9.8.24


he could make out her words despite her talking through a stuffed mouth
                                                                              This meat is huge.
No bigger than mine love

I’m not as big as you.
                       You’re meat’s huge too.

Thank you  he laughed
                             You know honey everything is big in the eyes of a child But you keep those eyes baby try an keep them your whole life if you can try an keep the wonder the amazement

chewing  she smiled at him
                               as she chewed she rocked in the chair jerked her legs under the table


he could hear the haunt
                           Why can’t he sit still? What’s the matter with him?
What’s the matter with you, boy?

he didnt stop

his parents took his plate away
                                   When you can stop with that nonsense you can eat.
politely May I be excused

   Go.
        his food was divvied out to the other children

May I go outside an wait there until I have to wash the dishes
Go.
     their tone he was irritating them  Stay in the backyard.

I will Thank you

he went out through the backporch went down the steps crossed over to the leaning wood garage which leaned so badly his father didnt park his car inside it hadnt in years

he went into a cardboard box  it had vegetables he hocked from neighbours gardens apples pears from trees he shimmied up he kept a cooler with ice holding rabbits squirrels rats he killed with a slingshot dressed out roasted on a spit in prairie lots around the developing neighbourhood

his parents could deny him their dinner
                                          but hed eat


he enjoyed her unbridled exuberance its pure hugeness

he wished his chair had taller legs so he could dance with her dance to her music her umms hmms as she chewed

Monday – Memorial Day,  26  5. 08
1442,  Reggefriday – Nagasaki 1945,  9  8. 24

cat said to him Ya down wid alus in the ratshit funk  Door say WHITES ONLY
Brothers not allowed
                        But yet . . .

he  his voice trailed offaway


   alone
           where was he
 
through the dark he made out the shadowy outline of a manse
like porn
           know it when its seen

manse may not approve of the associationThas unfortunate
                                                                 he was helping himselfgoing in
scratched an itch on his neck under his ear with a fingernail   didnt pay it no heed


the entry doubledoors  solid wood  enormous
                                                  No WHITES ONLY sign but he could imagine only they entered
BLACKS around back
he didnt knock

pushed on a door it swung in noiselessly

inside marble foyer  foreboding   forbidding
                                                what was he getting himself into
like a cat though he was curious

by last lazy count figured he had at least three left
                                                       he wanted to leave it all on the field at the end of the game

to the right a staircase  a massive hallstand   an umbrella leaned

left was a hall that went on and on leading to antechambers one after the other
                                                                                      a manse
humouring himself he gathered the umbrella
                                                opened it  walked silently around  a thick woodshaft  heavy
couldnt imagine carrying it for long in a rain
                                                in wind or gust
Mary Poppins

closed it

its ferrule tip  looked lethalfive inches metal pointed  thought bullfighters iron he dug how the handle fit his hand  muttered  Like custommade

put it over his shoulder climbed the ornate balustered staircase
                                                                     he heard muffled voices noises
not on the second floor

climbed to the third
                      muffled though more distinct

he walked down the hall  passed artful wood doors left and right exactly opposite each another  sounds from each room on his right

hall ended at a magnificent bank of etched glass windows a door onto a balcony  estate  gardens  trees beyond

turning around he walked to the first room on the left thought to open it unannouncedpaused

lay of the land

anticipated possible that this wingthe rooms mirrored opposite  he imaged alike   tract home construction

he crossed the hall to the silent room entered 
                                                 a bedroom suite  bank of windows complimenting those at the end of the hall  fireplace   plank floor    throw rugs

   third floor
                possibly all bedrooms
he liked the odds

exiting he snugged it shut crossed the hall   voicessounds continued
                                                                            let himself in
SHOCKed by the dustedred room table four chairs immediately right two men identical dustedred head to foot stood
went to their greatcoats from pockets pulled sheathed long knives slipped the knives dropped the sheaths hustled at him wordless
umbrella
action speaks louder than words
speared the first in the bellyhe dropped  dropped his knife
                                                               the second scrabbledtripped over the disabled he clubbed on the side of the head bone collapsed eye popped fell facedown at his feet stomped his neck with his hobnail boot

stepped to the other who made it to his knees stabbed him in the throat picked up his knife slashed his throat
                                                                                                                     hed do the same for a suffering animal

backed out of the dustedred room sheathed knives in his coat pockets
                                                                            he snugged the door shut
must really have violated something


   second door a bluedusted room bluedusted twins clones? violence   no words
third  yellowdusted  clones  violence  no words
fourth  green  violence  wordless
fifth  white violence silence

 


   he left the umbrella in the hallstand

opened the door

it was raining

good

he was sloppy with blood and gore

needed a good thorough rinsing                                           

1142,  Monday,  5  8. 24
5AM,  Thursday,  8  8. 24
1252,  Reggaefriday – Nagasaki 1945,  9  8. 24

“I believe in the Devil.”  Republican VEEP pick J D Vance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XU7n4id7uSM

to save time although he would recommend the entire TENEO Retreat 2021 video begin at the 7:50minute-mark
                                                                                                               8:28minute-mark “The most important truths often come from people who are crazy 60% of the time, but they’re right 40% of the time (thought that was awfully generous an unproven  unscientific) cites Elon Musk his billionaire benefactor Peter Thiel Marjorie Taylor Green  9:28minute-mark  . . . Believing crazy things is not the mark of whether somebody should be rejected. Believing important truths should be the mark of whether we accept if they believe some crazy things on the side, that’s fine, we need to believe in unconventional people.”

unconventional people are not crazy 60% of the time

they have an ability to think outside the box

thinking outside the box is not crazy

Yale-trained lawyer Vance
Yale ought to be ashamed
ought to know better

1532,  day-between-2-Ts,  7  8. 24
1052,  Reggaefriday – Nagasaki 1945,  9  8. 24

porn pantry


It’s about time they shut the porn pantry down.

Wha a riot porn pantryNot
                              Whos they

Whoever had the common decency to recognise it was inappropriate.

Sex You have something against sex

If inappropriate.

Im all ears

 

   Tell me of the inappropriateness of sex
                                             Pleasures tethered attendant 

You don’t need to talkwrite about it.
Because
                      Youre prude
You think callin . .
. . A spade a spade

I think it’s inappropriate.
I believe it is notlemme ask you

 

   What?  Are you going to say?

Askin for your permission

I thought you’d just say.

No  Not with you
                   Im tryin kid gloves

Porn isn’t kid gloves.

Although  Id betcha a fine pair of gloves a feather a brisk crack on the ass   someones gonna cum

There. That.

in a goofy cartoon voice Which way did they go which way did they go https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs-Q0JmWjj0 
            Ya got to be kiddin me  Cum   Cum offends youyoure packin correct

confused him

Ya got testiclesright

sneered

Lemme put this to rest once an for all
                                          If given a choice anIve chosen between watching Saw or its ilk or playing video games where a shooter gets points for killing people for running people over in a car  video violence
Id rather watch people fuck 

Porn pantry

Not shut down

Another way to look at it
                           If youre not interested no ones forcin ya walkaway  Secondly Mind your own fuckin businesscant stand Holier than Thou Art pigeons

2103,  Thursday,  8  8. 24
0949,  Reggaefriday – Nagasaki 1945,  9  8. 24
Charlie Rich  Behind Closed Doors  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHaLjPP4bok