he had to push to one side or the other or remove 4X6 photosnaps in order to get to the books on his studio bookshelf  his three-volume set of Mark Twains autobiography Umberto Eco David Foster Wallaces Infinite Jest considered his magnum opus 

                                     which stood happily beside Berkeley Breatheds Bloom Countys Opus the Penguin

Anwhynot

            if he was literature or a comicbook or porn hed be happy and righteous standing besideabreast his leafy page-numbered brethren and soulmates

he wanted to get at Consider the Lobster but recognised he had to wash his handshis fingernails to remove any scabparticles or moist blood from picking them  Lobster was a first edition

Would you quit picking.

Would you leave me alone

You keep picking at your scabs, you’ll scar.

Do you think I care  My skins smooth scabs are like scales like Im a lizard a snake a fish besides I like the small pain from picking them 

                   theyll help me manage larger pains I know are coming down the pike  Im mighty careless throw my body around

Are you admitting something? 

                               You’re upsetting me.

Maw I think being an athlete requires a prescribed sense of masochism obviously a sense of sadism inflicting what pain you can on an opponent 

                          See wholl back down  So plucking scabs is an satisfying appetizer  a prelim to bigger better things

Better? How better? 

If I get the better of them

        

2337,  Reggae Friday,  25  6. 21

https://www.npr.org/2015/10/12/447117474/bloom-county-and-opus-the-penguin-return-after-a-25-year-hiatus 

Steam Down feat. Afronaut Zu – Etcetera  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL6mMhkkyL4 

she looked at himgave him the stink eye

                                           next up he thought she was going to tell him to go fly a kite 

Wha yawant I should sleep in the bed Ive made 

                                                  snake the words out of her mouth

that would irritate her 

                        she always had words to sparewords left over  anif given hafachance shed spew them so ya couldnt walk away for fear of steppingslipping on them  anit wasnt like ya could sit on a stoop or a street curb and scrape them off easily with a stick 

he always felt bad for the green sticks he cut off bushes or trees with his jackknife because he killed the stick  but he needed something stiff and supple at once to get into the tight places he needed scrubbedcleaned away 

                                                                                                             words  if aged wrung of their essence  smelled as bad as dogshit 

Wha

her eye hung on him

blatantly he checked his fly to make sure it wasnt open 

                                                          Would you stop? I’m your mother. 

Donhang onto that as some kind of lucky charm Maw  donwork on me  your other kids maybebut not me 

Whas on your mind

You’re very rude, you know that?

Ah  I learned from the best 

                             Its uncomfortable to be on the receiving end isnt it

her eye grew larger 

                         then  I was talking with your aunt he had eleven an she rarely said who without being squeezed  as far as he was concerned she might as well have said someone they said

My aunt She thinks whaya think or did she need to be convincedsee the error of her ways

Goodness, you’re a pain in the ass this evening.

Nah nah  Im tired Im not innarested in a tete-a-tete tonight

Well, if I’m brief, may I bounce something off you?

Bounce yamay Bounce an brief almost rhyme  Yes briefly

Briefly.

Then please bounce

Your aunt said Once we know something, we can’t unknow it . . what do you think of that?

I followI appreciate her premise however  I would refute her

Refute her? How? Once you know you can’t unknow. 

Maw, we forget much of what we learn

0048,  Monday,  21 6. 21

1026,  Saturday,  26  6. 21

Vibration Black Finger  Sawalha  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dkleepl-w8I