3.1.18



MyGawd he muttered again and again under his breathseething as he agilely curved his vehicles wheels around or straddled freshcrushed bodies tattering the tarmac  they retained enough integrity that he could identify what they had been

parking his 4Runner outside his employment killing it he quickly grabbed a white envelope a piece of junk mail he gathered from his mailbox on his way in and with his inevitable pen scribbled on its back words that he realised as he wrote them could be sang to The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the third day of the New Year
Inhumans gave to me
Three dead rabbits
Two dead squirrels
Two dead owls
And not one auto fatality


bitterly  MyGawd  Cant fuckin slow down for a damn thing

1637,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  1. 18





a picture of Marilyn Monroe that always arrested an warmed himflattering her  taken on a beach in Santa Monica
13 July 1962 curious he remembers that date alwaysnot her death enticed him to open storyamped.com   
as quickly he was repelled

writ to its pictorial  It’s a sad reality that we never know when our final day on this Earth is coming. It happens to everyone, even people that seem untouchable.

he was pushed off by a sad reality 

it was reality

It happens to everyone

if you exist you will die

even people that(not who) seem untouchable



untouchable  really

that was an unfortunate Indian Hindu caste  the Dalits that their untouchability continues in the 21st Century astonishes him  he borrowed from Vonnegut   Oh well

all this was nearlyinstantaneous as he clicked off the site for immediatelyrunning through his head like a wild African animal stampede was mindfulness apparently a bright-new-thing a darling of a thousand apps that spot you as if youre a gymnast on your smartphone interrupting you reminding you You Will Die  Oh well  No shit he had no idea who to credit for that exclamation   

he thought he might have been free of their mindfulness as he thought it existed only as smartphones apps never occurring to him they would also exist online  How naïve no credit either

his daughter shared her AT&T account with him  otherwise he wouldnt have a cellfone 

she recently lost hers she didnt want to think someone stole it and replacing it AT&T confided to her since she was the accountholder that they wanted him to acquire a new fone too

she texted him that from their office

he texted her back  I don’t give a fuck what AT&T wants. I have what I need.

:  Okay, Papa.

:  Thank you, love.



mindfulness

hed think since AT&T was propagatingfomenting these apps that they wouldnt have their heads tucked up their asses like rapid-blinking ostriches inspecting colons or prostates
Oh sacred male anus

however
        thinking isnt required in this spontaneous shoot-from-the-hip I-dont-have-to-take-anything-back reality  this sad reality 
  

1054,  Friday,  29  12. 17