there used to beonce was  a time   when it didnt matter what time it was

                                                                                there was no time when he wouldnt pant like a dog to get high

hitup as the sun went down

                               hittingup when the sun came back around

How do you do it?don’t gimme you’ll sleep when you’re dead.

Steppin on my line man

No. Seriously.

    Shits happenin Not the time to go byebye or lose the edge

Eventually Always

                      Body turns out the lights 

Follow the tracers to sleep  oblivion  fingerscrossed I wake

Die in my sleep

Havent missed muchhave I

Have you?

              Howya answer that question?

No clue  Wokeup

that was then

this is now

    he wasnt so galant masculine French pronunciation

wasnt as sure

youth afforded that

ignorance afforded that

wellfuck Immortality afforded him that

                                           War didnt take itHell he even gave it a second a third chance

three strikes It was out

came back “Home” a changed man

                                        recognised he hadnt gone in as a man

told a buddy who stayed back who was deferred  who hadnt ever had the bug up his ass as he did that he reconciled it as sport

except

         when ya lost

ya died

had no intentions returning crippled

Man, you realise how many high school games you played in and got beat?

I did I did

            Figured I was due a winning streakfigured the team I was playing on was superior  It was Overwhelmingly

Tadum

         Im back

You'll excuse me, sometimes you don’t look . . . back.

A dog  Glarin out the side of its face

    Yeah. Yeah.   Something like that yeah

Feral

Yeah.  Unnerving.

Yaoughta see lookin out

                           Yah    Unnerving

    once upon a time  it didnt matter what time it was

  

2029,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

Carole King  It’s Too Late  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkKxmnrRVHo

birds

         his daughter didnt like them

little hummers were okay

                            Preeetty.

they spooked easy

spooked them every chance she had

                                       despite seeing how they flocked to him as he fed them sometimes three dozen on five feeders

he was in his element

                        an experimental shoulder surgery to regrow cartilage sidelined him a year

he  fed  hummingbirds

such was the extent of his helpfulnesswhat he could do

she didnt like them

                      although she loved her red feathered boa  pranced around the house in it

sometimes forgetting to clothe herself otherwise

the boa didnt shithave talonssharp beaks

                                               she didnt like their coalblack unreflecting eyes

didnt care for their noncommittal expressions

nothing to tip her off what they were thinking

                                                 I’m sorry . . .  she paused   I shouldn’t say I don’t trust them. They look as if they’d just as soon claw you bite you peck your eyes out . . as not.

                                                                            God knows they'll shit on you.

Yacan’t trust someonesomebody who will shit on you.

a mouthful from an eight years old he couldnt pin that on his wife

                                                                       However unless  he interrupted  you negotiate a price first

she laughed

             then said You can’t negotiate with a bird, Papa. sipping her hot chocolate looked up over the marshmallow foam  some on her upper lip

                                Or bird-like people.

Wise  he nodded  

                      nevertheless shame on him  he may have introduced her a bit too early to Alfred Hitchcocks

The Birds

Sunday,  11  5. 06

0707PM preferred,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

The Birds  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCxR7dlavwg

. . . What?

             could hear the incredulity in her voice  You don think so

Papa.  Not if it’s perfect.

Come on babe

                 We know nothings perfect

But perfect implies perfection.

All ears

          Tell me something thas perfect   Leave Michelangelo out of the equation  The Sistine Chapel David

The Madonna della Pieta    Works by the Marquis Sade Nin Miller JoyceFuck  Hemingway    Cormac McCarthy

Are you conceding?

    No

Admitting?

                  Fuck   Maybe

So the bubbles that form in my cheesecake that I’ve been unable to eliminate all these years . . .

Is that a question or a statementhadnt mentioned wobble before  in my recollection

Please.

            Ball’s your court Daddy-O.

    I stand by my assessment

Perfection has its flaws.

Yes

    Awrightee.

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1705,  Thursday – Thanksgiving

shit drove him nuts

                       it wasnt efficientdon try blowin smoke up his ass  blatantly lazinessWhy

why would he communicate with lazy people

he wouldnt

cc an bcc could suck his cock look at him using acronyms

                                                           email cocksuckers

cc  carbon copy

                  everyone cc’d gets the exact same communique

bcc  blind carbon copy

                          ohso fuckin clever

everyone gets the exact same communique but are unawareclueless of everyone else who has also been sent itshared

impersonally personal

                           Awshucks, how nice they’re thinking of me.

an EVERY TOM DICK AN HARRY  SEE SALLY SEE DICK   JANE?  YOU SEE DICK TOO?

FUCK

         shit drove him nuts

emails

texts

        could be because he wrote letters  individual letters because

because he refused to wetwad up all familyfriends into a soppy paper ball and toss it to them remotely suggesting he was interested in them as separate entitiespeople

he did not buy into smorgasbords

                                     like slopping hogs

maybe   maybe he was too extreme

                                          wasnt

should someone considered including him in a cc  a bcc

                                                 Please like graffiti  scrawl it on a wall with spraypaint MagicMarker crayons  in a bathroom stall above its glorious gloryhole  perchance itd attractcapture his attention an he might read it

otherwise

     DO NOT

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1446,  Thursday – Thanksgiving

    Again  he said with a sighdismay

                                          a wry smile     Spider

a dead spider in his tub 

Marat/Sade

Jim Morrison

appleseed

    appleseed  he assumed she  attempted suicide three times in his tuball three catching her before she was swallowed by the drain

                           he set her to dryuntangle herselfher legs on a rock seashell fossils he kept on the bathroom basin counter

showered

            drying himself he watched her go up the wall to her elaborate web in the corner between it and the ceiling

she had looked familiar

three times

             she must have conceded to Life

she didnt try it again

she remained more than a year

                                    he was grateful

that year he was not well

he bathed in hot baths three times a day to keep whatever it was at bay

                                                                              whatever it was finally conceded  dissipated

his body doing what he expected it would do  eventually

    he picked the dead spider up took herhim outside and laid them in the grass at the foot of AWe  name for the wisteria hes raisedcared for from a seed

returning to run a bath he wondered when Again would occur

                                                                   either suicide or death

0834,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

Marat/Sade  The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade

Jim Morrison  Doors  People Are Strange  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgHaGrZkkv4