it pained him  truly   that his friend was homocentric that everything revolved around human beings that he was unwilling to grant animals consciousness trees plants   consciousness

                                                                             Some plants turn to face the sun  maximise it

Not consciously.

You turn Unconscious

You comparing me to a plant?

You denying isness

Isness? What’s that supposed to be?

Non-teleological Steinbeck

                               I know you read himsaid  you did

I did.

    Then you know 

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Is thinking

              Concerning yourself not with wha shoudbe coudbe might be  rather wha actually is

Isness

Steinbeck?

Im tellinya

I don’t think so.

Callin me a liar

                     Strikes me you didnt read him closely

I don’t know what stories you read of his . .

. . I read wha he wrote didnt leave his novels alone to speak for him

                                                                         I read him

I read his novels.

Cut your throat  There was more to the man

                                               Here I carry this on my clipboard

Your broken Bear-of-a-Clip?

Still functions doesnt it

It does.

    Steinbeck  An I quote

“It seems apparent that species are only commas in a sentence” I havent lost ya

Species. Commas.

                      Get on with it.

“Each species is at once the point and the base of a pyramid . . . One merges in another – a fish with wrists – mine – groups melt into ecological groups until the time when what we know as life meets and enters what we think of as non-life: barnacle and rock, rock and earth, earth and tree, tree and rain and air . . . most of the feeling we call religious, most of the mystical outcrying which is one of the most prized and used and desired reactions of our species, is really the understanding and the attempt to say that man is related to the whole thing.”

Isness

He said that?

I said quote

I never read that.

Maybe yaoughta be less superficial

I read him . .

. . But not tha

    No.

Where do you stand on this

                               Silence is also a form of discourse Discourse is not reducible to language

What do you expect me to say?

Nothing

           Im posing it

Danger  Your imagination may not be your own

                                                    Not mine I see quotes but did not record who uttered or wrote it

Not thaya need worry You an Alfred E Neuman

Youre about as fictitious as him

some time 2001

1346,  Thursday,  21  11. 24

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mariachi frisson

    Better

              was talking to a mariachi who was busting his balls yesterday lack of frisson

Better

Yes yah much better

                       Thanks for squeezing one off for the team  It was a tsunami

Felt awfully good  Agreed

    So

So  Wha

The girl

Yes

    That really happen

You expect me to kissntell

                              Tha wouldnt be propernot gentlemanly

I think yaoughta

Why do you think tha

Well cant betcant barter  but wha we can do is rise or fall in the hierarchy

                                                                                Think nasty medieval European Courts

Whawoud ya know of them

We know Church hierarchy through you Ya wrote of Galileo the Doctors of the Church of the Inquisition

                                                                                                              Lotsa intrigue backstabbing

Were runnin with tha

                        A few of us got prestige runnin on it

Whadayasay

Whadaya expect me to say

    Well theres three options an bets have been placed accordingly

Three

Yah

All ears

Yawont really be hangin anyoneher her out to dry Names been changed to protect the innocent   Although Please

Not really so innocentterribly hot flexible  she had to be a gymnast

                                                                           Gymnasty

Clever  Thayours

Cant take credit

                  Occurred to several of us then was consensually agreed upon

WHEW I we broke a sweat

    Yasaid three

I we did

All ears

You know

You tell me

Awright awright

                  One Fantasised  Two Dreamed    Three   It really happened

And

Wha

Where didya cum down

Clever yourself  Cum

                          Happened

Will you ascend if it did

Majority of us feel you fantasised

                                          I did not

    Put a feather in your cap

MOTHERFUCKER

                        I knew it

AM,  Thursday,  21  11. 24

1238,  Thursday

    resolution

                       thats one word for it

kindalike a friend who texted him about capturing rats or mice

  :  :  Capturing?

  :  :  You know.

  :  :  No. Tell me.  I believe you mean killing them with traps.

  :  :  Same difference.

  :  :  Call it what it is. Death shouldn’t be euphemised.  Don’t be careless.

  :  :  Capturing them.

  :  :  You’re a cunt. I’m not being euphemistic.  Later.

                                                               that was two days ago

he saw texts had arrived but chose to let them languish

captured

 

 

there were too many

it would have been foolish to face them in the open

he retreated  a long arduous way to a cabin built into the crotch of a stoneface beneath an overhang

inside a fireplace outfitted with swiveled hooks to hang pots wood table four chairs two cots cupboard a long heavy iron poker to stir a fire small shovel ash bucket

before it was a flat strewn with rubble except for a narrow wending path

if they followed their assault would be a frontal

                                                       his advantage

four pursued

   haughty apparently liking their odds

a lone woman among them surprised him although she was mannishlooking

                                                                                  maybe a point to prove

they were all business  came easily

                                          when he fled he was unarmed

they faced a stout door wedged shut windows to either side  shutters inside open

attacking they yelled RESOLUTIONsmashed glass with clubs hammered the door a lone assailant at a window he stabbed in the throat with the poker pivotedsuddenly past the door and slashedcracked the head of another leaning in timed the rhythmic pounding at the door kicked away the wedge the door toppled in the man fallingthrough sprawled the back of his bald head a shiningwhite target he bludgeoned once the woman rushed through the doorway knife in hand he smashed it then smashed a knee and fallen he smashed her opposite foot so it turned  one foot naturally forward  it facing behind

he stepped to the bald man smashed his head again

went out bludgeoned the two others

reentered

she was screaming

he ignored her

picked up her knife  his now

he considered

                         breaking her arm

over her howlscream he cried BE IT RESOLVED a break in her emit  IT IS A LONG CRAWL

he left 

AM,  Thursday,  21  11. 24

1006,  Thursday