2.4.19


OhChrist low hangin fru . .oranges  
                                      he couldnt help himself he wasnt proud  it was just too ripe to resist
2146,  Twosday,  two  4. 19


ninepointfive rocked his world ninepointfive rocked his worldninepointfiverocked his  whorl  he was fuckedupblitzed 

he was also upsetoffset putoff 
                                his wife appeared in a dreamshe rarely appeared as herself  an he couldnt saycouldnt see if she was completely herself  her face was her tanned California face that he met in Miami as a teenager although her face was circled with a thick line of white mime makeup 

he didnt remember her hairhe couldnt take his eyes off her face he hadnt seen her looking like that in more than forty years  they couldnt afford a camera  teenage pictures were in her parents albums that her siblings took when her mother died   
             they never got around to sharing the picturesthe albums with her 

her bodynaked was unlike any body she ever had unlike her modesty  naked on a beach beside a stranger a dark man who obviously was enjoying his discomfort an who knew he was safe from him because his wife was appalled by his proclivity to violence she would step in to protect someoneeven someone who verbaly abused her the stranger was a real cunt he smiled You’ll leave him alone, Joe, you hear me; leave him alone and the while the stranger goaded him with his eyesfacial expressions 



so he took a Detour
                     an then another an another a double IPA ninepointfive alcohol 

he was trying to celebrate a benchmark he achieved but she interrupted reminded him  How dare you take that girl into our bed. she glared at him his dreamed wife wouldnt know that their bed was burned in an apartment fire a fire he fought from inside protecting their cats who he threw into a halfbath and closed the door

their bedroom was a loss but he stemmed the redlick there

How dare you take that girl into our bed.

he wasnt going to fight herwasnt going to fight her and her cunt companion


he had been kneeling beside her
                                   as he began to stand she tried to grab him by the arm but her hand slipped from him a fine white sand Miami threw her grip 
                                              he recognised then that she wasnt naked that shed been buried in sand and over her body the cunt had formed an obese naked womans body  the mime makeup sand  
                                                                                                      that sandfashioning made him feel comfortable  comfortable so he could walk awaywalk away from her screaming behind him Our bed! OUR BED!

he was upset her dreamed self came to him angrily he had enough of her anger when she was alive   


in order to leave beach and her accusation he had to pass through a carnival wild animals past an Admission booth

a fat redhead heavily garishly madeup woman sitting behind its bars told him he couldnt enter without paying admission

Im passing through 

It’ll cost you ten dollars to enter.

My ass the violence he left behindunexercised with cunt pantedwas brimming 

Then I’ll have to set someone on you.

Set


halfway through the menageriethe huckstersthe freaks a huge buffalo lumbered towards himtaking an angle that forced him towards a woodplank fence  

behind him a fat man shoved him he needed to use a bathroom  Is this the way to the Men’s room? fatty asked

Beats me

nearly obstructed by the fence the buffalo suddenly wheeledturning his hindquarters on himfatty shoved him from behindthe buffalo kicked he had the strength to negate fattys pushwent up on his toes inertia denied its hoof shot before his thighssmashed the fence recoilingdrawing back its leg inertia caught up with him and shoved himstaggering him past the beasts huge muscular hind end
it rolled an defiant red eye after him
                                     but he made the alley ahead  it narrowed significantlynarrowed to a steel post exit gate  an orangemunchin orangutan squatted there making sure no one reversed field  a placard hung around his neck  When you exit you’re out. the scrawl looked as if the monkey might have made it  menace explicit 

Buhbye big boy

dreamin early Friday morning – no fuckin idea what time,  29  3. 19