1.8.20




where was this thinkin comin from


he looked at the hands of the clock
                                     lilhand on the twelve longhand on the twelfth minute  Twelvetwelve
Whadaya doin up Shouldnt you be in bed

Who the hell you think you are I didnt take that from my parents Time is my time I had a paper route at five in the morning I did it I recognised my obligations You trying to give me a hard time
Ill do what I gotta do 



to be honest to let the ball roll unimpeded   unimpeachable

he didnt have a paper route

he didnt have a jobhe wasnt going anywhere

he didnt get up until Tentwentytwo this morning

hed been conscious fourteen hours
                                   that aint even a double shift not that hed EVER work a double shift not that hed ever work overtime without timeanahalf pay 
                                         aint nobodys nigger raw but off the top of his head he hadnt immediate comparisons so he had to go outside his raceFuckin racist Nah he brought home the point that white people prefer not to think or consider the disparities inequalities other races endure and have endured
when were whites gonna get their foot off their necks   

he could have been sexist said  Aint nobodys bitch

Comon  racist  sexist  horrible grim truths  and hed evoke either
                                                                      wasnt hard to argue against white male privilege he recognised he was simplythrough no effort of his own born into it the exception was the cunts above him who tried to flaunt what they believed was their superior white male privilege 
                                                               but they dont talk so wellare hard to understand when yave kickem in the balls

Mymy maybe you should have worn a jockstrap to the office Oh Never played sportshuh Never played against a dirty player Yaint lived
                    those cunts were crude but when yave played against enough of them your skin prickles when yare around them yaknow it in your nuts an ya get up on em fast before they try to pull shit on ya




point was 
           its early the next morning  Twelvetwelve 

aint a soul who cares what time he crawls out of bed thats on himhis cross to bear
Christ wouldve dug a cross like that
                                     rather than have absorbed the sins of Mankind

Fuckem Christ fuckem in the eye teeth
                                         had he been a disciple thats what he wouldve recommended Fuckem in the teeth 


But if yare not on with that
                              Im off to light Mary up

0012 or 1212, Saturday,  1  8. 20



237-4454
           scrawled like graffiti on a brick wall that had scores of advertisements either painted on it and faded or paperscabs of industrial posters


237-4454
               least the muthafucker could do was grow a pair of balls an scribble the area code too  whoever 


above the number was printed   accept your fate  submit
                                                              he donknow him dohe   
whoevers art  they had no idea who they addressed
                                                     after all it was his dreaming they marred

he had no faithhe didnt buy into fate thereby there would be no abiding submission

cocksucker
             submittings a choice
                                     least for any individual who carried salt


Accept your Fate  Submit
                         sounded and looked like a church slogan a doorway through which indoctrination stepswalks in without wiping its feet

some people let that happen


some people dont



those led by their nose
                       miss the opportunity to lead


0612,  Thursday,  30  7. 20
2107,  Friday,  31  7. 20