A cunning pensee

    Sez you!

linguist

quick with their tongue

thrusts and parries entertained

in bright daylight or quiet night

tasty cunt, pursed anus

1300,  Sunday,  27  3. 22

Whellshit crept into his brain he saw over the top of his book

                                                                he walkedread up on an old sunfaded blue Buick idling in the parking lot 

the driver an older gentleman sat ramrod straight apparently waiting

Romans 5:8 occurred to him

God helps those who help themselves.

gentleman was certainly helping himself to more than his fair share of gas atmosphere abundant ignorance 

hed rap on his window ask him to kill the car rather than idle whiling away his time

why was he given to this thinkingwhy Romans things from Church still stuck in his crawhis brain

the license plate number

                          6 E J S 4 4 5  smacked of J E S U S code 

                                                                             clever old man

he rapped a knuckle on the driver side window

rosary dangling from the rear mirror trembled

old man kept facing forwardstraight ahead

ignored him

I usually keep to myself  he said into the side of his face  but your conspicuous consumption smells  Yaoughta turn the engine off while waiting 

                         then he kept walking returned to his book essays  James Baldwins Price of the Ticket

he didnt walk 33 feet when the old man revved the Buicks engine

he kept walkingreading

took the book in his left

flipped him off with his right

if the old man came after him he had parked cars to either side

wouldnt rundown a pedestrian today

walkingreading didnt mean he wasnt keenly aware of his surrounding

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1201,  Sunday,  27  3. 22

it irritated himdrove him nuts

                              a buddy could manipulate his dreamscalled lucid dreaming he was always getting laid seducedseducing getting head gobbling pussy after eating her alive hed crack her bones suck her marrow

WHY NOT HIM?                        

Patience I keep telling ya its a process Ive been at it since I was a kid longbefore  foreverbefore I ever heard lucid dreaming

Dreamer related the very first thing he had to have was a journal he was committed to recording his dreams or whatever he remembered of them in COMMITTED Aint that don bother

                                                                 second was preparation whatever trick hed use to enter dreaming it could be sound or scentany comfort that helped him relax his mind helped lull him to sleep into dreams

last a scenario the individual he wished to pursue

hed try

             trying was irritatingfrustrating the hell out of him

Breathe Be patient

    he tried

                  manymany  many nights

he was rewarded with glimpses he wrote them in his journal

glimpses eventually became modest glimmerings promising constructs

 

  then

        Awman, at long last . .

. . STOPsorry gotta interrupt a thing I do whenever I hear or read At long last  bear with me  Joyce  end of Finnegins Wake he closed his eyesrecited A way a lone a last a loved a long then the beginning riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

he thought Dreamer was strange

                                          Okay?

Yes Thank you   Joyce mesmerises me

  Okay.    As I was saying at long last  I finallywell nearly . . actually I think I did . . I got laid in my drea . .

. . Congratulations! Whahappened   Aint like kiss an tell

No, he laughed I suppose it’s not.

                                    but as he told him the dream dissembled crumbled his recall stumbled 

threw him a rope Were you between her legs 

Yes, I’m pretty sure. 

                      Were you thrusting

I was . I think I was

                      Did you feel your orgasm rising

I was real hard but I don’tcan’t say . . that I came. 

                                                      Lets say you did

You think?

            I think when yare sliding into Home Home aint moving

Strange way of looking at it.

                              Yare welcome to whatever analogy ya wish I was just saying saying to comfort him

I think I had sex with her.

                             an admission rarely heard or said he didnt say  Dreamer smiled  he would sayhed say because laughter is the best medicine an he could see his thinking so was diminishing the possibility he dreamed sex fraying

Yaknow wha thawas doncha

he was looking grim features once flushed with elation darkening

What that was?

                No.   What was that?

he chucked him in the shoulder smiled broadly 

he couldnt himself he returned the toothy grin

                                                 What? he chuckled

I think you got a pity fuck  A dreamed pity . .

. . FUCK YOU!

              then he howled  Dreamer joined in

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1034,  Sunday,  27  3. 22