hibernation

             when MankindeManunkinde attains hibernation  will we in its embraceits frostywhip dream

dream perhaps of scaly red seas throwing sunlight off it like spasmsshards off a lazyturning mirrorball  

                                                                                                             of intemperate iguanas trapped  bagged and dragged on our backs through the waves  eventual provisions  eaten after theyve mated their young born

                  of painfullythin albinos who believe they are uniquely feral  to be feared  shrillinggnashing their pointy teeth when suspecting theyve been insulted  but when ones reason is treated as an insult only a heavy fist will shut them up their teeth breaking like porcelain dancingspiraling in the blue air like the whitewhiskers of dandelions

to hibernate

to sleep

to dream

if Deaths second self is sleep induced hibernation chronic sleep  cant be unalike 

he believed deep in his bones that death was a state of non-existence its non-consciousness a holding pattern filled with dreaming

           it was the only faith he held

if it turned out not to be so

hed never know                                                                                   

“The trick, Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”         

2306,  Saturday,  13  4. 19

1531,  Saturday,  20  4. 19

the trick https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvQViPBAvPk

Aristides

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4M3XMZm4mk 

                                                         listening to Moody Blues  Procession  Every Good Boy Deserves Favour  he summonsed I need hydraaation as they sang Desolaaation  then the rain fell  the tribal drums played birds sang  then again he sang I need hydraaation 

he had had too much to drink 

it was Easter 

he was by himself

he decided he best be loaded to assist his irreligiousness  he of course exaggerated it peeking between-his-fingers-crossed-over-his-eyes to obscure observe The Resurrection 

the only resurrection he believed incheered on was Round Two the return of his erection 

kneeling earlier between Aristides legs as she was recovering from Round One their first-ever go-round  and she was recovering quicker than him because she was youngerbecause she was a woman  

                                                                                      and because she was a woman

it was insane how quickly women recovered for Round Two  

he could have thought Oh wellbut there wasnt anything to think he fell to itpurchasing himself some much-needed timegrabbed her behind the kneesbit the insides of her thighsthen thrusted them upspread them apart and with abiding relish went after her lips and clit with his mouth and tongue

                                             her STOP! gaasp Too sensitive  Too senGASP! rolled soundlessly out of his ears  he shoved her up the bedher head against the wall  he loved that she didnt have a headboard complementing her bedroom furniture  the damn things were worthlesswere never stout  they slapped against the wall betraying their sex even more than her wanton cries  cries that some women he had been with had tried to mute smother burying their faces with a pillow under both their hands  pillowtalk.  that was the only pillowtalk he knew  he was genuinely puzzled when some men said women needed to be sweet talked

CHRIST!how the fuck could he sweet talk a soul if his mouth and tongue were busy at their pussy

he needed waterhe needed some waterlots of water quickly to dilute the heat going off inside his head

Easter

Resurrection

Erection

some might be offended with the juxtaposition 

                                                 he saved juxtaposition for Round Three an damn near breaks his back pulling it off

there wasnt anything he wouldnt do for love

                                               the love of sex

Aristides nearly killed him

he nearly killed her

sometime after 1900,  Thursday,  18  4. 19

1113,  Monday,  22  4. 19