when he looked for a friend he looked to books

two-legged offerings left him little to desire

which probably explained why he had a big library in a small house

books sat on chairs on the couchleaned in corners like drunks 

                                                                Don disturb them Their place Theres room on the floor

The floor?

           Are you joking me, sit on the floor?

Nah Ya prefer a seat ya can go outside an sit on the porchgot some folding chairs out there Theyre low Ifya fall out ya wont hurt yourself 

You’re serious.

I am Arentya

 

Sit on the floor or go outside, sit on a folding chair, neither sounds comfortable.

Awcomon comfort isnt all its cracked up to be 

                                                  Or theres the door ya came I didnt invite ya 

that curious pause always followed

tendered more times than he could count

You, ah, trying to be antisocial?

Nahnot at all

You’re not very social.

Ridiculous I have more books than I can possibly read in their entirety 

                                                                           I like how they smell too

 

not many got him

but it wasnt important if they didthey didnt have to 

he didnt have to get themhe didnt want to

he thought he was obvious

 

he almost hurt himself once laughing  somebody said he was like an unopened book

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https://fs.blog/2013/06/the-antilibrary/

Ive known me all my life

Which is why Ill cross somebody else before I cross myself 

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sometimes he worked through a bookutterly fascinated then he comes across a passage or passages that appall him

reason why he didnt read horror except for H P Lovecraft

on top of reading The Federalist Papers for pleasure he read First Principles by Pulitzer Wurlitzer  couldnt help himself  Prize winner Thomas E Ricks 

the book is about “:What America’s Founders Learned from the Greeks and Romans and How that Shaped Our Country” gotta learn from someone

                             because he didnt have a mentor books took on that awesome responsibility

the reality was 

                 there wasnt someone he could throw in behind 

he usually looked over his shoulderbehind himself when he needed help anhe found he was at his backhad his back an lined up behind him were more and more hims as many as he might need 

                                                                               that comforted him when he admitted it others called it cold comfort  Aww he was happy they enjoyed cohortswas sofucking happy for them that they had friends stacked to the ceiling like cordwood

                                                anpossibly as dispensable

he put the book downstepped away from it for awhile

hadnt seen the old ONE – TWO combination coming 

                                                     ancertainly not from men who intrigued him

Jefferson stepped upleaned in

                                “I have no body living with me who could do it, and I am become too lazy, with the pen, and too much attached to the plough to do it myself. I live on my horse from an early breakfast to a late dinner, and very often after that till dark. This occasions me to be in great arrears in my pen-work.” 

                                                                                       he observed at one point his farm was producing sufficient potatoes and clover “to feed every animal on my farm except my negroes.” 

JESUS

TWO Maximilien Robespierre came on swinging  the leader of the French radicals who claimed his group was motivated by virtue 

         "If the basis of popular government in peacetime is virtue, the basis of popular government during a revolution is both virtue and terror; virtue, without terror is baneful; terror, without which virtue is powerless. Terror is nothing more than speedy, severe and inflexible justice; it is thus an emanation of virtue.”

he blew his cookies

FUCKED UP 

             Whawere they thinking

he could imagine wry grins on their faces  perhaps they conspired to sicken some one twohunred years later

no small feat

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