he texted himself  :
             he texted himself when he was walking and reading and something occurred to him from the words he read or when he lifted his eyes so he didnt walk into a parked car it was an old California town  sidewalks werent a priority and lifting his eyes hed see something

something always intrigued him

hed wake from a dream and text himself 

he set the fone beside his bed on a nightstand a wood feed trough stood on end he liked the livestock bitemarks

his texts were redundant  usually he remembered his dreams and most every morning he saw the world through their diaphanous gauze 

last night he texted  :  an underfed alleycat caught in a rainstorm the words occurred to him in his voice the imagery tickled  but it wasnt hishis words he heard Maddow say them the evening before and the imagery really tickled him  curious the ticklishness carried into his sleep but he cared for four feral catstwo in an two out felines would capture his attention

the early morning prior (0023hrs) he texted  :  It’s a strange thing, (its strange he would bother with punctuation in the middle of the night) laying on your back, remembering, crying for a dead buddy you couldn’t help get loose, and feel tears roll down your cheeks, off your jaw, as you lay on your back, tears defying gravity.  Room 120.

the sensation of tears rolling out of his eyesrolling down on his cheeks woke him 

waking he wiped them from his face

there were no tears

just the sensation

Room 120 made sense

in Junior High Room 120 is where the retards were taughtthe fortunate ones who could trywho had the wherewithal to be integrated

he remembered running into his buddy Bobby in the hallway  he had a pass to see the Principal Bobby was crying  fucking crying in the hallway while inside the rooms classes were in session
Whats going on Bobby  he was very concerned 

I’m being sent to 120. My homeroom teacher thinks I’m mental.

Duckett  Rhymes with fuck itya aint going to 120

I have to. They’re expecting me in the time it supposed to take to walk from Duckett’s to 120.

No  Youre coming with me  Ive been summoned by Mr Sweat

What did you do?

Beats the hell out of me

Aren’t you worriedhes the Principal.

No Ill find out when I get there

I’d be scared. he started crying again I’m scared to go to 120.

Ya aint going Ducketts full of shit Youre coming with me to Sweat

I can’t. I'm expectedprobably right now.

Sweat can use the intercom and let them knowya aint going he said  he grabbed Bobby by the shoulder and walked him down the hall away from 120 a door open behind themheels entered the hall  Boys! Boys! 

Bobby wanted to turnhe could feel him pulltry to turn yanking Bobby by his shirt he muttered Whoever theyre calling aint us Keep walking
You’re going to get in trouble

Then thats my troublenot yours Keep walking

Bobby acted remisslike he was taken prisoner

                                                maybe Bobby was a retard but he kept yanking him down the hall to the Office

0458 Saturday 4 August he texted  :  HILARIOUS! I’m sitting crosslegged (he cant sit crosslegged) on a bed in a livingroom (he knew the livingroom) eating a Ho Ho from between the fingers of my hands asif it was a chicken leg . . my kidbrother comes through the front door to my right . . he’s disheveled (it looks good on him) . . to my left in the kitchen a gumchompin Chicago girl sits on the counter beside the sink stroking my best friends arm while her stodgy husband looks on smoking a cigar  he brought the booze and champagne they were swilling right from the bottles . . then a raccoon upsets the scene knocking over the garbage onto the kitchen floor
                                                                             and that preceded at 0336seemed scarcely a flash a moment prior  :  My girlfriend discovered I cheated on her. It wasn't my fault. She didn’t know the woman was an alien. When the alien pulled awaydismounted me, a thin tendril, parasitic, hidden under her luxurious black hair, wound out and anesthetised me, it inserted itself at the base of my skull making me helpless to her advances. When she tried to extract it, it slitheredpulled taut, then split and ruptured, splashed. I quivered. I spasmed. My shoulders twitched madly. (do you Love Her Madly)

It wasnt my fault

Isnt that an old worn excuse

I didnt do it my brain did

Hell  My brains were all over me doing this to me

 

  :  I am strange

You feel strange?

I feel he said  asif feel was odd in his mouth   I feel  uncomfortable the words felt like bitter stones in his mouth

You feel? 
NO  Thats not right

I am strange (texted at 0543 Twosday 31  7. 18)

Its not my fault Im strange

                

0940,  Thursday,  9  8. 18

1459,  Friday,  10  8. 18

Doors  Love Her Madly  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iqfXaGliq8

the Centurion leaned down to Jesus of Nazareth and said The Nail Will Burn (Loop)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIzkU-5xYWU