he believed that everyone had an
oeuvre
whether they knew it or not
its like when he
was little some wisenheimer a real smartaleck give em a second hed recall
dumpy pale blonde boy
Billy yesGodwin Billy
Godwin nobody picked him to play on
their team for baseball football basketball kickball anymore than Billy wanted to play fourth grade he camewalked up to him and lowering his voice Don’t look now, but your
epidermis is showing. It aint Oh. But it is. he didnt have a clue what his epidermis was
Wheresit showin That’s for you to
find out. Im gonna give you one more
chance Where That’s for . . . Billy didnt finish the sentence because he
punched him in the belly
waiting in the
Principals office for his mother to come the Principal told him that Billy was referring
to his skin The stinkin smart guy Joe. He was correct. He coud have said Mr White he coud have
said
. . . an oeuvre whether they knew it or not
he truly believed that
the collective work of a painter musician writer carpenter cabinetmaker
mechanic
he didnt want to get punched
in the belly
French late Nineteenth Century literally means work
hed say he had an eight hour
oeuvre day
got weird looks for saying so
then one day saying it an idea dart
jabbed in him the brain hour oeuvre
hors d’oeuvre French literally beside outside of work which would refer to the main course or dishes of a meal the tasty appetisers small savory dishes
and then another day while
performing his oeuvre he realise manoeuvred
and outmanoeuvred an opponent acquiring a
valuable project for the company he worked for
oeuvred for
Small fuckin world he muttered
pleasantly to himself
was
very pleased
but little things had always made him happy
evening, Monday,
30 10. 23
1103, day-between-2-Ts, 1 11.
23
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