they had their coffee
their
parlance of politics were of the same stripe
there wasnt
another stripe was once upon a time clowns now had no idea what they stood for theyd
rather be against hadnt a platform no plans
only what flushedclogged the toilet in their cult leaders head Assholes
Care for a libation?
Tha woud be nice
they stoodup got out of the highback upholstered chairs they sat in when
the weather was inclement they sat in the conversational nook by the fireplace laughedteased they were English gentlemen otherwise outdoors he stood near the pool
surround beside a picnic table while buddy sat in a comfortable padded lawnchair
Whacha got
I’ve mine here on the
counter.
Baileys too sweet
Still have Jameson
I believe so . cabinet above . .
oh you know where.
I do
he grabbed it by its bottom buddy liked to lay liquor bottles down as he
laid wine bottles
they poured separately
buddy always used a shotglass to
pour one ounce then a second into a crystal tumbler he poured free without measure knew where two ounces were buddy tested him once he let him poured from the tumbler into a shotglass an ounce poured that into another a second tumbler then poured the remaining whisky into the
shotglass Well fuck me. Virtually two
ounces by eye.
An hand don do tha again Okay
I don like being doubted
screwing the cap back onto the
Jameson returning it to the cabinet a wave of sunlight broke into the kitchen
and litup the whisky in the glass
What
color would you call that. Yellow.
No
Amber
Not amber. Yellow.
Look again Amber is more viscous substantial Yellow
Urine
It’s yellow.
How many words describe
yellow Honey yellow Your urine yellow Phonaesthetic
How
many would you say
Like Inuit having thirty words to describe snow
Maybe, doubt it, two dozen.
Minimum thirty
I disagree.
Youre welcome Cant say where I read it but I read it as a
teenager last century At least thirty
We can find out.
You and tha fuckin interloper
Find out after I leave
Then I wont be able to rub your
nose in it.
No But Ill trust you to rub your nose in it when
Im gone
You insist youre a
man of your word an deed
I can’t wait
that long.
Impatient motherfucker
Yasee Your greedy life
of entitlement has you always gnawin at the bit All want no need
You really
cant wait
I can’t.
Youre wrong
I suppose we’ll se . .
.
. Tha youre wrong
he fingered his phone phonaesthetic
Weel shit.
Let me read.
Knock yourself out
“The problem with generalizing
the phenomenon as an Inuit language feature is where the skepticism is rooted.
This is because there is more than one Inuit language.” hit the brakes I didn’t know that.
Neither did I
“It is only one group of
languages in a wider family called Eskimo-Aleut. The reason this language family
has so many words for snow is that of polysynthesis.” I like the sound of that.
Yes Pretty
“Polysynthesis means that there
is a base word attached to many different suffixes which change the meaning.”
So you concede I was correct
Kind of.
Fuck
you
Lets take our libations into
the other room an shoot some pool Ill
bludgeon you into submission there
he took a healthy pull from his
glass at buddys back
Rack em Ill be right there
he topped off his Jameson
three ounces
buddyd be too busy suckin the
sweet tit of his Baileys to notice phonaesthetic
after 1430, Saturday,
17 2. 24
1034, Monday,
19 2. 24
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