24.3.21


thatll teach him

he should have just gone to bedhe was tired  instead he decided to play with God  rather with the Hebrew Tetragrammaton (its most recent iteration looks like a stylised n i n ’ – his girl  Anais Nin)

YHWH  Yahweh

JHVH  Jehovah

Hebrews have seven names for God

he didnt understand why

he had two

his first name

when he crossed his parentsfrosted their fannies he was his first and middle name

he read that the Tetragrammaton four letters were used a symbol for the ineffablethe unpronounceable name of God

hmm  ineffable 
                    1.  beyond expression  indescribable  unspeakable 
                    2.  not to be uttered  taboo

thatll teach him

he dreamed

waking the following morningknowing that he was teed up knowing that he dreamed an ineffable dream for a man he figured hed blow his whistle on taboo on his somehow assigned ineffable dream that YHWH or JHVH might have slipped him to let him choke on it  be ashamed 
                                                 Fuckya  Im just the screen it was projected onthe canvas painted  that yaYHWH amused yourself but using me aint gonna shut my mouth

he took a deep breath of fresh air 
                                   runners on your mark  get ready  get set . .  GO he ran his share of race and won several

 

he found himself in bed with a small young slender blonde man smooth cheeked  hairless  a male version of a groomed saloned woman

they spoke intellectually  thatll get ya in trouble

they were naked  thatll get ya in trouble    

the young man embraced himkissed him imbued by his Eastern European culture men kissed men he kissed his father uncles brothers cousins never thought it queer he was not upset by the kiss it was pleasurable

evidently the kiss was more pleasurable for the young man he became aroused and physicallyforcefully pushed him down on the bed and rubbed his sex he could write penis but the only thing funnierlooking than the word is an actual penis against his 
             it was not unpleasant  he in-kind became aroused  while he enjoyed the contact and the kissing he was unsurehis eyes were closed asif closed eyelids were noncommittal  
                                                                       it wasnt until in a huskythick voice that the young man wanted him to turn over onto his belly that it got real  the thought to be fucked – he visualised it in his mind – I want you to suck my cock. – he visualised it in his mind – the reality nauseated him  the kisses were no longer sweet 
No

the young mans not listening to him  is on him like a dog 
No

hes not hearing him
Stop

he doesnt

he doesnt waste his breath and physically throws the young man onto the bedroom hardwood floor 
I  said  Stop

dumped on the floor clutching the slack of the throw rug under him he acts wounded he begins to cry Is that a thing


then from above he sees them in the bedroom  hes on a voluminous bed white linens pillows and blankets  the young man silently crying on the honeycoloured wood floor  then it is a white silent space asif they are in a container  in the sense that the whiteness of the now-sprawling bed consuming bed  the whiteness inhibiting any sort of edge or horizon or atmosphere  there seems no top no bottom  a great white metastisising void

he could still see the young man his well-shaped head his shoulder no muscular definition  he thought he could still hear his whining disappointment 
                                   his Shaddup unheard his anger roils  he wants to leave but he continues to sit and listen and look about and smell feel the bedding enjoy the translucence  the utterness of the white  a white light casting no shadows  he is surrounded  the white become fluid  it defining his extremities  filling in-between his fingers and toes  when he opens his mouth for a breath it enters his mouth  fills his nostrils  fills himhis lungs as he breathes  he slowly is becoming part of the white fabric 
                                             just before he wakes he is aware of only himself asif hed been alone the whole time the girlish man never was no sense of violation or anger asif hes a whipped aerated eggwhite 


he wakes  its morning           

1129,  Twosday,  4  2. 92 
1414,  Twosday,  23  3. 21 

 

the shit he wandered into when he read the dictionary

intinction 
           he immediately thinks tincturehes wrong hes okay being wrong hed been wrong more often that he was right  his object was not to be afraid of being wrong  in school he saw all those hands suffer by not going upby being ashamed they might be wrong he threw his up WRONGawright he learned by being wrong his problem may have been by throwing his hand up too quicklyhis classmates anticipating him that they let him wallow publicly which saved them from their errors he figured they debased themselves quietly in their own minds ANYONE ELSE? the teacher would ask if she was looking for another sacrifice GOD FORBID SHE SHOULD CALL ON ONE  then correcting him usuallymajoritively there was an unmistakable communicable sigh that blew up behind him he could feel it on the back of his ears he always sat at the front of the class if he didnt in his head he was likely to flee the confines of the classroom astral projection pull a Jack London Star Rover he bet he could if anyone could  when other kids were reading Charlotte’s Web he untangled himself and used her web as a slingshot   he read Charlotte long ago

intinction 
          he wasnt too far afield it was the Eucharist the host dipped TINCTURE in consecrated wine a wine which didnt give him anymore a head than other wines did – hedve figured sneaking into Church chugging their wine crossing the priesthood The Three Stooges The Father Son and Holy Ghost that it should have been a mindblowing experience -- NADA 
       intinction therefore was like a cop dunking his donut at a local diner or coffee shop 


he supposed at a young age his persona was fixed

persona 
         Latin mask  the role a person assumes to display his conscious intentions to himself and others

Nin wrote in her diary Anais Nin her preference the portrait of the subconscious self rather than the persona offered to the world

she was wrong 
                she wrote in her exhaustive diary amassed over nearly fifty years that it was the place where she could write her anger rage jealousy write of her demons openly honestly without fearing criticism not fearing NO
where she could expose her dreams
she was wrong
                writing a diary is not writing openly  honestly

he felt badly that she didnt embrace her separateness overtly  her individuality originality


he exposed himselfhe said things others preferred he did not

he didnt do it for shock

he did it to be honest 
                     anif someone thoughtand there were occasions that what he said was revelatory he smiled See revelations neednt come from God or gods or saints a broken-toothed gutter rat wearing sour clothing could make a revelation 
            so be it 

he was honest
                a divulger  dis -- abroad broadcast perhaps  vulgare make common make public publish
a divulsioner   tearing apart  violently separating

 

its all there

open a dictionary  read 

1101,  Twosday,  4  2. 21
1052,  Twosday,  23  3. 21