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he could dial up try to respect most concepts  he provided what he deemed sufficient etiquettewhat it may deserve  he wasnt born in a barn as his mother was fond of saying though she said it more often to him than any of his seven siblings

she said she didnt relish telling him

he didnt relish hearing her  Save your breath Maw I aint changing one iota

his iotas were long fixed at a cellular level from birth his slatehis tabula rasa had been cryptically scribbled all over  a veritable palimpsest that he saw through his paleblue newborn eyes and while not in possession of or having knowledge of things called words  hed bet he was pretty sure he thought Fuck it  


he tried not to be rudenot blatantly rude  

however when he heard something absurd he couldnt nod respectfully to the absurdist hmm him or her NO he damn near tripped over his tongue spewing his rebuke

he refused to provide audience or credence to horseshit no matter where it was uttered or among whoever     

the one tenant he couldnt tolerate the bad breath ofthat riled and incensed him was that when we die our loved onesfamily and friends will be waiting just on the other sidein an unseen room next door

wasnt anyone of sound mind and bodywhether or not they declared a last will and testament whos died thats pulling off into a rest stop or waiting at a railroad siding marking time for twenty thirty forty years  for you   not for you to finally come down the road aimlessly kicking an empty tin canyour hands jammed in the front pockets of your pants

he wouldntwasnt

hed have a hard time respecting those if they did


one could argue time was relativemaybe thirty forty years to the dead is the blink of an eye  mebbe 

but mebbe thirty forty years is an eternity   

mebbe theyd have something better to do or somewhere to goTime be a wastin and aint no time worthwhile blowin

dead  or alive


1703,  Friday,  4  5. 18
1611,  Saturday,  5  5. 18