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. . . was she the one that got away, the white whale?

    maybe he should have bit his tonguebut biting was numbing it
wasnt as articulate afterwards  wassoapparent if he hadnt recovered when he went to give head
                                                                                                      Oh really?
You want to pleasure me?
Two heads are better than one kiddo
                                       was immediatelyfollowed by tickled  happysqueals
his fortune he methung out with the right women


Really man  The white whale
                                How old are you
What do you mean?

No shit last time I was asked tha was by my youngest daughtershe was hangin with her best grrlfriend Junior high
             They were talkin   Hadnt yet their own opportunity



the occasion presented
                         they were talking about Bruce Springsteen he was playing a Spotify playlist buddy constructed and would not alterno matter how many times they heard the same songs overanover    Theres a lot of music out there    I like these.    Ofcourse ya do  they were also talking about Clarence Clemons  sax player with the E Street Band
               buddy asked when he heard them firsthed seen them live

I was familiar withem in Seventytwo

Actually didnt really listen toem till Seventyfour  The fall  At a party

I hadnt wheels  My ride was leavin


She was honeyblonde  Fit

We exchanged too toomany glances

She was there with her boyfriend

Seventyfour.

Early in their career.

Yah
          As I was headin out the door shared another set of eyes  I stopped in the foyer

I turned  slowly   around
                              She was still lookin
Wha the fuck
               Doubled backshe was sitting onremember those enormous pillowscompeted with beanbags  sitting on one  psychedelicprint  a joint smouldered between her fingers  sat at a long blondewood glass coffee table

I knelttook a handful of hair tilted her head back shared an awfully sweetsweet kiss

    What’s that for? she asked

Confirmation

Then I left


You didn’t get her number?

Yamiss she was with her boyfriend

    You don’t think she might have been the one that got away?

No  I got away

   No

Did you ever consider what might have happened if you hadn’t?

No


Why do you say no?

Most things don happen
                           I know youre tryin hard to entertain an alternative reality
But like I say

Take a good look at any big treeolder tree  every leaf on every branch is was a possibility

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Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band  The Angel  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-pdQKRQ_qY 

You think Im a comedian
                             Id venture a comix   C  O  M  I  X
You misspelled comic
                         C not X.
X

    Y do you insist?

Y

Yes.

Look whos being clever
                           Outside your usual purview

You don’t think I’m clever?

Not usually
             Usually your attempts are mixed misplaced   grim
Kinda like your analogues
Weak wide of the mark

    Because you think yours are better.

They are

They’re obtuse.

Then theyre not  after Ive explainem to youkills me
                                                          Like havin to explain a joke

Explain a joke to a joke


    Are you callin’ me a joke?

Thank  Gawd
                   Wont have to explain tha  But we digress
Comix

Arya following


What’s a comix, it’s definition?
 
Thank you for the admission
                                Though I wish yadidnt make it look like it hurt

rolled his eyes  I have an idea, but I rather you said.

Typically a reference to comicbooks comicstrips
                                                  Especially ones written for adults or of an underground or alternative nature

How is it you associate yourself with . . .
Literature

It’s not.

It is

How so?

Youve watched me act out scenesbits to enhancebetter reveal  particularly to you  wha Im saying

Yet while Im doin tha in my head I see comicbooksstrips tha I only wish I had the talent to rendersketch  revealand  among friendscertain friends I know theyre painting imagery in their heads to my words

I don have to act for them
                              But on occasion I do  redoubleemphasise my obvious point

Thas me goin over the top

    Where I enjoy being


You enjoy being crazed.

Ive no choice
             Parents they wont admit who dropped me on my head as a baby
Was fat an slippery

Think greasedpig

Slick with breastmilk

I had sixpaks of wet nurses Ah
                                     I see you saw tha in your head 
 
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Cremation.
             crumbled out of his mouth
Yah  Sure

    She called you for your birthdaysang happy birthday to you . . . . and in the ensuing conversation . . somehow . how’s beyond me . . . you end up talking about cremation . death?

Yah


    Why would you do that?

It was conversation

It was your birthday.
                         I’d think things would be light, would be gayhappy.
Cant say gay
               Nearly tripped over yourself illegitimatelycorrecting yourself   Gay
An adjective lighthearted  Carefree

Once upon a time.
Still
       Ill be damned if Ill let homosexuality coopt confiscate  dominate it

They already hav . .
. . Maybe in your book  Not mine
                                       Butya did say


We agreed we were going to be cremated

I asked her where she wanted her ashes spread or contained
                                                                     She said spread

This is unbelievable.

Youre going to be cremated

I am.

Then it shoudnt be an issue

The issu . .
. . Your issue
Yes yes.
           Yes my issue but . . . .
You tell her how you’re going to be disposed?

    Disposed


Spread.

Better  Thank you
                      I did

What did she say?

She liked my idea

Then she said?

Yes She said she hasnt decided yettheres  some     some   she getting pushback from her daughter who struggles with the concept

She did say she thought Mackinac Island the Grand Hotels flower garden
                                                                             Her daughter near went apoplectic
They don’t let people scatter ashes in their gardens.

I told her to either ask or   or be stealthy
                                            Offered a solution
A solution.  Really. stonyface

Of course  Simple   The Great Escape


    That’s supposed to mean something to me?

You saw it

I did.

Then it shoud

It doesn’t.

It shoud ifya put your mind to it
                                     Ifyadid Plain as day

Well you’re gonna have to shine sunlight for me.

The prisoners tunneled under the he got goosebumps  under the Kriegsgefangenen-Mannschaftsstammlaler Mans shaft stammers wha a wonderful word

What the hell does that mean?

Stalag
         Unknown to you because you love to shorthand things
Your proclivity to give eachaneveryone a nickname

It’s simpler that way.

    Theyre poor nicknames

I think peopl . .
. . People
             Who are these people

Others.

Who are these others

They find my nicknames inspiredclever.

    Whos they

                    But no matter  Mannschaftsstammlaler
You don have a mans shaft he cringed

    I get it cringe deepened

But I digress discovered cringiness wasnt a bad look on him
                                                        I told her to tell her daughter to get a pair of pants  bootcut  looselegged

Shake a leg lose the ashes  Coud spread her mother effortless
Jesus.
       You’re demented. was shakinoff his cringe
Yah
      Creatively so

Grim.

Not really
            I made her laugh

You made her laugh about having her ashes spread?

smiled  I did
              I told her her daughter coud tell people her mother got laid in the Grand Hotels flower garden

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Stalag 17  Get Rid of the Dirt  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zugv1NdMj4