20.1.17



since I had to suffer the day-by-day media countdown from yakidocks election to his inauguration

I think its only fitting to begin one of my own until he leaves(fingers crossed itll be sooner)

there are 1461 days until 20 January 2021
 

Friday,  2047,  20  1. 17
find a copy of The Beatles 1966 Revolver album and play Good Day Sunshine



THY BENZ


THY BENZ
fuck  really

whadhe make of that

THY BENZ on a license plate

on a silver 4-door sedan

he didnt make the model he wasnt inclined to pay attention to Benzs their insignas were sufficient to inspire his distastelike a loogie stuck in his mouth until he could courteously spit

the couple were walking up on it after they came out of a Rite-Aid  maybe Viagra maybe a douche


ladies first 
       she looked like a hooker  unsavory  although being blonde didnt help her case in his eyes

the man looked a skeaze the kind who would enjoy a cheap hooker

that said
      she was probably his wifehe often mistook women feted by fat men                            

then he supposed that to have the whole of it he ought to admit they were white
THY BENZ


whad he make of that eyesore


they rolled out of the parking lot took a suddenleft forcing oncoming traffic to brake then streakedright across traffic lanes without a directional to make the El Camino Car Wash on the west side of the street manned by a slew of smallish Mexicans
Wash THY BENZ

it was a rural town

THY could go places

34 churches servicing a population of 20000 thereabout(do the math)


within a stones throw of his place if he could throw like he once did were four churches

there wasnt a synagogue or temple

the town wasnt either loquacious or intellectual

God was bleached-whiteMake no mistake

Christ shimmered even whiter

not that he was offended or affected

you have to be believe to be either
THY BENZ

      possessed by a fat middle-aged man a made-up hooker her mouth smeared with bright red lipstick
THY BENZ

God bestowed  the fat man might say


he reminded him of a kid from high school Russ whose daddy gave him a bright yellow Olds 442 black-stripe accents and a gas creditcard on his sixteenth birthday

a lot of the girls wanted a ride from Russ

the lot he wouldnt have considered asking out even prior




it was this kind of shit that kept him yearning for every new day because he knew somehow hed see something that would belie hed seen it all or there was nothing new in the world

it was this kind of shit he relished impeccably





1303,  Saturday,  14  1. 16



                     . . . . my Condolences to the witted  and the slow-witted eventually catching up


0732,  Anti-Inaugural Day/Friday,  20  1. 17