29.5.21


Whawas the best thing about the Blood Moon eclipse

You mean . . the Super Moon, you know why . .
. . I do . .
. . It’s because the moon nearly coincides with perigee, opposite apogee, when the Moon is closest to the Earth in its elliptic orbit.


Thought your head was gonna pop for lack of oxygen

My fault, I didn’t inhale before I began talking.

Ya gotta think that Suppose yanever played a brass or woodwind instrumenthuh

Huh?
     he blinkedrapidly  he was a notorious blinker  his familybecause it happened so frequently thought when he was little that it might be a tickpossibly a tick suggesting an underlying psychosomatic malady
                                                                                               had he been around when Blinky was a boy he would have stood in his cornerbacked him tried to avert such familial concerns 
                                                                                                          Hes too mental to be psychotic
     You did mean to say . . the Super Flower Blood Full Moon?

Staccato Areya sure ya never played an instrument 


I am sure. blink

Too bad Would have been preferable to listen to rather than yer yappin
Hey . .
. . Im teasin kinda

Hey!

Heyhell 
        Your favorite thing about the eclipse

How dark it got.

Yah Ya noticed how the stars were Finally the Big Lights out We get to shine They glittered like diamonds Anwatchin them growing brighter and brighter I thought of youwhere ya were ya could have reeled off the constellations to me  I would have been able to see them better  They were poppingI mean really POPPING 

Unlike me  ya didnt have to leave anyone in bed   Or maybe ya left Allie . .
. . Stop it!

Ya interrupted me

Quiet!

Allie  Allie McSqueal . . 
. . Shaddup . .
. . The insatiable infatigable inflatable . .
. . SHADDUP

Oookay My apologeez I git it 
                                Too close to home
Jesus Christ.
They make a Jesus Christ sex doll toohave a cum to Jesus moment Amenbro bout fuckin time


Helloooo

Can you talk sense? You’re always going off, traipsing around, sounding nuts.

That doesnt sound nutsthat sounds money Im the idea guy its a brilliant idea Or a swinging both ways Jesus Christ doll  Take a knee brother

Can you  shut    up?

 

Thank you . . 
. . Allie . .
. . Hey! . .
. . Jesus as the Spanish say

 

You done?

I think I am

What were we talking about?

Im aint sayin
              Ya cut me short repeatedly  annow apparently shortcircuited yourself 

What were we talking about . . ?


Yaknow there ought to be an enema that improves memorycomes with applicators of varying girths and lengths

Im the idea guy


 

the origin of their rousing conversation had been that Blinky was moved when he mentioned to him that the stars dug not having to competing with the full moon and shone like prehistoric bleachedwhite bones bared in some hiddensecluded cove and finally could be seen by anyone in the Western United States who cared to look
but most were asleep  uninterested in celestial bodies 

Elle Macpherson

1444,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  26  5. 21
1634,  Thursday,  27  5. 21

 

Youyou there, STOP! Get in line.

Im not going where yare going  Aint my line

Line it up! I could give a rat’s ass where you think you’re going; get in line! 
                                                                              the cop moved violently towards himthe State moved violently towards him 

like his old man told him 
                          When a fight’s imminent, throw the first punch; you don’t know, boy, how many fights are one punch fights.

Awright old man 
               he hoped it played out to his advantageplayed out the way his old man taught him

he was a big cop

he wasnt afraid of nothing

he certainly wasnt afraid of him as he cowardedcrouched as he made himself small 

the cop thought he was trying to slink away
YOU!
    he reached down to pluck a shrinking violet but it lurched out at him like a panther a vicious left to the throat CONTACTCHOKE a right raking his eyes with dirty fingernails 
                                                               he was halfsurprised he didnt come away with an eyeball 

dollars to doughnuts the cop couldnt describe him to a sketch artist 
                                                                       likely he could better bragdescribe himselfseen himself preen in plenty of mirror an enraged enforcer   a Blue Lives master 


couldnt wait for the comicbook to come out 
                                             a blackenedblinded in one eye Avenger howling hed get his I’M GONNA GET MINE!


he didnt know wha his was 

a violated person doesnt forget the face that hurt them

a violator doesnt remember 
                           just a number somebody   one of many

but a one of many motherfuckers one-upped him

No, I don’t remember, I don't remember; so instead I’ll hurt others. They can pay for his sin.

 


his old man didnt tell him wha he was supposed to do with that

2139,  Thursday,  27  5. 21