--   Dont touch me again wid yer cold handsJeezus

--   Dont touch you with my cold hands

--   Ya deaf ya heard me Dere cold

--   Its 62degrees in the house  Fall  What do you expect

--   Then wear gloves Keep yer hands warm Or dont touch me
Aint physics smart guy

--   I think youre getting ahead of yourself

You dont dictate anything

--   Not dictatin not dictatin  Whos da prick here

Not dictatinChrist get down off yer high horse  or whores    Which I fergit

--  You talk big

--   Aint small

Ya ought to be grateful

All the top shelf items to choose from before ya were born  an goin oud da door ya casually grabbed one from da second ta top shelf

Ya could have been a porn star

--   You wanted to be a porn star

--   We couldve been a porn star

Pornographys big stuff  da rage wid all da lilboys

--   Warped little boys you mean

--   Warped

--   Cued up  they view women as toys to be played with

--   Now ya thinkin

Why dont ya get a lil woman to turn me out instead of touchin me with yer cold hands

--

--   Cat got yer tongue

--   No  Amazed is all

--   Amazed  Bullshit        Commonsense 

--   Wow

--   Wow

Save it

Cut me some slack  thats all eym askin

--   Asking  Saying
 

Dictating

--   Yad think dictatin

in regards ta who ey am

is utterly appropriate

Touchin me wid yer cold hands

Yer an idiot

--   Idiot 

 

Got my brains off the top shelf

--   Well ya aint all dat  Top shelf brains in yer genetic hold aint really braggin rights

--   Been more than sufficient

--   Not comparatively

Bottom of da top third in yer class an ya had ta work like a muthafucker for dat

--   Bright class

--   It were

But thousands of other classes of the same year

Big fish in little ponds

In the big ocean

Fuckin average

--   Better than average

--   Okay  begrudgingly  eyll give ya dat

But den   yer talkin ta me

Aint ya

--   You ought to shut up

--   Eyll shaddup when ya quit fondlin me wid yer cold hands 

--   I wasnt fondling you

--   You do

--   I do

But then you aint complaining

--   Yer hands aint cold den

So figure sumptin out   Yer sposed da be da bright guy   Yeh

--   Pricks

                (always got something foul to say)

1407,  Sunday,  2015

2143,  Sunday,  2015

King confides hell back Cruz

the Iowan Ignoramus selects(then he paused   because King has been elected to Congress since 2003 and currently serves the majority of three-quarters of a million people   an obvious(oblivious) majority   many other ignoramuses)

King anoints Texas senator Rafael Cruz: “The answer to (all) my prayers”*

he referred to Cruz as American Sleaze

it is funny how people of the same generation are so different

he never got mired in God shit never had to sit on the curb digging it out from between his sole and heel with a stick or scuffing it off and its retching miasmic scent on the parkway grass or cinder ash alley

                                                                                                                                            never 

his grandmother his mothers mother definitely wanted Church for him his parents were inclined(although motivated by his grandmothers insistence  they lived with her  and for it he learned quite early understood leverage  coercion  intimidation  without knowing the words for them  --  Amen)

in addition to social conservative King American Sleaze also enjoys the backing of anti-gay pastor Kevin Swanson** and anti-abortion Operation Rescues head Troy Newman***

thus are the snapping jaws of Sleazes hydra  its teeth gnashing eyes rolling enormous skulls unsteady at the end of long pale necks too scabrous and thin to touch without risk of kinking them

so is a manifest portion of the Right   their upper lips stained red moustaches from imbibing their Kool-Aid

  

1414,  Day between-Two-Ts,  25  11. 15

1321,  Sunday,  29  11. 15

* http://www.nbcnews.com/politics/2016-election/ted-cruz-picks-key-iowa-endorsement-n464226

**  http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show/watch/anti-gay-pastor-event-hosts-3-gop-candidates-563178051820   (beginning at the 5:57 minute-mark)

***  http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/cruz-ducks-questions-about-religious-radicals-574539331709

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2015/11/25/1454299/-Rep-Steve-King-Muslim-immigrants-are-incompatible-with-Americanism

When he tired  when put his pen down the words in his head howled in protest 

 

they wanted out desperately wanted out of their dingy confines(who didnt) 

        

they didnt want to serve him or his sentences 

 

yet worse  they knew the only way out was through him 

the warden the wordsmith the keyskeeper

 

they also knew he couldnt be cajoled

because if he could  they were every word known to man and not one had ever succeeded getting out without going through him

he wasnt a brutish man he understood them better than they thought he did

  

though he didnt waste his time explaining such or acknowledging their jeers

their bitter confinement was no different than his

but they had away out

they could be reprieved

he could only put his pen down to rest then the following day pick it up and write again

he had no choice hence why he tweaked words made new words wrote write wriote

he referred to himself as a wrioter and had always preferred wrioting to communicate despite its easier spontaneous forms

because often those words didnt say what they truly wanted to communicate

 

often they were ugly

more often they were thoughtless

when he communicated  in black and white  he sought to say exactly what he wanted to say had thought his words through exercised them so he didnt have to retract them

he stood behind them

they stood behind him

symbiotic simpatico

                                  against the uttered and fingered words that took on a force and life of their own animating their speaker and fingerers minds loosening their tongues the queer sparks nearer and nearer tempting their dry tinder

words that ran ahead of themselves lathered aerated(erratic)

 

once they thought they could make a break

saw that the walls were high and dissipated into a mauve an azured roil above their heads

the earth hard

they couldnt dig into it

it chipped

then one day the miasma cleared and they saw the circular walls ran up as one and formed a dome

they realised they were not inmates

they were enclosed

and he

 

              he verged on becoming their reluctant god

   

   

0004,  Monday,  23 11. 15

1209,  Monday,  23  11. 15