. . . Yagetit yagetit cracking himself up the three syllables split apart under his torrent of laughter

bro sighedrolled his eyes

                           he was always a few steps behindcouldnt keep up

which was alright

often he couldnt keepup with himself

like trying to walkup a landslide an avalanche

                                                  yet

despite the backwards descentthe swift disarray

he could still see the apex endgame

itd just take him a little longer to get there

I didn’t hear you.

wiping tears from his eyes

                             Do you understand  You don hear me a lot

A curious excuse

sighing and rolling  It’s not an excuse.

Context

          I framed wha I said in the context of our conversation so  unless you didnt hear the last five minutes of it its an excuse

Nobody likes explaining jokes

There was a joke?

My first inclination is to say yes youre the joke  but thawoud be unkind

                                                                           Second I refuse to believe youre so dense it didnt penetrate he chuckled

defensively harsh That’s not funny.

Ah he noddedhumoured more so  You did hear me

                                                    But as always  uncomfortable with the subject which you must understand is why I return to it as often as I do Like picking a scab But yaknow no matter how picked a scab is it eventually heals it scars becomes callused  desensitises

                                                              Somehow you capably defy that Id say its deepseated an Id say thas not good

bro looked like he was going to blow

                                      he growled Ever think you might be a faggot?

No

      You think you might be

Fuckyou.

Brother if I coud I woud I think Im a tasty piece of ass  No complaint has ever been lodged against me

                                                                                                            Too exhausted  Too breathless

But this is about you

Your terrible aversion

Despite insisting faggots homos gays   They don bother you

he clasped his arms tightly across his chest the fetal position when one cant lay down

                                                                                       You don’t shaddup up I’m gone.

Im gone its your place

                        I aint shaddingup

   measured Then you need to leave.

Lemme know when you return to earth  Appreciate the cup of Joe

 

he had walked 

it was a lovely sunlit blue sky day

it still was

      he chuckled said to himself

                                     That was funny

he had said Gays get more ass than heterosexuals  Yagetit . . .

1430ish,  2sday,  5  12. 23

1020,  Saturday,  9  12. 23