she blamed Martin Naydel

Tha name supposed to mean something to me

I don’t care if it means anything to you or not, I’m laying blame at his feet.

I see youre upse . .

. . I am.

An terse

            Not tha I believe its directed at me

It’s not.

         I’m upset, I’m upset with myself. Naydel gets in my head in moments like these.

If I can helpnot necessary I do

                                   Ill need a little background baby

The Golden Age of comic books.

Predates us You don read them

   I don’t. Manga as close as I get.

Naydel wrote Scramble. Originally it was Scramble.

                                                         Then it became Jumble.

I know it

There you have it.

   I have wha

My frustration.

Yahwell

          Think youre kickstarting some of my own

Whas frustrating you

I think the way the game’s wired me.

                                         Kindalike you.

Me

Yes.

    You have my attention  Im listening

Evil.

Now Im not

A moment.  I’m being succinct I know you despise the word.

Yah

You realise you retort . . vile? You’re actually a pain in the ass about it . . and I . .

. . Purposefully bring up the subject  Teasingly provoking  me

Yes.

      Same letters.

They are

Hence Scramble Jumble Naydel his creation.

   Its wired you

It’s wired you you do the same it’s part of what attracted me to you, an alikeness.

I said Weltanschauung. What did you say?

I said worldview

You said that after you said what?

Welted schlong  Swollen cock

Oh you love me.

Here to please babe

Even if it distresses you.

A pleasant distress Im all about you

But you see how you dismembered the wordyou recognise that?

Sure  Probably

                I don spend time thinking about it it just happens

It doesn’t frustrate you?

   No  Im playing

                    Like last nights politickles . .

. . See? There you go.

Not there I go Ive been saying tha for years

Since I’ve known you.

                       Again.  How I was attracted to you.

Your politickles.

Yah  Comeuppance McKay Coppins

Phonaesthetics.

Yah

       Playing

It doesn’t become . . . arduous?

   To my person

                   No

Im just having fun Im easily entertained throw it out there let the pieces fall where they may

                                                                                                  Bug somebody thas on them

On them.

On them

Maybe that’s what I need to do.

Arya apologising

I am.

tears welledup into her eyes

No no no no

              No tears please

she blurted a busted soblaugh  tears didnt make her cheeks she blotted them with her sleeve

Attagrrl

So fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke?

I think thas a superlative idea

   Of course you do.

                       It’s yours.

1954,  Reggaefriday,  24  5. 24

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