8.1.18



he had just picked up clean leafs that his girlfriend gave to him that her company was going to throw awayhe forgot their reason why  however their loss was his gain  paper to write on  an he was always scribbling something  he picked up a few pages an with pen in hand attacked themstarted letters to his ailing brothercancer an afterwards replying to his mothers rambling letters pressed in one envelope five dates over three months beginning in October
an as he wrote Bacative began https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWMCbEzRF1E off Trickys Knowle West Boy
There’s no exit/I can’t stand still/Keep on running/There’s no exit/I can’t stand still/Keep on running

it stayed his hand 

he got hung up in its words mantra  an music

he couldnt write

he set his pen down an leaned back into his chair

an listened



Theres no exit



                                                                                                                                                                        exits concerned him           

his wife exited  nearly sixteen years ago

he couldnt stand on the ground under his feet for a long time

it movedshifted involuntarily it lurched quivered dropped him time an again to his kneeson his hands                       

he wasnt stable


he was like a babe learning to walk




he thought of his sister cancer

he wouldnt write her because they spoke for hours on the telephone once a week   

he thought of his brothers cancer

his mothers infirmityhis parents infirmities

his brother-in-laws heart just had to slip that in theredidnt he  concerned him

he nicknamed him Fourth Quarter

he called him Overtime now





Bacative: Keep on running


he wagged his head side to sideleaned forwardpicked up his pen again  

he wrote to himself

there is an exit

keep running

go through the exit

keep running

an entrance now

keep running where

keep running

it doesnt matter

keep running




since his wifes deathsince he found his feet he was hard to rock

he put his letter aside

he picked up his brothers letter again and continued

he apologised for the pause not that his brother would know if he didnt tell him but he wanted his brother to know his letter wasnt spontaneous  it wasnt a singular flourish 

it wasnt dashed off

it was deliberate


it was thoughtfull



his brother wouldnt write back
his mother would
his brother wouldnt

he accepted that long ago


it wasnt going to stop him




keep running



1122,  Saturday,  30  12. 17


Wow  to be a bug on the wall  

he never ever wished to be a bug beforebut this would be that singular time  to witness the matching of wits
the delusional cunt believing hes up to the task he had to wonder if hed show up with his golfclubs


1334,  Monday,  8  1. 18
1108 days remaining or less


thank you for your patience(not that you knew)

Order restored(if thats a good thing)

suffered a glitch in the Matrix

couldnt help myself but chase the pussy



0007 (almost 007),  Monday,  8  1. 18