Gottabefuckinkiddinme the words slurredheaved out of his mouth breathlessly
as he gaspedtried to recover from his big tom jumping off the bureau above him onto
his gut as he slept Wha da fucks da
matter wid chu
indie didnt pausedhe sauntered
off the foot of the bed landing heavily on the carpeted floor anywhere he went he went heavily
Auw fuck he groanedeyes closedrunning
an internal diagnosticsrunning his hand across his belly he was
alright he was silently gratefulhe didnt dare let that
into atmosphere indie hadnt jumped on
his nuts no
sense given him ideas Fuckin cat he groaned hes gotta
eat when he wants to eat
to be fair he knew he was pushing it
the sun splashed the bedroom
through the uncurtained windows even sleeping
he was aware his dreams were highlightedwhitewashed subtly brightened daubed with an soft amber patina but he tried hard not to waketried
hard because the governess or whoever she waswhatever she was seemed pregnantseemed
to promise him wisdom wished to impart something he assumed was vital he purposefullyskillfully pushed out his
dreaming to accept this sense that she had something for him a clutch of wisdom and hed be utterly stupid not to stick around
to receive it so he lingeredhe lingered
in the clutches of sleep an sleeplessness to have it
then indie stomped him while he
bided his time
and at once his usual chorus
chimed in he couldnt muster the Sirens over
them had he tried despite their reinsthe ropes he held in either hand to yank
and cinch to make his escape an ugly affair a chaffed and ropeburned thing him leaning
and pushing against them yearning for their unrelenting serpentine coils
no his
usual chorus unfortunately besting him a
comedicnot that they meant to be no since he was a boy they had been
inculcated in black an white a prepubescent Dorothy awash in her wisdom There’s
no place like home There’s no place like home and over her imagemerged with it an
overlay of the blubbering Cowardly Lion I do believe in spooks I do I do I do believe
in spooks and overlayed and merged by the Scarecrows If I only had a brain and overlayed
and merged by the Tin Mans If I only had a heart the four softly folded in a mixing bowl by
the artful hand of a master baker folding folding folded
and now
that they were in his way and he was lost to the kernel of wisdom he felthe was assured was meant to be his
0950, Twosday,
12 3. 19
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cWKkjTzukM
; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8lXfAPf4Vc ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nauLgZISozs ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aE-nMS9Mnk
