21.2.25


Sorry . excuse me . . talking to yourself?

   You don

I do.
       Do you talk out loud or telepathically?

Ill give you a moment to gather yourself restate your question

What?



Why  ratherhow    telepathic

annoyed  To yourself.

We shoud agree telepathic is the ability to communicate without speakin readin anothers thoughtsthough
woud be more likely my ability to read yours rather than you read mine  Half the time you cant follow wha comes out of my mouth

Shit.  You’re correct.

No  I do not speak
                     Why exert the energy

I’ll talk to myself out loud.

For purpose of memory

How do you mean?

Remind yourself theres something wha you wish to rememberfix in your mind for another time  or say you began hardboiling eggs but left the kitchen to do a quick chore tha absorbed ya

Did tha once ruined the eggs

Ruined?

Burnedem one exploded

You shouldn’t admit that.

Im unlike you

I . . I don’t appreciate your tonewhy would you say it like that?

Lying by omission

   I don . .
. . Ya do
            My girls lived at home they tried tha pull the wool over the old mans eyes Ive spent years grazin snatch kept my eyes peeled

Christ.

When I asked wha they did when they were out they learned shortorder I didnt want CliffsNotes  Thamade for our terribly honest relationships

Which you struggle with
                            Despite singing the praise of how honest you are
Yes  I burned boiled eggs

Admission
              Not omission

The truth shall set you free
                               laughter peeled out his throat 

HAR HAR.

Try it
        Youll like it

I’ve my reaso . .
. . To lie

   To restrain . . . exactly . . how I feel.

It doesnt feel dishonest  Is tha whaya think


Something like that.




Nothing?

   Make your bed  Sleep in it

1449,  Sunday,  16  2. 25
1236,  reggaefriday,  21  2. 25
Eurythmics  Would I Lie to You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C3HYOLJSoM

   unstuck in time  occurred to him
                                              Yes   conceded

                                                                               his daughters songtheir song
played inside a gray Tacoma pickup stopped at a traffic light
                                                                               her Toyota was red  ’84
crossing in front of it he closed the book he was reading on his finger
                                                                          hard
hard
       to read through tearedeyes
                              

   he couldnt make out the driver
                                    a woman
hidden behind the reflection a slash of noonsun
                                                  saw her hand
a colouredbeaded bracelet round her wrist
                                             saw hanging from the rearview mirror 
a small catgut dreamweaver
                               a spray of matching beads
a single feather hung from it
                               twisting in the air from the open windows

as he passed he did not glanceleft over his shoulder
                                                          if a wraith

he could not bear to see

1415,  Thursday,  24  2. 22
1117,  reggaefriday,  21  2. 25
Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

out of a hot lavendersalt bath

into bed
               sighed to himself   No   No not tonight
Whadaya mean not tonight 
                             last thing he wanted to do was argue with himself Not tonight

Whadaya mean  not tonight

   Wha I said

Yakiddin me
               Thas tantamount  denyin  if someone NO thank you wanted to have sex with you
Yakiddin me

Come  Its not like havin sex with someone

Excuse me all to Hellmake love  winked

You know its better than tha

Better

Imagination  Think
                       Think of all the impossible gumbypositions Ive contorted myselfcontorted tied in knots tiedup knots my partnerpartners

   Aah
        There is tha

Yeh  Tha

So wha youre saying isan I cant believe Im sayin this
                                                           Youre not in the mood
he chuckled
             Yeh    Ive got a headache

2236,  Thursday,  20  2. 25
1014,  reggaefriday,  21  2. 25
Pet Shop Boys  I’m Losing My Mind  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l87T-7aW5Tk