STOPhe glaredhe said abruptly interrupting conversation   You stop

I’m not stopping for a squirrel, you straddle it let be what will be will be.

Speed limits 25 in residential areasThe Law

                                               This quasi-gated community you live in is no different

You can brake You can stop

It’s a squirre . .

. . Yare retired

               Where you have to be or else life will changeutterly as we know it

Ill answer FUCKINNOWHERE

I’m wasting tim . .

. . Whackin you woudnt be a waste of time

   You’re equating me with a squirrel?

Hmmhuh

          Earthling versus earthling  Yare no better

You truly believe that a squirrel and a human being are on par?

A slug an you 

                On par

Yare fuckin ridiculous

Yare okay killin an animal thaholds you up 30seconds in your ohsomeaningful uncompromising life

                                                                                                        Ooops  Entitled oops

Privileged

   When youre able to suck your cock Ill give you a second thought In the meantimeSTOP

3PM preferred, Reggaefriday, 6  10. 23

1837,  Saturday,  7  10. 23

to himself not a hafhour in Aaah shoudnt have come   Mistake

she came up behind himtouched his shoulder

                                               Having a good time?

he turned

seeing  Not having a good time.

I shoudntve let you talk me into comin My mistake

she smiled

           You surprised me when you agreed.

I wanted to see you again  Its been awhile

Aww, you miss me.  she teased

he hafsmiledshook his head I miss you on the dailyhowever you have things to do people to see  Have your approaches been successful

I’m networking.

Advertising

tippingtouching her brow to his Networking.

Sayin it softer doesnt change what it is I understand

You do?

Yes

I watched you go up to threefour groups around the pool.

I tried

May I?

Of course

What’s trying?

I introduced myself Learned their namesIll remember theirs  they wont remember mine . .

. . You don’t know tha . .

. . Care to bet

                Go up to the last group I spoke with on the other side of the hedge seated at the picnic table Say youve forgotten my name had seen me talkin with them coud they help you out save you a wee bit of embarrassment being unablejust now unable to bring it to mind

I’m not going to do that.

Yaoughta Id take you for some change

Really?

Definitely

Nevertheless.  she smileddisarmed him with her dimples she knew what she was doing  

                                                                                               What is trying?

After introducing myself one askedthey always do What do you do?

   Oh shit . .

              her smile broke in the slightiest dimples less deep too much went on in her face at once not to look like something other than it was four cars converging on an intersection at once  hesitating who has the right of way  wha was the right way  

Nice expression baby

she disregarded that 

                       So . . what did you say?

Did

     What are you reading

Yaknow 

         I don think anybody reads anymore

So I mentioned Jungs Red Book Ballards Crash Winslows Winter of Frankie Machine Katznelsons Fear Itself had to mention Graebers Wengrows The Dawn of Everything

I said A few Im currently reading

Still waters

I excused myself to freshen my drink

                                       Might think Im a souse as I downed my whiskey as I walked away Feel a bit naughty guzzling RedBreast

her smile broke out the life rafts Joe, Joe, Joe . .

. . Epizeuxis  tough act watching her smile return as her head had slowly began to shake

                                                                                               Don shake your head baby

Not important

I was humoured

Right. Doesn’t take you but just a little.

Yah I appreciate you bringing mesharing your network  Adore the hosts  RedBreast  Didnt see tha comin

I may have.

Seriously

Yes. They’re very generous.

I sought them immediately after the bartender said it was one of the whiskeys whiskys  poured me threefingers

I liked them

              They didnt ask wha I did

Gratefully

bout3 preferred,  Reggaefriday,  6  10. 23

1353,  Saturday,  7  10. 23

Jesse Ahmann  cellist  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDqJFXaFLzc

. . . squatting on an ottomanWOKEUP

he could have been more gentle with himself

                                                but

it was him afterall

                    anif he couldnt abuse himself then he certainly couldnt abuse others

tit for tat he wished his nickname were Tat for Patric rather than Butch

                                                                           Butch  Really  Where did that come from

he caught his parents at once in the kitchen talking

they looked puzzled

that wasnt encouraging

                         Well  Butch   Whered tha come from

his mother cleared her voicehis father spoke 

                                               When you were born . . you looked like a Butch, a tough cuss no nonsense.

But.  his mother spoke

                         We wouldn’t have that on your birth certificate, Patric.

   An Patric not ending with a K   Not clever

his father laughed 

                    We weren’t trying to be clever. Patric’s was a corner tavern in the old neighbourhood. 

Bucktown.

Yes.

      When no one knew where your grandfather was he could usually be found there, throwing darts, shooting pool, making a few buckskeeping things interesting, nothing serious. Your grandfather was amiable if he was anything.

And decorated

Yes.  Decorated. Respected. Kept his word.

A really good man. his mother said  Like your father.

Apple doesnt fall far from the tree

Or a peach. his father laughed Cuz, Patric, you’re a real peach.  he laughed more heartilyhis mother joining in a real couple of characters

 

squatting on an ottoman was hissed in a very strange voice in his dream hafexpected to find a serpent coiled to strikeADIOS

              not ever had a door hit him in the ass on the way out or snakebit

easier ways to wake

not ejected

           he was out capital O capital U capital T  OUTwasnt stickinround to find out what emitted that soundsentence didnt sound appealing

                                         and the dream preceding it he didnt touch it  whenever he was in a labyrinthnatural or constructed he let himself be played figured one day itll be revealed why labyrinths mazes were so prolific

had an inkling

revealed

death at its enddying in his sleep

                                            foreverdreaming

AM,  Saturday,  7  10. 23

1122,  Saturday

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”

                                                                                      Marilyn Monroe       

he couldnt say where he found the quoterecovering it this morning from a hasty untimed undated notation in a Canson Sketch pad his daughter thoughtfully gave him for Christmas in 1999 she had written on its first page  The only boundaries we have are in form. There are no obstacles in thought.

                                                                       a second fantastic quote

on the face of the notebook featuring a sketch of a hatted man in a forest clearing sketching an eight-point buck in profile above it he printed undated untimed “Where are they? Where are they?” Dylan Thomas’ last coherent words beneath that he wrote his last incoherent words were probably more important they may have been his attempts in a newstrangewonderful tongue to describe unearthly visions images artfully beautifully brushed on an undulating fog of approaching annealing death

                                   perhaps

since a boy hed been impressedappreciative of hard gems such as they slivers shards chunks that when theyre held  turnedslowly deftly in different coloured lights intensities magnifications imaginations  beyond what the words said meant their MORE their DEPTH  poetry 

                                         incoherency   to be divined

Thank you for this morning, Marilyn.

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1024,  Saturday,  7  10. 23