30.5.20


. . put the lime in the coconut an mixem both together put the lime in the coconut then yafeel better . . 

thats how he remembered the song Nilsson Schmilsson 

if he was wrong Fuck it 
                           no matter  hed been wrong before thats what the words sounded like to him it was hard to hearhard to concentrate on the words 
                                         he was in a hotbox under covers  she was shy his head was between her thighshis tongue in her pussytickling her trying to reach her tonsils an ever itsy bitsy thing in between  first time a guy went down on her
                    she glommed onto the top of his headhad him by the hairyanked it left rightright right left right pulleduppushed down pulledup yanked fuckin gspot fevered  must have been running amok a lively spastic visiting a new playgroundthreethree? times she tried to crush his skulltried to fit his head up inside her quaff it swallow ittried to engulfengulp it  like a snake at its prey

still she didnt wanna see him at her
                                       though more likely she didnt want him to see her quakingqiuvering lips she didnt think vaginas were attractive hers embarrassed her an he couldnt get her off that ponytailed prejudice he couldnt stop her from calling it a vaginaso fuckin clinical  quim cunt pussy slit peachfish
                                                                                 to be fair he was a huge fan of oysters  their construct folds slipperiness liquid taste texture sucking  how sensual

she didnt buy it
                  It’s ugly. You want it?  Get under the covers.

Its not an it Its beautiful  OKeefeian
Shaddup!
            really dug her heels in an no amount of cajoling or flatteryhe tried drugs nothing bent her will

so  he went hotboxsweat like a pig

shared it with her pussy

dug his companion Cantcha talk to her he whispered between bites an nibbles an sucks tryin to turn her inside out



Nilsson went off in his head as he gaze outside into a stone garden and fountain beyond her bedroom through fixed plateglass windows rather a see-through wall

her room was hermetically sealed the windows couldnt yawn or tilt or gape a fuckin waste the outdoors out of doors like a caged animal

usually he hated hotboxes coldboxes ceiling fans recirculated air recirculated farts and belches and halitosis whispered lies plots intrigue  which all could be swept fresh or scrubbed by a breeze or wind

outside in the gardenoutside the dust and rainstained glass the crossed woodframes hanging from a greened brass hook was a slender flaccid wind chime

whoever hung it she said she hadnt wasnt interested in its music 

who would torture a wind chime

maybe it was hung only for the benefit of the sun playing on it exciting its crystalbeaded clapper and tooheavy crystalfaceted bob 

four thin metal chimes hung down around the clapper and bob

no wind penetrated the garden or circulated to stir the chime

its utility denied
                  he wondered why it was ever hung



like trying to slip a slice of lime inside an intact coconut

0936,  Twosday,  21  1. 20
1501,  Saturday,  30  5. 20

distraction from $105K (Killed)


"With this launch, the decades of lost years and little action are officially over," the president the clown missing from Washingtons center ring and sawdust said
"Past leaders put the United States at the mercy of foreign nations (RUSSIA) to send our astronauts into orbit--not anymore. Today we once again proudly launch American astronauts on American rockets--the best in the world--from right here on American soil."
NPR cited “Actually, it was two past presidents who put NASA on the path to this SpaceX launch, though it would be hard to know that from listening to the post-launch speeches.”
Pence was there to suck his cock "Today is the culmination of three and a half years of renewed leadership in space," calling the launch "a tribute to the vision and leadership of a president who, from the very first days of this administration, was determined to revive NASA and American leadership in human space exploration.." saying this of a president who struggles to find his cock for his obesitywho refuses to wear a mask during the coronavirus pandemic because it will mess up his makeup  is a desperate reach  
1758,  Saturday,  30  5. 20



Saul on Breaking Bad said Let it be noted, I do this under duress.

he laughedcracked him up Sauls protest would have been more viable had it been recorded in writing documented

once he supposed Saul aspired to be an esquire
                                                        Once

now hes a preeminent shyster preeminent preceding shyster a bridge too farNah Saul was superlative shyster


at the only corporate job he ever heldhe had to be physically broken to come in from the outsidemade him cry like a baby the last time he cried like that was when a fuck shot his dog and he couldnt prove the muthafucker did it the police and authorities werent interested he was new to the area living rural the ranchers family had been there generations Com’on, your dog was just a dog.
                                                 the only corporate job he ever held everything and anything he was required to signbecause he was usually against their new provisions every few months something new and always indemnifying the corporation at the expense of their customers and always revealed in fine print deep in the contract that they insisted everyone should readpages of fine print while knowing full well people wouldnt read they didnt have time or magnifying glasses  and they wanted the product so ofcourse they signed
                                                                                        the only corporate job he had when push came to shove for his signature he signed too  


Corporate  sharp as they were covering their ass didnt think someone might cover their own they thought his last name was Underduress

2323,  Reggae Friday,  29  5. 20
1059,  Saturday,  30  5. 20


hmm   theres hoi polloi  the common   the masses  and theres hoity toity  the snobbish   the haughty

they damn near rhyme


Hey, boy!
           nearly rhymes too 
Boy!

Keep it comin, boy, keep it comin!

that frosted his fannyBoy  Boy
                                 that he was supposed to fall over himselfbe at beck an call serving refilling getting fresh hot black coffee for the monkey because he was too busy yapping didnt drink it let it get cold  doesnt like cold coffee SHADDUP 
                   and the while responding to Boy

Daresay Dont think so fuckNot your boy 
Not anyones boy mister

Aah, did I say, boy?

Ahh  Yaknow ya did


Maybe . . . accidentally 

he howled another scab pickedpulled at 
                                            Yawannanother cup of coffee Fetch it yourself
Myself?
Yourself

Aah. You forget yourself. I’m along for the ride. A Ghost Rider of the Purple Sag . . 
. . Rider Riders   Riders of the purple sage  A Zane Grey book

Or something like tha . .
. . No  Exactly that  Either Ghost Riders in the Sky or Riders of the Purple Sage No excuses Own up


Something like that.
                     I’m not into Western music or novels. I dig it, though, when Indians come away with scalps, or, for that matter, anyone comes away with a bloody scalp.
And white women are taken captive.
Yes.

Yah

Yes. Let’s say no more, not speak of it any longer, I’ve wasted more breath than I ever imagined I would have . . talking to you.

Ahh Lets say no more


Good.
       Now, get my coffee pronto. I need to stoke my caffiend.

Yah

Yes.



he hated when he argued with himself


he won one way or the other

0835,  Twosday,  21  1. 20
1332,  Reggae Friday,  29  5. 20
Ghost Riders  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W56pl1QZNcQ