couldnt have missed it if he tried

smackdab in the middle of the livingroom

she was in a white box tied up with red ribbon

                                                 a sizable box a cube with a lid threefeet 91.44 centimeters he had a thing for metrics  he had a thing for her 96 60 96  a notch above classic

                                                                                but only after he got her out of the box

she didnt pack herself into it

she neatly cut the wood floor between joists they had a trapdoor now and stood on a 182.88 centimeter step ladder on the basement floor

when he untied the box and opened it she was haloed in white light thrown up by portable carpenter spotlights 

grrl had everything going on 

he dug her black lacy lingerie

he smiled

           Aint my birthday

No.  I thought I’d surprise you.

Im surprised

             he kneltkissed her fondled her played with her tits plenty more got her out of her bra kissed her feverishly

laughing she threw her head back  I got something else you can get me out of.

Ohshityes

           I gotta get you out of the box

she laughed harder

                     I was thinking my panties.

Happy one of us is thinking

he helped her up and out out of her panties tossed her on the rocking loveseat and made love to her

 

when people stoppedvisited  they noticed the trapdoor in the livingroom floor

they laughedhe said

                      Not really she trapped me long before that

visitors were perplexed

they didnt say

early AMish,  Thursday,  23  9. 21

1126,  Reggae Friday,  24  9. 21

Fireflies  She’s My Witch  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWbm44AYoEk

The Flamingoes  I Only Have Eyes for You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvzNeh4Mq1o

 

the bitch has returned

might be corrupting him

                          he wrote dnuof instead of found yesterday he wrote halfway instead of always

he was keeping his eyeballs peeled

                                      thinking that this might be the beginning of something whether bitched  or that he was slippingsome kind of disconnect between his brain and fingershand/eye coordination or some disconnected automatic writing that Dadaists or Surrealists would stroke their dicks to . . yesYES  yes  . . some were females theyd stroke their clits  alas both sexes with their fingers in the pie PEACH PIEthere he was making himself feel better stroking hands poking fingers PEACHes smeared he licked his fingers

                                                                 he didnt wash his facedidnt scrub his moustache he could tongue it revive the taste in his mouth shiver his cock with slickslippery remembrances

                                                                                           SEX was probably the very first file bulging file he fingered among his abundantoverflowing memories the second and third bulging  religion politickles

he hit the floor running when he met new people courtesy suggests one does not discuss any of the three in genial settings but he preferred striking the iron while it was hot he threw cautions to the wind it was a fine sieve like panning for gold what few friends he had had run what they called his gauntlet

                                                                                     which was rich  it wasnt a gauntlet

it was time-savings he had finite time and preferred it be well spent 

no brainer

yup . . from here on out . eyeballs peeled

                                           he liked to play

                  

1155,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  22  9. 21

1029,  Reggae Friday,  24  9. 21

Ram & Sel  Screw You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOKICetkjd8

 

he thoughthe was a thoughtful kind of guy   You think too much. his daughters told him   Aw Im mindful   You’re anal.   Im detailed

                    that shut them up  they knew him to be detailed to a fault  woe to the merchant present or over-the-telephone who tried to cross him  is dotted ts crossed his argument virtually scripted

                                                                                         You should have been an attorney, Dad.

he explained that the law confined lawyers  he preferred to be a freethinker 

                                                                                  a freetinker

 

he thoughthaving written on one side of a napkin itd be rude not to traipse across its other side  paper has two faces like many people  itd be ridiculous to scribble on one side and not the other

the napkin apparently agreed with him

it relaxed so much that where it had been folded since manufacturing its folds came out 

unfolded  flat  it allowed him to print easily and have to match its edges to refold it when he finished

hed written love letters on napkins

                                          thats what he wrote on the napkins second side  an airline napkin that otherwise would have been thrown away

9PM CST,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  15  9. 21

1509,  Thursday,  23  9. 21

Unloved  La La La  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuGMtU3MIZw