there is a single distinct pleasure 

                                       when he drops his eye on a piece of paper his scribbled ideas frontnback an realises hes used them allhas taken their crude  disparate imaginings   an forgedrefined them lavished them with dialogue that propels them into existence 

anwho wha woudnt want to exist 

want To be 

   stuffed away clasped not realnot really until read an painting or distressing   minds

he used to keep the notes 

evidence he thought 

                      like the sexlove tha creates a child

but a child says it all

   he has two

                hes also had sex thats produced thousands of pieces

the experience doesnt matter not the positionwho dominated who 

   date day time religiously recorded 

                                       their births pregnancies   all undetermined until hes peels them from the page then they are vivifiedanimated by his attention  fingers

1514,  Sunday,  12  3. 23

pulled the body from a cairn an vitalise it

Where do you come up with this shit?

   Its not shit  naturally occurs to me The dearth you suffercompared to me if tha didnt happen if I quit dreaming  Id question the quality of my life going forward 

Their departure woud be tantamount to me shot into space disconnected silence  suspended in Void

Has it ever occurred to you you exist in a selective void 

                                                         Orrather  thinking more   Avoid

You fail to entertain an are you prefer  being entertained

Haha ahyes  an as yasay  You don wanna work tha hard 

                                                               he pitched that smarted 

You have a lot of nerve. 

None at all

            Frankly just calling ballsnstrikes youll note the sports analogy  as you prefer

combative You don’t know what you’re talking about.

   I don  Enlighten me 

                        Give me a solitary example of something similar to wha I just shared with you anya shit on

What?

Wha  Wha I just said

                       Donfuckin tell me I don remember The little yellow flower  Outside       

That?

Yahtha  exactly tha 

                     Sumptin similar out of your mouthGo 

You know I can’t, I don’t think like you.

Imagination isnt thinking It exists like fireballs streaking the sky striking a match  trippin an fallin on your face

   Arya truly devoid of imagination  Avoid it wrap yourself in wha science dictatesreason  dicktates  thas spelled

D I C K T A T E S  Dick  As in being a dick

You think offending me . .

. . Offending you NO

                      Ballsnstrikes baby You take offense I doubt it rather yare tryin to worm your way out of this without capitulatingwithout  acknowledging your avoid no space between the A and V  

Lemme say this  anya know how much I dislike it It is wha it is yare wha ya are I apologise tha yare bereft of imagination 

              Ground Control to Major Tom sitting in a tincan

he had come in from urinating outdoorshad urinated on a small yellow flower an as he did he imagined it in a shower singing gargling water  anthropomorphised it humoured himself 

                                                                      he didnt take any offence

had his share of golden showers

hed bet a million dollars his buddy hadnt 

   an he wasnt a betting man

1748,  Sunday  19  2. 23

1338,  Sunday,  12  3. 23

David Bowie  Space Oddity  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYYRH4apXDo

Little River Band 

                       notno to knock them  but Ladyreally    She made me think of things I never thought of neverthought  on their own

                                not to be confused withGawd please  Styxs Lady    You gave me all the love that I needed

Little River baffled him  incredulous

all the teenagerswomen hed been withhad loved were a joyous pheromonic phosphorescent taffy pull turned them inside out pulled them apart streeetched them long bunched them in ballstossed them licked his sticky fingers sucked out their bits stuck under his fingernails  he felt pinched tweaked sucked  didnt overlookmiss one crook or cranny 

   . . . I never thought of . . .  compared with  . . . all the love I needed . . .

maybe Little was ultimately descriptive

                                           little ardour 

women obsessed him

   a dog knows wha to do with a bone  a cat with a knitball of yarn

1451,  Sunday,  19  2. 23

1139,  Sunday DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME after the fact,  12  3. 23

Lady  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DaQuwC7NlY 

Styxs Lady  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QumxOQganfo