he telephoned 

                Awcome on, man, you don’t have to write this morning. Come over. I’ll make us a muleskinner breakfast, coffee, have a toke, go outside, gibberjabber, take a swim, we’ll chill, my treat.

Generous as always thank you I appreciate the offer but no thanks

                                                                         

Because you’re writing.

Yes

Anwhy do you write?   

Because    I can  Not 

                         Follow

You can . . Not.

Yescorrect

            Know Rachel Ingalls  I know thas a long shot

It's long and gone.   I’ve no idea.

American Expatriate Lived in England after ’65 Wrote Mrs Caliban 

                                                                       Up on your Shakespeare 

Wouldya stop.

Sorry Caliban Character in The Tempest a favourite play of mine Her Mrs Caliban is a lonely woman who finds companionship with a amphibious monster Larry  A genuinely fascinating nouvelle Very Creature of the Black Lagoon ’54 preceding her ’82 Larry an Shape of Water ‘17     

shaking his head  looked weary  Nouvelle . . Christ. Where you come up with this stuff?not my cup of tea, not interested . .

. . Thas fair

Right fair. No.  I’ve no idea.

Fine Doesnt matter Ingalls was quoted I write because it is a compulsion  A compulsive

                                                                                                   I am not

However  I can  Not   Its my routine  Like breathing  An unconsciousconscious act or consciousunconscious

I appreciate your offer  Can I take you up on things later this afternoon

Coffee. Boo.

              Yeah. Later. Hunkering down, playing with my whims in the meantime.

Cool then  Later

0838,  day-between-2-Ts,  16  8. 23

1558,  Saturday,  9.  9. 23

Creature from the Black Lagoon  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7uIsGCXojw

The Shape of Water  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFYWazblaUA

I’ve been thinking about it, so I’ll probably have you at a disadvantage . .

. . An advantage is a terrible thing to waste 

   he looked confusedperplexed That’s a crazy thing to say.

Not really Im trying to sap delimit your advantage

                                                     Position myself at a better stead

Stead.  How?you’ve no idea what I’m going to say.

Playing the odds you might forget what it was you were going to say

                                                                         As you know not improbable 

Would you shut up?

Woudyasay

I will, you frustrate the hell out of . .

. . Me   You he could see his face beginning to purple  Foreplays unnecessary say it before you forget You forget all this will have been for naught

                             Naughtynaughty 

You’re always with a joke. 

I try  I enjoy a good laugh

                            Im encouraged by your tendency to forgetto be distracted Mythic Sosay woudya  I wanna hear

Thank you . .

. . Youre welcome  Say

the purpling was subsiding I was thinking  he pausedwas sure an interruption was forthcoming   nada  I was thinking . . . what is a miracle?

Its the cessation of a physical law

dumbfounded

Example  Returning from the dead

reeling Cessation of a physical law, that’s good, I didn’t think of that.   How did you come up with that?

You asked

he shifted his feetaugmented his posture stepped with his rightstood feet shoulderwidth apart 

You asked

I did . . surprised me how quickly you responded.

Id made ya anxious I owned yatha

Were you trying to make me forget?

I don have to try ya do it all on your ownsuddenly looking over my shoulder as it hightails off into distance running zigzag harder to hit 

                     Leaving you in its dust You tryin to gather it assemble perhaps  wha it was

I owed ya

You surprised me.

Thank you

No.

     You surprise me all the time I should have expected it.

Howbout this

You gonna makeup a story?a feeble attempt to interruptconfuse him

I was ya interested

I might be.

If disinterested stop me

                         Seat of the soulwherever it might be . .

. . You don’t believe in soul . .

. . Its a fictional story

   Oh.

Soul gives the dice they were handed a roll again  Crapsout Their chips disappear under the groupiers big mitt They wonder if soul wanted to have a Go again

Soul was ahead

The stickman says roughly Decide, we haven’t all day.

Souls thinking

               The boxman a woman begins tapping a redlacquered fingernail on her obviouslyexpensive watch  a sapphire crystal

Three dealers behind her are amused

None of them are aware who soul is

Soul peeved picksup the bones pushes a generous portion of their chips forward tosses a seven then hits a string of sevens

House has to shut soul downrefuses to let them play

                                                        Souls game was too miraculous to let continue

Who knew soul played Craps

   Cessation of physical laws

                                    Fantasyfiction fancy tha 

      

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1126,  Saturday,  9  9. 23