he had every intentionthe best of intentions to go to bed and masturbate

a coterie waited his conquests if he were sexist but he had been conquered too some of his funnest times  all lined up an waiting

         but as he flipped the 3Dpages of his memory like a jampacked girlie magazine he became indecisive  Ooh the choices then he got trippedup in what options appealed to him  anwhile he mused drowsiness set in  overtook him

Drowsy had a lot going for her kind of matronly but not hornrimmed glasses very naughty librarianish  Here, have you read this? It’s wonderful, phenomenal, magical realism . . come . follow me. bit like the spider said to the fly

ensnaring him she asked Perhaps you’d rather sleep? Go to sleep like a good boy? 

she embraced himswaddled him in her warm bosom an arms breathed gently in his face her breath Ah smelled hypnotic  like a chilled dirty martini     

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1106,  Saturday,  15  1. 22

https://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/the-spider-and-the-fly/

the conversation whippedlathered around him

he heardchose to listen hadnt any skin in the game hence no opinion

it became obvious to the others he wasnt participating

                                                         it usually bothered them more than him

sometimes those conversing got suspiciouslike he was a plant like he was going to run back to the people they were talking about and spill the beans

only when they pointed fingers at him were they able to elicit his standard

                                                                              Youre talk isnt that interesting

he couldnt help himselfdid the same at church

                                                if one hasnt anything to say he fervently believed in saying nothing at all somewhat in line with John Cages logic an line I have nothing to say, and I am saying it. ofcourse Cages bit was said with music lucky stiff

called out sagely hed say SE

                              was usually mistaken for Si which he knew taken as an admission if someone looked to be provoked Idiots he didnt speak Spanish  Mexican as his father said   Wha do they speak in Spain Paw   Mexican

                                                                                                                            So you are running back to tell them what we’ve said.

     NO 

         Not si  S E

Not a smart time to be cryptic, Bub.

Never did care for the moniker Bub hed steelyeye the Bubsayer  always more than happy to give someoneanyone the time of the day

They didnt know wha smart was

                                   I believe you think what yare talking about is really something NAH

I believe yare something else Ya follow See  S E    Si

                                                             Fuck  he only confused them

they sputteredsmoked like damp struck Diamond Strike-Anywhere wood matches

he ought to have learned by now

it wasnt that he was a slow study

he was overly fond of peoples asinine gossipthat they didnt know any better  marveled that they had lived this long

Thats something

      No

           Thats something else

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1150,  Saturday,  15  1. 22

he didnt care for his state of mind todayhe wasnt blue  wasnt angry    malaise  that was it

malaise colouredrouged tintedbruised   perhaps cinnabar chili red

so he wanted  to  let   go

                             just let go

grab ahold of something playful

 

something his buddy said last night

                                    after a Blue Dream ediblecoffeebeers before not creamy potato leek soup

it tickled him

maybe they were being ridiculous riffing  he was good at it

he couldnt remember the commentwhat context was that preceded it

buddy said

             Great job bro!

heard him distinctly

                    yet once it entered his earsentered his head WHOA cried his interiors  theyve tried since he was a boy to terrorise himthey were obsessed  he was tickled

                                                    inside his head they flipped the phrase he concurredloved to concur especially with them gave meaning to their lives

                                                   out loud he said NO Great bro job

buddys eyes popped You said wha?

Ya heard me

Great bro job?

Ya heard me

Great bro job.  My . . that certainly . . colors . influences . .

. . Corrupts . .

. . Possibly . . one’s imagination.

Yare welcome to it

Great bro job . . flows . it’s fluid . .

. . Cums

ridiculousness paired with sexual innuendo always made him feel better

malaise shrugged stuck its fist in its jacket pockets turned tail took a couple of steps kicked a stone

                                                                                                         wasnt a good kick

when it reached the stone going to kick it again it whiffed

                                                             it could feel his eyes on its back

                                                                                                 it quitcontinued walking on to its next gig elsewhere

1557,  Thursday,  13  1. 22

1229,  ReggaeFriday,  14  1. 22