she was ASTONISHEDgiggled 

                                Did you just fart? it was clear despite asking around her toothbrush

You needed toothpaste

they stood side by side framed in the bathroom mirror above the sink 

                                                                         he relished their intimacy

You did didn’t you?

he wasnt embarrassed bodily functions functioneddidnt ask permission 

                                                                              Tooothpaste

You have yours an I was trying to get the last for me

I’d have thrown it away a couple days agocan’t believe you’re able to express mo . .

. . Waste not want not

he pinched the foot of the tubeused the sink lip as an edge and pressing hard with his hand dragged the tube back towards him virtually scraping the paste inside up to its neckthe opening 

                                                                             he got hers 

now getting his pinching hard pressing ever harderleaning on one arm dragging the tube scraping it empty the exertion made him fart 

                but he did get his 

he screwed the cap back on it tossed it into the turquoise tin pail they used as a wastebasket

   Waste not, want not . . you fartedyes.

Yes I farted 

              Wasnt like I shit in my pants baby

she giggled 

           meeting her eyes in the mirror as he went to begin brushing his teeth she burst out laughing toothpastedsaliva sprayed the mirror

he stepped back while she continued losing her shit

when the bout exhausted itself he looked through the speckles at her she had tears in her eyes

                                                                                                     You spatter the mirror

You farted you made me.

1211 or 0011,  Thursday,  8  12. 22

1441,  Thursday

Christina Vantzou  Glissando for Bodies and Machines in Space  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXgh0thgsm4

Not something you see every day he thought 

                                              he thought it because he didnt actually see itimagined it

because it humoured him

he was easily humoured 

anhe had cats 

                 his were characters  they were What’s this? What’s this? aaand What’s this?  as curious as he

their bond

and they didnt bark

 

they were notoriously quietlike children

                                         when you dont hear them you know theyre up to no good

he paused the programme he was watching on the computer and got up from his desk

                                                                                           he listened for clues

he wanted to catch them redhanded 

in the bathroom

                 virtually across the hall 

he sneaked that they didnt hear him indicated the thrall they were contending ninjastepping into the hallthen to the bathroom doorwaycaught three of the four 

                                  Q-Tips were scattered everywhere 

when he used them last evidently he left the top off the wicker container hes kept them in since 1970acquiring it at Salvation Army 

he liked woven things  knitted  blankets sweaters  had more baskets than necessaryvirtually all decorative  as what they heldif they did wasnt evident unless he helped himself to them  looked inside  

it was unlikely any one of the three finessed its top off as no cat he ever had had

                                                                                     Nah  he was responsible

   standing at the threshold his imagination warbledflopped suddenly bomberstanding inside the sink began juggling threefour Q-Tips shy on the floor under the window stood on her hind legs one in her clutches acting a conductor  smiling enjoying her orchestra leftie was inside the catbox at the foot of the pedestal sinkoblivious scattering litter as she chased Q-Tips around which bound end on cotton end trying to elude her

he leaned gleeful against the doorjamb

              

he took it in until his eyes yelped 

                                  Ohshit he’s watchingSTOP!

1209 or 0009,  Thursday,  8  12. 22

1334,  Thursday

Oh Tom Tom   piece of shit Tom Cotton 

                                          his blather concludes . . . detain Americans and Democrats will agree to set your worst killers free. 

                   referring to the swap of Griner for Bout

Bout was convicted of conspiring to sell millions of dollars of arms in Columbia to FARC (Fuerzas Armadas Revolucionarias de Colombia) to be used to kill Americans 

   Americans killed by those weapons were not cited or evidenced

Tom Cotton supports NRA and NRA supports Cotton

                                                       seems terribly similar to him of conspiring to sell arms to Americans who are killing Americans 

                             but thats him

1556,  Thursday,  8  12. 22

https://www.cotton.senate.gov/news/press-releases/cotton-statement-on-brittney-griner-prisoner-swap

https://arktimes.com/arkansas-blog/2021/11/03/nra-used-shell-companies-to-fund-tom-cotton-and-others-lawsuit-says 

https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/international-arms-dealer-viktor-bout-convicted-new-york-terrorism-crimes

Senior living assistance made him think 

    some might consider him a senior

he saw an advertisement A Place for Mom

facilitates placing parents for long-term care  

Googled A Place for Dad  Yes also found A Place for Mom and Dad

scratched his head 

                      thought warehouse verb 

which prompted him to Google Warehouse for Your Parents A Warehouse for Mom and Dad

evidently too frank

 

Werent places for Mom and Dad with their children

   Or he thought arent there affordable humane exit strategies that allow Mom and Dad – it was usually Dad – to depart without having some useful idiot to cleanup the fuss and muss brain and blood  skull fragments 

something similar to what Arthur Koestler and his wife Cynthia ingested 

                                                                              A Guide to Self Deliverance

he thought Better than lining businesses pockets 

                                                           but he was a lousy consumer                               

1622,  Monday,  5  12. 22

1217,  Thursday,  8  12. 22

https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/lifestyle/1983/03/12/the-koestler-suicide-pact/0e322224-2438-4b89-8e10-34564a557d67/

2334numbers ‘gain   Wednesday – Pearl Harbor7  12. 22

   

hes sure its occurred to many that Georgias runoff between Rev Warnock and jock Walker was nothing more than revisitingassimilating fantasizing infantilizing the antebellum South when Mastahs pitted their great black bucks against each other a thing  Battle Royale   black men slaves without recourse coerced into pounding each other into submission

until one emerged  for game   an profit

Caroline Randall Williams  https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2022/12/herschel-walker-georgia-black-americans/672373/ 

Springsteen  I’m On Fire  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLtGTwIxZZs