he baarely caught it

he was prone to his eyes and ears playing tricks on him his senses had too much fun at his expense

                                                                                                           Come on ya kiddin me

they tried to stuff their giggles behind their handsholding them over their mouths   real funnyfunny fuckers

Ya messin with me

acting like children occasional snorts erupting

Before I say anything

                         Did I hear him correctly

Whadaya think?

I aint thinking thats why Im asking

Ain’t saying.

Hanging me out to dry

Maybe.  Maybe not.

                      Ask.

his senses loved it when they made an ass out of him

                                                         fortunately he didnt have an ego to bruise   Im asking

Certainly you are. We’ll be paying attention.SNORT

Funny

We’re a riot.

 

he halfturned

               Sorry, your voice trailed off at the end of wha ya were saying Don think I heard ya right

What was I saying?

Christ ya don listenremember wha ya were saying

Sometimes I lose my train of thought. 

In the next instant

Sometimes.  A lot of stuff runs through my head.

Stuff  Stuffed   Thas accurate

                                 Not much of a train man

Can’t help it.

              What did you think you heard? If you say maybe I can gather loose ends and tell you what I . . . may . have said.

Yah

Here he goes! his senses chimed

Fuckin guys

              Damn right Im going

We won’t be able to catch you.

Thawas never part of the calculation

Then shaddup already an ask.

I am

he cleared his throatSomething bout . ridiculous . . ya cum quarts

I cum quarts?

Thas wha I saidthought I heard ya say

                                            Is tha wha ya said or no 

No. Definitely not.

Whadya say

               Im tryin hard not to go off on some crazy tangent anya know I can run a mile before I catchup with myself

Yes, I know, and I never catch up . . association . .

. . Ya gonna play your association gambit

I am.

It doesnt work regularly

No.  It doesn’t.

                    You thought you heard cum quarts.  Cum.  Quarts.     Cum.     Quarts.  Cumquarts.HA  Got it!

Yawanna give it to me

OHyes, you . . I said kumquats, was talking about kumquats, something about them . . . what I don’t remember, but kumquats . . . I’m sure.  he rolled his eyes

his senses squealed

Havin fun boys

You’re a scream!

Im a scream

             Fuck me  He cant remember wha he was talkinbout  Kumquats    I like my cum quarts better

Cum quarts cum quarts cum quarts

                                 he could imagine them holding hands in a big circle an dancing round an round an round his terribly gay humoured senses

they did keep him on his toes

had to give them that

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Awright! Who deserves a beater?

even as the eldest child he pulled back  reticent

                                                  he needed to hear his mother ask again to assure himself he heard her correctly   he didnt want a beating  he crossed his parents often so no sense taking a spanking for nothing though theyd say if he was spanked incorrectly itd work out for the times he should have gotten one but didnt

he was pretty fucking sure his accrued interest would carry into adulthood

Who deserves a beater?

vanilla poppyseed cake

Oh shit yes

           I do he raised his hand they were standing in the kitchen around the eight chair wood table he had no idea why he raised his hand like at school desperate to be recognised when he knew the answer  then he learned he could act like he did raise his hand and the teacher wouldnt call his bluff

during parent – teacher conferences his teachers remarked how enthusiastic he was to participate during class time

OHyah me

           he got a beater

his sister got the other

his brother a year younger got the spatula

his little brother got the bowl that he kneeled on a chair at the table and went after with his fingers

the whole while he licked the beater tentatively at first he imagined his tongue caught between them as they spun

Freaked him out his tongue laceratedblood flung everywhere or tore out of his head by its roots

wasnt until he had licked one spoke cleansavored the sweet vanilla batter and seeds that the image subsided quit

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