of Oscar Wildes luminous quotes this was his favorite

                                           We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessity

Wilde wrote it in his Picture of Dorian Gray that Lippincotts Monthly Magazine published in 1890

1890  sobering   One hundred and twentysix(126) years ago

he blatantly refashioned it to shove Wildes keen insight down peoples throats(hoping theyd choke)

We live in an age when unneccessarry things are our only necessity

he mused what Wilde might have thought if he hung on until to-day   and well shit October 1854  he would have had to exhibit some mindblowing serious hand strength                                          

One hundred and sixtytwo years(162 – a nice flipflop -- some symmetry)

and why not
          why shouldnt Wilde have had a shot to face down some of those Biblical characters  his guess Wilde wouldnt have wasted his time begottin  not that he wouldnt have been fuckin

Adam stretched out for 930 years(Genesis 5:5)

Enoch  365 years(Genesis 5:23)

Methuselah  969 years(Genesis 5:27)

Hell even Noah turned 950 years old(he was 600 when he survived The Flood and while he lived 350 years afterwards Biblical ages successively and precipitously fell off  --  Hmm)

Enosh(already) lived 905 years(Genesis 5:10)

there were obviously some heavy-hitters from Christianitys Old Testament(mirroring the Jewish Tanakhs first book)

but to curiously top off the scoops of that Sundae with whipped cream a cherry and chopped walnuts was Irish Archbishop James Ussher who deduced in 1650 that Creation recorded in Genesis --  when the Lights came on  --  happened October 23 4004 B.C. at nine o’clock in the morning  while the Jews determined October 22 of that same year  at six o’clock in the evening

Werent they splitting hairs

how nneccessarry was this information(misinformation)

Fabulists he decided and confirmed his deicide liberally informed his defect and desire to retake his soul from the Roman Catholic Church that his parents thoughtlessly and carelessly deposited in their Keep

he was a Kept man long enough and expected the Church would react to him wanting to take his soul back as the NRA might when regarding their guns:  Ill give you my gun when you pry it from my cold dead hands

his soul wasnt his parents to give away

he had a buddy who was born stricken during Chicagos '53 polio epidemic whose doctors believed his death was imminent  his parents grabbed two strangers from the waitingroom outside Delivery anointed them godparents and baptised him fearing he would die  his soul unable to journey to Heaven

thats a bit extreme isnt it  condemning an innocent

his buddy Bobby survived and never challenged the Church for his soul or probably ever conceived of it because he had his hands full growing up with his disabilities and died young

they went to Church together as teenagers but that was more for their Sunday breakfast afterwards at the House of Pies and the girls in their Sunday finery being coquettish in their presence and the prying eyes of their suspicious parents

they had too much fun ogling the girls while their parents quietly interrogated them  Do you know those boys
Who are those boys

they didnt care squat it was Sunday and furthur they didnt care because the girls they eyeballed were primped and the prim and proper ones who no matter how goodlooking and they were goodlooking werent in their league or would they want to be in theirs

they liked girls they could run around with and have fun  Mungo Jerry* playmates

there was another reason he wanted his soul back

it occurred to him that his soul might be something of a googolplex-byte memory recording that could be downloaded or played when he croaked and by Rights it wouldnt be his not his to Play rePlay run-back or play backwards for the thrill of it for his own delight
                    a magenificent consciousness--unconsciousness dvd writ by his life

it was probably hinged on the same reason why he wasnt leaving his body to science that some muthafucker might come along desecrate his remains filch his skull so they could have it as a paperweight or burn candles down on top of it as he did  incited by Shakespeares Alas poor Yoricks speech he had it down pat memorized(he was mesmerised)

"I knew him well a fellow of infinite jest of most excellent fancy He hath borne me on his back a thousand times and now how abhorred in my imagination it is My gorge rises at it Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft Where be your gibes now Your gambols Your songs Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar Not one now to mock your own grinning Quite chapfallen Now get you to my ladys chamber and tell her let her paint an inch thick to this favor she must come Make her laugh at that"

Nope

nobody was going to rob his skull flense him dismember him leave his arms and legs on a shelf beneath his torso laying on a rolling dissection gurney raced up and down basement hallways by some cretin or loser of a campus drinking game

Nope

Unneccessarry

  

Day-between-Two-Ts afternoon,  31  8. 16

1146, Thursday,  1  9. 16

Lifespans in Genesis  http://www.bible-history.com/old-testament/lifespans.html

* In the Summertime  Mungo Jerry   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG0oBPtyNb0

standing at its threshold at the end of a long hallway looking inside it appeared an ascetics bed

a sharp rectangle standing on a bare oakslat floor

the floor shone with an inner honeylight when struck by sunlight through the window

handworked with polish buffed with a cottoncloth

rolled dust never to gather in the room

the bed was bound in fresh-cleaned sheets laid over with a clean woven blanket at its head a hard pillow

beside it stood a boxy chest

under the window a steamer trunk

there were no bedstands or lamps 

overhead was a common lighting fixture

blinds hung in the window 

there were no curtains

there were no adornments hanging on the walls or a crucifix a rood bearing a twist of dried palm

if it wasnt for the bed in it the room would have begged for one and for an occupant to fill it with some kind of life

he saw to it his life happened outside the bed room 

it was strictly a separate place to sleep to be unoccupied

when he retired he left his occupations outside it and slept like an untroubled babe

the room was imbued with sleep

he fixed it that way within four short years

they probably could have been less if one other occupation didnt enter

sex

the room had to share

if it hadnt perhaps it could have been imbued with sleep in two years

appearing an ascetic and being one were cries far apart

he was inconvertible

                                 

he hadnt the dire imagination to imagine a zealous ascetic clutching a dangling knout then lashing himself chasing from his body and mind his animalistic lusts unholy distractions or intrusions

and being inconvertible

                   he heard the ghosts who must have been very old who had forgotten a filled bathtub amplified sound  and as he laid in it his ears underwater their hesitant footsteps sounded over the beating of his heart

they sounded loud enough that he opened his eyes again and again to see if they werent standing over him curiously looking trying to decipher his quiet recline nearly submersed

or perhaps they were overt and simply wanted their presence acknowledged 

otherwise they were invisible to him

the best he managed was that he sensed their presence

later it occurred to him that if they were older ghosts they were probably ignorant of the tub in the house

he understood that outdoors there once was a trough fed by a handpump where nearby a firepit was stoked a cauldron hung above it was filled with water and when heated it could be swung on an iron arm over the trough and dumped

the older ghosts may never have bathed in the house

a trough indoors in a separate room would be curious

so maybe he shared the house with ghosts who were like cats

except for their heavy feet

sometimes they breathed heavy 

like excited children hiding playing a game of hide and seek

it also seemed that he and they was partial to beeswax candles

when distilling the occupations from his mind to retire to bed he enjoyed painting the dark livingroom or sitting room walls with their flickering butterlight

a glass of whisky

visualising

sighed

usually then he and the ghosts retired 

their détente deliberated

Monday afternoon,  29  8. 16

0940,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  31  8. 16