standing abruptly amid mixed company the gentlewoman an English breed lineage which made no difference to him suggestedurged they talk in the hall

                                        she lead the way

entering the next room she turned sharply on her heels but before a word escaped her lips he stilled her heldup his hand         

her eyes started a real firecracker   hed like to light her wick

                                                      Excuse me

Yes.

This he waved his hand in the air asif fanning smoke   This is a hall

Yes.

it was enormous

his rented bungalow could fit inside it

                                         Arya shittin me he hoped shed shit in return

she didnt decorum winning out

this was England not America

                                she was something else here that defied his understandingChrist  hed been on bar crawls with her in Chicago held her hair while she heaved

suits of armor stood erectbacks against woodpaneled walls

                                                               small hed dare say petite

assumed them forebearers ancestors perhaps knights who pledged fealty to her family   

                                                                                              slight

tins

      he wandered away from her  flipped a visor    a second

What is it you’re doing?are you looking for something?

Kippers  Sardines

                   Not oysters octopus OHhellno certainly not I refuse to eat something smarter than me  Present company   Id make an exception

she snarledharrumphed could with the best of them

                                                     Gads, what you prattle about.

You wanted to talk to me

                          circled his hand in the air above his head again   Talk in the hall

   Yes.   her eyes went frosty

Yes

Yes.

My exception toss you for a loop

Enough.

Havent begun

               Had I  enough woudnt enter your lexicon   Thasaid     Wha

   Whatever it was  she shrugged It’s left me.

Thas unlike you

It tis.

I say something inappropriate to your friends

   Did you?

Well  Thas the extent of how I can help

                                          Hell Yawerent even part of the conversation were off entertaining elsewhere  You were misplaced until you took me by the arm an commanded we talk in the hall

   Tha any help

No.  NO.

Care to discuss eating octopussy

   No.

       You mustn’t can’t carry on like that.

Mustnt I

          Pedigree doesnt agree  Thas who Ill assume is in the real room  An this hall

Quiet.

Harsh

        Is this the entitled you  A oneeighty from the Chicago you

I’m sorry.

Not unless yare apologising

   Yes. Apologising. You’re churlish, demanding that there’s a distinction between the two.

There is

I apologise. she nodded the tiara she wore shook in the shock of redhair she wore up he preferred it down

I appreciate tha thank you

                                     Still nothing

a pentup breath escaped her lungs

                                      Nada. Nothing.

Lets go back in then

                     Ill tell well tell everyone we broke out had ourselves a quickie Theyll eyeball your gown for telltale signs   Evidence

   Eyeball

            I woud

You're terrible.

If I knew this woud be up for debate I woudve brought testimoanies Dated   Signed

   So lemme guess . . . M O A N I E S.

Yes

       See how well you know me Thank you for inviting me   Id think a Polish Yank woudbe a hard sell

Well, you’re easy on the eyes and I’ve tossed your name around . . a bit.

OH  My reputation precedes me

   You . . you can say that.

I did

     Cum he grabbed her hand  Lets go back  Hair in there Id like to curl

she let him followed his lead

briefly

        can take the girl out of Chicago but not Chicago out of the girl

1245perhaps,  day-between-2-Ts,  3  4. 24

1429,  Monday,  15  4. 24

6111 an 1116

the preceding post was number 6111

                                       whawas 1116

posted it 30  3. 17:

a mocha is not a latte  and how miserable was that that he didnt know the difference between the two until he mistakenly ordered the mocha and opening it it looked nothing of his memory of a latteWhat the hell was with the whipped creamDid Starbucks throw whipped cream on everything it made nowadayshe knewhe recognised he was out of the loop on a lot of things social media twitter bots idiots idiobots yahoos  but whipped cream on everything?(it had a nice sound – if for nothing more than whipped cream on everything he would like this piece he wriote)

 

he returned the grande mocha with a shot of nutmeg cocoanutNO hashishNO  NO hazelnut(he had a hard time remembering hazelnut  it wasnt a nigger toe a Brasil nut  if he could fashion the nut in his minds eye when ordering hed remember that it was hazelnut but instead he saw the tremulous liquor inside a bottle labeled Toraniand how many flavoured liquors did Torani make  at least he understood his confusion  he rarely had coffee concoctions preferring his coffee black and strong a spoon standing upright in itCome on in the waters fine Liar  his father was taller than he so the cold cold Lake Michigan water wasnt lapping his nuts creating a falsettoOhhellno a castrato shrinking his genitalia)(his parenthesised pieces were growing longer: disease dis-ease distress dis-tress bad hair day bungling)  he should have taken the clerks bait when she asked him when he ordered Youd like that cold NO he was sure he said it with a sneer though he didnt mean it  Christ its coffee  coffees served hot(despite the obviousness of market to make everything into something other than itselfto maximise its selfish growthEverything ought to be only exactly what it is Authentic rather than endlessly bastardised  if he wanted a bastard hed make one and run out on its ignorant mother telling herBetty You Can Call Me Al(short for alias or alien  he had no idea where he came from  Cosmic Semen  sailing the Seven Seas of seven galaxies(whipped whipped cream on Everything) ;) (fucking emoticons)  he should have picked up on her hint that what he was ordering wasnt what he wanted  he should have made damn-sure he knew what he wanted before he ordered  because now the whipped cream on everything was on his lip and he was to blame  when its your fault How Dare You try to slip the blame and put it on someone else(but isnt that why clerks were made  to always be wrong because the customer is always rightFuck that  over the years he told innumerable customers they were wrong The customer is always right is another market monsterFrankenstein  some fucking corporate geniusprobably the same muthafucker who came up with the mantraOom Y o u  c a n  d o  m o r e  w i t h  l e s s you do less with less  gut a squirrel or a rabbit or cattle with a butter knife and get back to me woudja  Ja get back to me with a straight razorIm sure) 

he didnt like it

                but he drank his grande mocha with a shot of hazelnut and a spastics handjob squiggle of whipped cream atop it

1101,  Twosday,  28  3. 17

ohyeah 1392 days remaining though quickly assuming fewer(Russian bye)

Paul Simon  You Can Call Me Al  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq-gYOrU8bA

she vivisected sentencesslashed lines made him grateful he wasnt the book  or its author  he hadnt seen its spine or title page

            excoriated   defiled    if an editor she was brutal

NO

       Vivisected

could hear trees whine their papereddeaths their greenwood memories stories eviscerated pulped  and rooted unable to ran away

he glanced sidelong at her

                           thought he would have hated to disappoint her in the bedroom when she was young  but maybe shed been disappointed too many times  her pinched expression couldnt be age alone  she ran arrows to henscratched notes written on diminishing margins used parentheses obliterated passages paragraphs with a surgical finefine black point pen that didnt dare smear

conceding  he leaned against the aircraft bulkhead to provide her whatever room she needed  unfortunately his gaze out the porthole was compromised by a cloudcarpet for as far as he could see

                                                                                  then seeking a silver lining to his situation he mustered a thin solacegrateful he hadnt been seated on the aisle  he was lefthanded  otherwise they would have parried elbows  meanwhile her right jabbed madly at the aisleway

to alleviated a grimacing consternation a growing maniacism

                                                                he imagined

since the book was hardbound she acquired two copies viciously notating seemed apparent one while the second was safe on a shelf probably containedcondemned to a hermetic barrister bookcase as she defaced plied the firstperhaps  with interior monologues recitations ideas desperations that she acquiredconceived as she read then scratchprinted

   she was unlike him

                         books were sacred

he tucked foldedpapers at the back of books and noteddidnt violate the text with pg numbers what paragraphs words  what ideas they germinated

she made his flight long

1230perhaps,  day-between-2-Ts,  3  4. 24

2214,  Sunday,  14  4. 24

0947,  Monday,  15  4. 24

Beatles  Paperback Writer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SepZDSkY4Ro