9.8.20



a couple of teenage female nitwits ambled up onto the coffee shop porch shaded by an immense onehunred year old live oak to flaunt or tout or whanaught their nubile bodiesthrow caution to the wind trying to play with or tempt a couple of older men


hed seen them coming

they saw he saw

what attracted his lookfollowed his glance were their left eyes
                                                                  they had orbs of startlingsparkling makeup over them different colours their individualism he supposed 


they werent original 
                      hed seen like-circles on black ‘n white Pete the PupPetey from Spanky and Our Gang then more recently sported by a pop singer named Halsey
                                                  an artist starves if they cant separate themselves from the chaff
 Age  Old  Crap                      


maybe they thought he couldnt possibly know who Halsey was maybe they thought he wasnt woke 
he never went to sleep


poor dumb cunts
                   age didnt cut it not by his measure wha a cunt was
                                                                           some things dont change they thought they were givin him a rise playin with their long t-shirt pullin down on their necks pullin em up to pull up their tight shorts
exaggerated silent film shit
                             if he was fifteen hed have taken them down to the creek bed an fucked em raw the vibration off their skateboards as they rolled home would have driven them crazy theyd have to dismount not to lose their minds and walk deliberately taking long languid strides to not irritate not chaff their pussies any more
                                                                                                                   long long akimbo steps so their lips wouldnt rub and turn em inside out



as a teenager a friend a fuckbuddy Susie called him a slut
she hurt his feelings

Youre a slut Susie  Only girls are sluts

Because we put out, because we like to fuck? Sumptin wrong with that?  Fuck you, Joe, you’re every bit a slut as I am.


she was right
                she was the bellwether that put his hat on straight




he didnt say so but he thought it Keep rollin grrls Ya aint got shit on me only think you do only think youre the first ever  Might wannar read Hemingway

1521,  Friday,  7  8. 20
1826,  Saturday,  8  8. 20

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