3.7.22


they didnt kill each other

when he left they were seeking hehoped contrition  divining it in their mighty little vacuum out of doors  

returning it seemed they breathed colourless ether that may have clung to the downwelling from the brightblue whitecloud dappled ether overhead


You two cool

Babette looked up We are, I apologised.

She apologised, said she was having a little fun at my expense.

Ya opened the door Moby

I did.  I did.
             You didn’t bring me a beer.

You didnt say when I asked as I went in

I didn’t hear what you said.

Take mine Ill get another Babette your vodka tonic need replenishing

Maybe a little ice.

Ill be right back


he returned with a fresh bottle of beer icecubes in a plastic cup 
                                                                   Im reading this scifi Walkaway by Doctorow The first chapter describes a party like a rave theyre sipping urine beer 
                                                                 he tapped the neck of his bottle to Mobys Prost  Zum Wohl
Huh?

Babette said Cheers. To your health.

Why would you know that, Joe?

Had family survived the war the camps they made their way to America I understand they overheard guards as they had their beer rations 

I know because my family is German.

Moby nodded to her wordslooked sideways at Joe You did say urine beer?

I did

Piss.

Please I hate that term Now  quickly turn it into an acronym and say wha it means
Probably isnt something safe. Babette said

Whoa

What?

I was thinking Perhaps is something sour

What?

It’s your turn, Moby. 

What?

Acronym Moby
               That was excellent Babette was barely off my lips

Yours was really quick too.

Thank you
           Moby Weve bought all the time we coud Whas the meaning of your acronym


I don’t know.

Slow on the uptake

Shaming me ain’t helping.

Isnt shaming
              Ya have to admit your norm isnt dabbling excelling in wit being clever

And you are?

We areweve already said 
                           But we grew up in the same neck of the woods not the West Coast I believe guile is a Midwest East property  being snappy   last to the table doesnt eat

Eat what?

He’s hopeless.

Not hopeless Hes just not a horse to bet on

You’re doing it again . . making me the butt of your jokes.

No butt The acronym is P I S S
                                   Whadaya got


NothingGoddammit.

No sweat its okay

Correct, you’re the misfortunate product of a lesser God, not your fault.

I wish I said that

I’m quicker than you.

I concede
          One last shot Moby   P I S S

I thought we quit playing.

We didnt say that were tryin to buy ya more timeenable you
                                                                 Yacoudve dug in gained some standing instead you disassociated squandered it

I can’t think.

Clearly.

Babette Im really beginning to think yare a mean stoner

She is.

Moby Don
            Yer out of your league


she didnt kill him when he went inside
                                         he could suppose her intention was torture

1800ish,  ReggaeFriday,  17  6. 22
423preferred,  Sunnyday,  3  7. 22

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