If he needs a third eye he just grows it *

                                                                    huhmm  Idve thought he would have been born with it

nee with a conscience a critical mass or perception of himself beyond himself  a turgid bubble of skin  bota  body  bobbing in the wash and wave of our oceanic existence which one day will go over the sharp edge of the world  split freefall  spinning 

                             wherever it may

tho which he assured himself was yet another crazy path a dashed-line coming off a wild bees fanny in its enthusiastic panic after pollen

 

still   this cat apparently had the option to grow one

perhaps it is akin to those worrisome concerns some daddies have that their sons grow a pair

which should not be a concern to any father

theirs ought to be turned onto themselves an of their own clutch purse

once an amniotic sack of either sex is ruptured emptied  the yolk is indelibly its own

later defined by its ability  or not  to fend off the influences(foulings) of Nuture(their Nature set)

he could close his eyes  or not  an deftly experience the tumult of his memories

pull a skein from his messily-wrapped ball  finger the crude knots he fashioned to secure its stop-gaps when he discovered realeyesed things were coming unbound
unfounded  fictive

 

an while he believed it was necessary an healthy there is fiction in ones life  that fiction has a place

but it has to be parsed an separated from that which is true

like opinion it cannot supplant facts or the truth

he understood that early but not definitively until at the hands of an epiphany he suffered while riding in the back of an open pick-up truck on a dusty dirt road

  

beside it was a brilliant green-grass field edged by a stark three-chord barbed-wire fence

 

on it hung a weathered hand-painted sign

TRESPASERS WILL BE VIOLATED

he couldnt imagine the kinds of violation there was to be had at the hands of illiterati

it chilled him to his very core

it is the hard-core Truth one takes over the edge into their freefall

Fiction is cowardly  It wouldnt dare take that jump

          

It would however  sit nearby enjoying a generous vantage point eat bon-bons an watch as you left

0933,  Twosday,  12  1. 16

* 1965  Bob Dylan from his Can you please crawl out your window?

while wrioting listened to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXFZRS87g24&list=PLwhRKJUIQxKCaV9tCaKuVtTx5lJKUHKb6&index=1

  

books

             mebbe ya know how it is with books

like women an men or men an women

                                                                  ya pick em up an try em out

they capture yer attention

some ya hadnt a fuckin clue wha it was ya were thinkin

an dropped em like a handful of attractive wicked nettles  slight invisible needles stuck in yer skin   irritatin

thats how books were to him

                                                intriguin

he gave em half-a-chance to despoil their intrigue on their own

he was readin Open Veins   --   more notorious an eyewidenin if he said it that way   --   than completing the title

of Latin America   because the United States didnt give a rats ass about its southern hemisphere any more than Europe cared for Africa  except to steal what they could   did he say steal  No  that was incorrect  Rape  under their heels an large-bore weaponry  their Imperial jurisdicktion  he didnt believe their moral compasses kicked in or questioned   Should I  because I can?  it was answered centuries ago  answered racially  religiously  an if the indigenous people were worth their salt wouldnt their God or Gods have stopped them  it remained hard on him to imagine these white people beget an raised children an yet fucked to the eyeballs other peoples children because they deemed them lesser an undeserving

when he said he was reading Open Veins   he couldnt help but watch their salacious reactions  craven  unfurl like coloured flowers to the warm sunlight

he restrained himself to explain an let them do the talking

Was it about suicide

No  Genocide

they didnt get it  or even cared(they may have knew him too well)  an their interest waned

Wait Wait Dont you want to hear

No  they didnt

they didnt even want to play the thought experiment that occurred to him three pages into the book

                                                                                                                                                                    Imperialism

for all he knew they may have thought thats what European countries did

never America or Americans

who may have been culled or tamed if Inians had killed the late 16^th Century European intruders as soon as they set foot in the Atlantic Oceans shallows

slaughtered them wholesale

no good deed goes unpunished

he would have wondered outloud to their diminishing backs as they walked away  the Louisiana Purchase  the whole of Manifest Destiny: Texas acquired during the American-Mexican War(despite our preference of the Mexican-American War a tepid suggestion that Mexico initiated the conflict   --   but alas Conquerors write History)  the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo acquiring the whole of California    the overthrown of Hawaiis Queen Lili’ uokalani    the Philippine-American War  ditto   Nothing to see here Move it along

so much of America revolves around Its seeing and unseeing   were particularly adept(entitled)

an seemingly  particularly  gutless

his thought experiment came as he read Galeano and wondered where does Imperialism go when its exporting becomes difficult   --   wouldnt it internalise itself:  The strength of the imperialist system as a whole rests on the necessary inequality of its parts . . . the oppressor . . . gets steadily richer in absolute terms   --   and much more so in relative terms   --   through the dynamics of growing disparity

huh  if that didnt sound like the inequality occurring inside the United States he didnt know what did

yet he couldnt sway a thoughtful or curious discussion outright because he was talking(or braying) at the backs of his departing friends and neighbours who apparently hadnt the time(or luxury) to hear or hazard to debate refute or agree with his perception(argument)

books

its too bad he couldnt magically incite one to life

probably because if he did he would seek out more and more books and one at a time flip them into existence and they would terminally supplant those earthlings he once struggled very hard to encourage befriend and talk with

hed have to be very careful to turn more than a few Romance novels to assure himself carnal pleasures

yes  sex occurs in the brain

but its really zesty when it happens to ones body

Lights! 

 

Cameras! 

 

Mirrors! 

 

Action! 

1330,  Friday,  8  1. 16 

 2255,  Friday,  8  1. 16 (went 333,555 in Digger to-day)