20.5.17



well  he couldnt dispute it was a clever machinethe Keurig  although(butt) its convenience didnt fit into his lifestyle
its conspicuous wastessssshhing carbon footprint  it reminded him of microwaves yet another devise(not vice) he had no use for  his parents lambasted him were disturbed that he didnt have one and when you have disturbed aged parents who refuses to forget such an incidental returning to it time and time again as if their strenuous repetition was an argument to make him fold concede  anyways   disturbing them was saying something without saying a word  which to his mind was the best way of saying anythingAction  action is louder than words

which was more powerful  the letters he had written or their content?
that only his parents replied(their habit too) didnt persuade him not to continue writing his siblings and friends

he didnt expect replies

any more than he expected his parents to answer the questions he asked in his letters  even when writing that his questions werent rhetorical



You write to hear yourself talk(a question or an accusation)  he wrote to communicatehe wrote to informhe wrote to understand in more detail their thoughts and beliefs(Plato is accredited: an unexamined life is not worth living)  he wrote so that he might provoke them to spill itanything

Why write if you can call on the telephone?


                               Mebbe because I dont have a Keurig a microwave watch television or have cable

Mebbe because I read fiction and nonfiction

Mebbe because I walk rather than drive to get to where Im going unless the highway impedes and intrudes


Or mebbe because you have no ambition?

                            Or mebbe because I have no desire for the trappings of possession  or flaunting  or fingerwagging consumption and corruption(a question or an accusation)


its almost funny “to each his own” is suspicious when someone is unlike you

it didnt bother him he was unlike(unliked by) others  though it often seemed to bother others(assured that either he secretly craved their ascensiontheir possessions or was jealousenvious of them) 

if they chose to pronounce their assuredness

he pricked their over-inflated over-indulged coloured balloons

pricked them so they pissed helium and shriveled into disgusting shapes reminiscent of slick rubbers hastily dropped from the backseat of a steamed up sedan onto the blacktopped or graveled parking lot


he was not jealous or envioushe had what he needed
                                      he couldnt be cajoled by what he wanted
 

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1341 days remaining or less Russian buhbye
Lesley Gore  You Don’t Own Me  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDUjeR01wnU