7.5.24

No where, man.

sifting through the last of his notes three pages front an back on his desk he realised he wasnt prepared to share any of those stories not the fourteen year old rump up the priests prowling for passionFreuds  Roman Catholic Church Mother Father Sister Brother Ohman  Holy Ghost  Amen  lots there to splice an dice

                                                                                     he wasnt in the mood
Wha type of mood is tha

You understand mood  state of mind   emotion
Cowed

   Ya tryin to be clever

Didnt find tha funny

Don give up your day job

Tough audience
Yah

   So wha will it be

Whaya want from me

I know tha P!nk
                   Tryin to slip one past me

No Hasnt ever occurred to me Id be able to
                                               Given our intimate connection  An all the others

We shoppedround before committing

I must have been havin a rummage sale

No
     Actually sale wasnt on your sign It said rummage   Two different thingsyah

Really

Really
            Youll have to take my word for it We didnt take a picture  Though we converged  commingled
Conspired
No

   Certainly were a lot of you

You recognised after   wha cohabiting

   Sure
          Why not

Cohabiting
              Scads more have rallied to you

You consider yourselves scads

Think scabs

You think wha I think
                         Yathink

Scads  Cohorts

As for me
             Your cowhore

Cowed again

Mooed

Were getting nowhere

Man

Beatles

0900,  2sday,  7  5. 24

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