Whellshit 

             he was finallyat longlast comfortably numb  which hed sought

                                                                                 plying himself with an edible whisky brew he was a hero propelled on fumes suspended on ropes of sarcastic humour  which were nothing more than a belief in himself 

         he wasnt a betting man

though hed bet on himself why wouldnt he

 

to his disappointment he learned that many wouldnt

                                                            were where rubber meets the road   were reality

russianroulette wasnt a gamble

                                   sensing a chambered round he could make it move disappear  or misfire sitting tight nonplussed in a headyhaze  tangyresidue

he didnt cheatNo he didnt believe he wouldnt say BuhbyeExit on a whim of chance

                                                                                             his dispossessionTHE END would have to come Declared  fight tooth an nail 

                                                      an for that hed extract a pound of flesh  a lbanahalf

a lb an a half judiciously juicily  Wipe your chin ya got a little something hanging off it

it wasnt a little something rather a lot of something composing him which hed stake his life on

Whawoudya stake your life on?

                                  thats a good thing to know  in advance

2157,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  1  6. 22

PinkFloyd  Comfortably Numb  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FrOQC-zEog

Bowie  Heroes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXgkuM2NhYI 

Phil Collins  In the Air Tonight  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_Xs8nzrrkM

You know the seven deadly sins, of course?

Howd we get here  Something I say sound like a sin 

I thought for change of pace you often come off the wall out of nowhere . . . my turn.

Dig the segue cool

                      I know of them    Theres seven

Seven.  I meant them individually. her eyes openedwidened eversoslightly which struck him not as a statement but rather another question

Arya interrogating me

No. eyes went wider 

                          Well . . maybe.

I don think mebbe  he went oneeighty on her cinching his eyes a mite  I thinkyah yare

What are you doing with your eyes?

Whas with your eyes

Am I . .

. . You are

             A tell

Dammit . . thought I was getting better at that.

Naw notsomuch

                 So admit it so I don have to shut my eyes

My intent wasn’t to . . I don’t think, not really . to interrogate you . . 

. . Ya got religion on me you were a child churchgoer 

                                                         One comes to mind because its so prevalent I read of it witness it every day Greed were greedy muthafuckers I only include myself were  because while I am not greedy I am human a faulty human a man which also means at some level a wallowing pig   I have my moments

                                                                                                   Greed

That’s one . .

. . Yare up yare on

Pride.

Ditto Every day

Your turn . .

. . Got nothing

Envy.

Yes

Lust.

Yare doin better than I thought

Wrath.

Ohshityes  Got to have wrath  got milk got wrath  Goes wellcompliments when one is denied pride envy lust

Oh . . yes . I can imagine that’s true.

Wrath is pissed off though I can understand pissed off wouldnt make the cut too vulgar not religious enough 

                                                                                                                    And 

Let me think . .

Between us we have five

now her eyes narrowed

                         Wanna give me a break . .

. . Meant it as a compliment  My greeds to the seventh power

Ah . . sloth.

SLOTH not every day ya hear people speak of sloth Commendable   Right on 

                                                                                       An the cherry topper

The cherry . . . the cherry . the cherry . .

. . Gimme the cherryIve no idea Ill be no help

It’s . . .

Yare killin me . .

. . I’m killing me . .

THERE.  That's it . gluttony.

Never would have got it

                            Amazing  Committed to memory

More like drummed into memory.

Religious memory

Yes . . you could say.

I just did 

           he smiled Your eyes have returned to normal  I like your eyes normal

1817,  Thursday,  5  5. 22

1225,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  1  6. 22