grasshopper
wasnt playingreviving Kung Fu in his
head he walkedup on one it held its ground
Really
A patienceor foolish
grasshopper
Kwai
Chang Caine referred
to as Caine throughout the series played by David Carradine
situated in the Wild Wild West Carradine
ought to have paid attention to his characters Master Poe who
taught Patience grasshopper
had he he woud
have pickedup some pointerslife lessons fiction is fashioned from life
might have saved Carradine
from his laterlife reallife Bangkok Thailand autoerotic asphyxiation playing the Gasper playing Solitaire
he hadnt caught a grasshopper
since he was a boy
saw himher on the sidewalk ahead
didnt look like shehe was going to
budge
he closed to within seven metres
little critter threw down a gauntlet
Youre on feistypants
entered stealthmode
slipped
the canvasbag sling quietly set it on the grass to his left
bugger shuddered
then turned their back
to him
didnt care for cocksure insects
crouching painstakingly he closed
hurt his knees
turned that off
the gauntlet flickering mirrorballshiny consumed him was blinded by the light
bugger held their ground
he went to a kneeleaned on a hand
bug held
cupped his hand
lunged
it launched
into his palmTRAPPEDslidscooped his other hand underclasped
them togetherrolled onto his hipGOTCHA
was pleased
was definitely writing homebout this
he cracked his fingers just enough
to let some light enter
peering in between his top hands thumb and indexfinger
stoic little bastard
peered back
Yahyah yaknow Yaknow Im not doin you no harm
he openedtook his hand away
had conquered his quarry
it sat complacent in his palm like at church devoutly listening to
sermon
he shook his hand eversoslightly
evidently a really good fucking sermon
shook it a bit more
aggressively
it shimmiedcould feel the minute spines
on its legs on his palmpluck at his palmar flexion creases his since he was 12weeks in the womb that allowed his skin to fold without
bunchingup making it difficult to grabhold
onto things then
coudswear he hear it hawk
the grasshopper spat chewintobaccy
an leapt a hell of a leap cleared the concrete touched down on the grasslaunched
again left him in its dust
he stoodup
his knees bellyachedShaddup
bouncing a couple of times on
his toes looseningup his legs relieving their tension a middlingdiscomfort he strolled back to his canvasbag
reached for itStop
wiped the tobaccy from his palm in
the grass
no matter he was still writin homebout catchin a
grasshopper
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