16.12.15



the woman was miserable
                                            visibly anguished

tho knowing what he knew he couldnt concur


it was a miserable she made  an her attempts to drag others into it was obscene


she said   --   an never known to curb her tongue   --   assigning it as it was by her righteousness   --  because of course she knew better   --   her sons were assholes who thought only with their dicks
(they dont make mothers like that anymore)


* * * *


Harsh  --  someone might think  --  for a mother to say of her sons
 
but then what  --  if taken in its overall scheme  --  what did that say about the woman who raised those sons

if they were assholes

if they thought with their dicks


then what  or how  might their formation allude to her as their mother(not that that would occur to her)

did it reveal a deficiency or defect in her mothering


her remark was unfortunate  preposterous    he believed sexually-repressed


her misery was affected because her sons refused her words any credence

it seemed since they made lives for themselves  were adults

why would she bother herself of their sexuality when they wouldnt consider hers

the fine zesty pleasure of sex was a natural condition

unless  of course  one wasnt happy in their own sexuality

an why would a mother concern herself derive such abject disgust if it had nothing whatsoever to do with her

neither son left a trail of bastards or broken despondent relationships

they didnt pay prostitutes

they didnt masturbate ceaselessly to streaming XXX porn neglecting their obligations


No


it seemed her animosity was miserable because her words were unheeded

her tyranny exposed  an meaningless

her morality unshared

concerns  unnatural


he felt badly for her


she had been with the same man since before she was eighteen

one of her daughters married on her eighteenth birthday  divorced  an since had no affections towards another or had taken a man into her bed(pleasing her mother terribly)

her other sons presumably not assholes survived in cowed marriages dutiful to their wives wants an words  those which easily could have been dubbed from their mothers mouth


miserable  anguished      accurate

it was a condition she foisted on herself and neednt look any furthur for assholes than the one reflected in her vanitys mirror or in her utterly acquiescent husband  their father  who without saying a word remaining silent conceded to her skewed manifestations


Youd think he thought shed have better things to mire herself in that what she thought her sons sexual pleasures were


* * * *


when she made her classic remark of her unmarried sons  one widowed  they were 61 an 46


he would have thought the sexual revolution of the 60s should have piqued her puerile interests 
 
which shouldnt have festered this long unattended

that its hard seething Fury
                                            festooned with naked bodies daubed with dayglo-paint orgies spraying Roman candles bottle rockets fantastic fevered fireworks languid lazy streamers aflutter colored confetti an spasmed arching jiz
might have made her look just a bit harder

not desensitise her


but then she was a married woman mothering seven children



he tried to imagine what time she would have had   but stopped

he wasnt going to give her any rope or a leg up

                                                                                  it was her problem                                              

 

   
1426,  Twosday,  8  12. 15
 2202,  Twosday,  8  12. 15

15.12.15



alcohol
              his convenient drug of choice

if he inconvenienced himself  hashishan if he really inconvenienced himself   opium


but those accesses an excesses an lifestyle dried up when he went north an averred to the bloodlust of living off the land
a lifestyle he recognised he innately possessed  made himself wonder if he hadnt been a plainsman or mountain man in a previous life or lives
 
they were shorter then

violent

he may have stuffed young fistfuls in



his violence shimmered just under his skin

a violence he called on  counted on  when others seemed not prone to it

it could be his answer to every problem he ever encountered


he didnt threaten it

it shone defiantly in his eyes

made others uncomfortable


he was cream on milk

when things became tenuous

he found himself at the front

unconcerned that those well behind him wouldnt have his back

that he would have to provide cover for their clumsy escape


he  unknown to them  was dependent on the adage assigned to the fastest

he needed only to pass the slowest

few were as fast as he


it is Natures Way


nevertheless
                       a violence percolated just under his skin   permeated his reptilian brain




alcohol
              where this began
was copious  readily convenient
 
an even more delicious when it wasnt on his dime


he attributed his northern lifestyle to a southern friend who was bred from a family of exceptional moonshiners who should have gone legit then

he encouraged him

told him he could make a killing

been ahead of the herd who now comprised todays craft markets


But  southern man replied drunkenly looking down the long barrel of a 12gauge he stuck in his face
        Im simple Im only enthusiastic about making my lightnin


it seemed no matter his drug preference inevitably someone stuck a gun in his face without good reason


inebriation     wonderful   blessed   euphoric     always incurs risks

  


1333,  Monday,  7  12. 15
2327,  Monday,  7  12. 15
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