and fog that
steeped their eyes and aligned them to their fiction of his innocent boyhood not his manhood
Hear what I say Read what I write Thats who I am Its true
Its not hyperbole And dont hear
or read it thinking Im going to spare your feelings I dont spare anyones feelings when it comes
to the truth
but still they clung to some
thing they devised that was arrested and undeveloped and untrue
it seemed that to call it fiction
wasnt sufficient to chase them off their point
they were like big black crows sitting
on the shoulders of a straw scarecrow twined to a cross oblivious
but they werent the only people
who preferred oblivion
he didnt quite like the texture
and taste and smell of oblivion hence he
wasnt oblivious
he tried his damnedest to be Obvious
but he supposed sunglasses and
blinders hid his Obviousness and friends
and families went their course
and he went his
1628, Monday,
13 2. 17
1437 days or less
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