25.12.21

 

intereffigial unspace
                     Whar da fucks that   supposed anywhar he wanted 
its Miévilles

had to tip his cap to China
                           cats waaayoutahead of him but hed thank him for direction
couldnt say how many times he sought ithadnt been afraid to ask
                                                                     punks earnestly offered him misdirection
funny
      to them

they managed a thinned dollop of frustration
                                               but his camel had a stout back they threw on straws
all they did was sidetrack him for a bit
                                              eventually he endedup where he was heading arrivingholding in his hands more history than he knew what to do with
                                               he committed thatvaulted it in his skull
queer when it exitedTADAH like when pants split or a woman suffers a wardrobe malfunction notorious to the entertainment field 
                 feeled


intereffigial unspace was a comfort
                                     I am droit de prestidigitateur la magie magicien sorcier illusionniste looksreads better in French
          but ofcourse
                       he sought to moisten panties worked hardlike a muthafucker on his accent  when out he shut up  he let them wrestleplay out the rest
                                   who wants to fuck local Im gonna fuck me a foreigner. Fuck me strange. then they had stories to tell their grandchildren who a generation removed might listen their children were contemporarytoo close to the bone maybe too inexpert  liesreally good lies need time to mellowbecome effortless seamless become facile believable particularly if one is a bad teller

a bad teller SHAMEShame shame 
                                   it helped to tell stories as a child he entertained others then there were the stories he told himself  they were most satisfying 
                                         You believe that   I do; wouldnt you have me believe?
he did 

never was keen on rhetoric         

once upon a time in the early Twentyfirst Century
0036,  Saturday AwwChristmas morning,  25  12. 21

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