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
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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
