hed forgotten it was Fridayshe worked four Tens to have threeday weekends

: : Ohgoodness he texted You have time to share with me this morning?

: : : Yes, Papa. How are you?

: : Spectacular. You?

: : : I have time this morning. Later I’m volunteering at an animal shelter. I’m well, thank you.

: : : Do you know that hamster are supposed to survive 8 – 10 years?!

: : : AND they are omnivores?!?!

: : 8 to 10 years if they don’t live in Peru.

: : You’re a better person than me. I’m wrioting this morning, as usual.

: : : You are thinking Guinea pigs.

They are from Syria and Belgium, but are found Greece and China too ...

: : A hamster is a rodent/rat, they’ll eat whatever they have to to survive.

I’m reading Death’s End by Cixin Liu, the third book of his trilogy. Amazing. Trisolaris, an alien race, has dominated Mankind, resettling every human being on earth to Australia so they can inhabit the rest of the it.

: : Sophon, a Trisolarian avatar, is charged with the resettlement.

Horrified, people realised they can’t possibly feed everyone; they’ll starve to death.

Why should you starve with all this food around you? Sophon asks (cannibalism)

: : So what’s – yes, you’re correct – so what’s the distinction between a hamster and a Guinea pig? – I’d assume they’d both be tasty prepared correctly – as I’ve no doubt that rat-on-a-stick would be tasty too.

: : I’m happy your helping at a shelter – careful – you may fall in love, love.

: : : Hamsters are snack-sized and guinea pigs are a small meal.

: : : I’m not better, Papa, my outlets differ from yours. Besides, you know me, I can scarcely sit down to write a letter.

Book sounds grim.

: : It’s fascinating! Sophon’s cold observation isn’t unreasonable; it is radical. Problem. Solution.

: : : Cannibalism isn’t unreasonable?

: : Ha! Just Googled cannibalism; a brief statement: Cannibalism has been scientifically recorded in more than 1,500 species. . .  . I think we may have solved Seattle’s homelessness situation. Home is “in my belly!!!”

: : : HAHA

: : So 3 hamsters to a guinea pig. Like Cornish game hens – you and Sis always liked your “little chickens”.

: : : Nice dad. Eating a junkie could be a crazy trip . .

: : : Homeless person = earthy                                                                                                                          

: : : A hunter = gamey

: : Hahaha  so what’s the name of our restaurant? Eat Me? (eating a junkie would be a “trip”)

I hope some fuck is intercepting our texts and reading them  HA HA  HHAAaah

: : : Haha – yeah!

: : : Hahah – entertaining, right?!

: : You could feed the junkies cornmeal for a few days as is done to make snails more palatable. Escargot.

: : We crack ourselves up!

Although I must admit that junkie sushi or sashimi has a distinct appeal to me.

Obviously human beings are one of the 1,500 species who munch their bunch.

: : : Sashimi – well, yes – you can’t let that sit too long – it would lose its trip.

: : EXACTLY! Can’t lose the trip! (suddenly I’m flashing on John-boy as the soul-eater (scared the shit out of me!))

: : Had to look up the actor’s name. Richard Thomas.

: : Ahyes! Night Gallery.

: : I was wrong. Sin-eater.

: : : Haha

: : : You’d probably eat the fatties. . .

: : : More flavorful

: : : I’d want the athlete. . .  probably tough, but less fatty

: : : Sis wouldn’t survive. Though I’d like to believe if push came to shove she would eat meat again.

: : Yes  marbled with fat!

I suppose I’ll have to leave the junkies to you – whoever heard of a FAT junkie.

: : An athlete would be lean .. Unless you identify an athlete as a child – kinda like veal.

: : I really do enjoy veal.

: : No. I’m afraid we’d have to eat her – if we ate her she would be very happy.

: : Hahahaha (this is between you and I – unless we tagteam her together about our restaurant idea. An investment!)

: : Waiter! There’s a fly in my junkie soup!

: : : No child athlete would be like veal – that would be the gamer children. No cages – the games are mental cages. Makes them just sit and get fat.

: : : Yes -- of course – only between us.

: : : Hah

: : : I think the flies are the garnishes for the junkie or homeless soup.

: : Hmm  you don’t think that computer games make children sit in one place, get fat? Computer games are invisible cages.

: : : That’s what I’m saying.

: : : I DO think that they make them sit in one place.

: : Hahahha flies as a garnishes

: : : The “real” experience

: : Oh! Gotcha! Gamers. Misread that.

Okay! so we have to devise a way to determine, identify child-athletes THEN stupefy them with computer games.
TIME TO EAT!

: : Hahahaha (I’m truly laughing out loud!) the "real" experience.

I wonder if you threatened homeless people with becoming main dishes if that would incentivise them to give up homelessness  . .  ?

: : : May not – they’d probably give up their neighbor for free food

: : Probably not.

A great socio-economic solution however – a great talking point at a City Council meeting.

: : : Indeed – haha

: : Yes indeed (who says “indeed”?)

: : : Gotta go, Papa! Too much fun!

: : I love you, sweetpea.

he had errands to run too

he slung a rucksack over his shouldergrabbed Death’s End to read as he walked

nearly three blocks down the street he glanced up from the book and saw a homeless man crossing the intersection aheadwalking towards him

the man clutched a worried paperbag to his chest with his left arm wore a filthy darkblue hooded sweatshirt a dingy tshirt between the zipperteeth laceless redcanvas gymshoes greencorduroy pants he was too far away to hear their whisper

just before he dropped his eyes to read he caught either a stumble or hesitation in the mans gait then the man haltedglared at him timid small eyes

he thought Wha

then pausing the homeless man stroked his unshaven throat with his open hand once  twice  thinking  then he suddenly crossed to the opposite side of the streetthey wouldnt pass in close proximityand assuddenly he reversed himselfdoubled back againthen went left reversing himselfhurrying up the street from where he had come

at the intersection he went rightbroke into a little jog Wha the hell he could make out the frumpy black white-stitched ballcap he wore bobbingdisappearing abovebehind the shrubs at the corner his greasy hair stiff immobile scarecrowish beneath it

when he entered the intersectionlooked after him he saw the mans herkyjerky stride like a bowlegged crane still hurrying he laughed quietly

                            then he laughed fullthroatedlaughed after the fleeing homeless man  he couldnt help but wonder perhaps if the sensualitythe aura tease of he and his daughter considering cannibalism hadnt clung to him to some degree waftedemanated from him which the man might have recognised sensed  after all he lived on the streets  that takes wouldntya think particular sensibilities or wiles

1227,  Sunday,  24  3. 19

1359,  Monday,  25  3. 19

1350,  Twosday,  26  3. 19

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