18.10.20

 
he looked at the clock almost 9PM  felt like hed been awake foreverhe woke at 10 he didntcouldnt shut downgo to bed til nearly 3 
            WIRED though when he got that way he knew he had to feed the creep  feed it despite knowing it was insatiable

it craved his destitution annihilation it didnt want to acknowledge him  it wanted to ride the coattailsthe slipstream of something akin to the 60s fantasy Mission: Impossible disavow any knowledge of you or your team should you be captured or killed
                  which always twisted himmade him pause  disgusted him why the fuck would anyone wanna work for an organisation that wouldnt recognise his or his teams value to it wouldnt recognise they existed

though as he said  it was fantasy

 

but fantasy doesnt rap at your door
                                       Hiya. I'm Mariah. I have it on authority I’m your daughter.
Authority
           from where did that authority descend  hed been a sperm donor  inside a clinic and out 

a vial of sperm or an ejaculate didnt make anyone a father

Hiya! 
       an old girlfriend reaches out  an old roommate connects saying hes been looking him for years  Crazy, man, given these times that you've been able to fly under the radar for so long. 
                                                                              apparently not low enough


his old girlfriend was appreciated 

old roommate  could ID him as a party associated with three  yahthree   he remembered  three criminal adventures in Miami

maybe he should have shotgunned him in the Everglades but it was birdshot 20gauge  he still had a few pellets in his calf  three worked themselves out like deep slivers incurred working construction it was really nice when they expressed pushed themselves up out of his fleshnice to lose their irritation 

then another rap at the door a detective a dick digging into a cold case they were working a new angle

that body hadnt any angles left  call it mulch all these years later


novel coronavirus presented too many people with too much time on their hands  

they were defying the natural order of things 
                                                 and he wasnt having any part of it

he sent Babygirl packing he wasnt submitting to a DNA test You can blow me  he wouldnt have minded  she seemed mildly interested  that freakness could easily have been him

the old girlfriend a pleasant surprise

the college roommate 
                       he deflected and differed Nah  Cant say I remember   it worked for politicians

the fresh young dick hed have to make his name elsewhere 
                                                                I can tell ya he was a prick I can tell ya I wanted him to catch his I can tell ya I havent missed his sorry ass a bit I can tell ya if he met his end I hope it was administered cruelly 
        But thats all I can tell ya    
                                           

his past for whatever reasons presented itself in people he willingly let go of  left behind 

he didnt think he was particularly interesting


they seemed to think otherwise 

2057,  Saturday,  17  10. 20


NO.

            cold    bullet-pointed  NO.

Pretty fuckin adamant  Why

Tacky.

Tacky

They’re tacky; you have a disturbing sense of tacky.

Tacky

You have no tast . . 
. . An you do

 

I do. 
       Who dresses you for the office, for work?

You

Why?

Because frankly I dont give a fuck about dress shirt ties slacks belts an shoes

But you'll admit you have to follow a prescribed, an expected dress code, business attire, make an appearance.

Appears so  Business is appearance  smoke and mirror an so much horseshit

Helps pay our bills.

It do  No argument there  The argument appears your unrelenting adamancy to me having three plastic pink flamingos in the backyard 
                The fuckin backyard  I aint asking to post them up in the frontyard 
                                                                                        Not like Im striking a burning K K K cross yaknow

You're always so hyperbolic, Joe.

When something smacks of ridiculous hyperbole is fitting an appropriate Whats your hard-on about

My hard-on?

Aint being hyperbolic

My hard-on? My har . .
. . Spit it out quick girl looks like you got a mouth full of shit

To my mind, decorative pink flamingos are white trash.   There.  I said it.

Ansomehow  ya think white trash might hurt my feelings

I think people other than white trash enjoy the  the    how to say this  the frivolitythe playfulness of comic-looking avians 
        You like clowns  I think theyre beasts  I dont knock you or attack your taste in thingswe like what we like  You think of a time I ridiculed  anything  youve enjoyedyouve taken pleasure in


But maybe thats a womans prerogative

A woman’s prerogative?

Yes

To change her mind?

 

To be a bitch

 

 


he conceded
                  that year for his birthday she conceded  she bought him a flamboyance of glass pink flamingo swizzle sticks 
 
2320,  Friday,  16  10. 20
1512,  Saturday,  17  10. 20
Stones  Can’t You Hear Me Knocking  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWE6LPCs4ns