STOP

       Why are you putting those in your mouth

she was a young girl

                        a horde of young girls and boys were following an alignedabreast vanguard of hay wagons ornate gypsy wagons across a sprawling tall greengrass plain

Spitem out

the girl nearest him he yelled to carried a burgeoning caned handbasket her apron pockets stuffed her coarse country dress pockets stuffed

                                        she tried to talk around them

over her shoulder

keepingup

             mumbled

as he closed in on her

he was aware of the contents of what otherwise seemed to be petite brightlycoloured cellophanewrapped popcorn balls

                but in fact

were not

fact

      were freshslipped knotted condoms flipped high in the air from the wains  sunlight glinted off them as they transformed from one thing into the other

Woudya spit those out

mumbled  Nah

                her eyes bugged

what coloured cellophanes she had in her mouth broke

                                                           swallowing their content she spit out the wrappers

Ohmy! clear as a bell

    disappointed he hadnt been able to intercede  Well

Well. Nothin’ we haven’t tasted before.

    I shoudnt have bothered

No. Not really.  Though your heart was in the right place.

                                                              Please excuse me, I have to catchup.

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to be surenot to be mistaken

                               for he certainly left a wide avenue to be promulgated writing Boys will be pricks

    wrote  he assumed these boys hadnt a mother like he his

                                                                  crossed her shed beat him with a belt a stick switch strop

it seemed if she didnt touch him with her bare hands that the object that did did the beating

he was not a stupid boy

the beatings ceased by the time he was in fourth

                                                     he learned the game

then he learned to be devious

    early on he thought his Maw was just giving him more rope to hang himself

then he realised

                   there was no rope

earlier he was punished assuredlyso because he was adamant  intractable   feared irredeemable

    he was punished because words to him were uncured

he did not visualise them particularly as his mother did

                                                                 steps

hardedged  fitted and formed sentences

he liked loose phrases

sentences to create paragraphs

he disliked paragraphs

                         to often other thoughts came up fast from behindchucked it in the back knocked it on its face

          where he stood  what he saw   a wonderful faceplant  pratfall

    humourous

 

he wasnt stupid

he learned to play the game well enough to pleasebarely his Maw his teachers

                                                                                  the whole while pleasing himself

words when he was young were soft things  pliable   elastic

                                                                   Silly Putty pressed over peeled off

then made amiableperhaps gruesome  monsters

 

he madeup new words to say what he needed to say  that had not only not been written  defined  but hadnt ever been said   enunciated

one might think hed like foreign languages

 

    he wasnt that sharp

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girls will be cunts

to be fair

           although

thats usually what boys call them

but they ought to be paying keener attentionscalpelsharp

                                                                because

girls got going for them a DNA-based stoicism boys will not possibly match until theyve endured tenthousand years of abuse

motherfuckers ought to be grateful that currently they only now suffer being incels

                                                                                       coould be

with the world their oyster girls academicallyascendant professionallyascendant are untroubled lack stiff competition by boys who are taking it hardtaking the tack too busy whining how unfair they are being treated opportunities denied them to fucking anyone who will listen

                                                 with the world their oyster girls can give them more than just weekends offFridays Saturdays boys can stay home pop extra-buttery popcorn and sit in chairs on couches and watch porn

    girls could make incel permanent

                                          aside from the occasional want of penile penetration

Yes, Dorothy, there is such a thing as select male harems.

                                                              in addition to overtures the lucky boys will have to file a notary public clean bill of sexual health an STI test sexually transmitted infections which fortunately arent usually found in large ceramic or metal bowls of heavilybuttered lightlysalted POPcorn

    perhaps boys have forgotten sperm banks are filled-to-overflowing

their seed is unnecessary despite what they might think

very possible a hi-tech pleasure-performing turkey baster is replacing them

                                                                                once Master Basters of all-time

    very possibly  in the not-too-distant-future

                                                      say

TOMORROW   

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