15.4.18




NO POSTAGE
NECESSARY 
IF MAILED 
IN THE 
UNITED STATES

Business Reply Mail



no postage necessary

                     he was tempted to enclose no postage necessary envelopes in with his letters

he didnt worry about incurring postage for letters written him hed mean the envelopes as black comedy as dismal bitter jokes rarely did anyone reply to his lettershis entreats his simple communication  sharing

he fed a one-way machine

he had become a one-way machine to offset and minimise any hurt mete by not receiving replies to the queries in his handwritten letters

a defense

a rationale


he explained that when he wrote he vicariously spent time with his family and friends
                                                                                         one could suppose he brought it on himself by steadfastly refusing to staylive his life in the Midwest where his family and friends had remained  resided

had he anticipated the years of quiet ignoring

he still would have left


their unsayingtheir no-replies left him to have his way with them not caring whether or not he hurt their feelings bruised their sensibilities

he was brutally honest


even insult didnt provoke communication

they were definitely cut from a cloth unlike his



their absence provoked difficult thoughts

their carelessness invoked subtle violent thought
as screaming in an echo chamber incites one 

knowingly spilling spewing ones ire an spleen an venom
                                                         the idea being

get the shit out of ones system



his body naturally excreted its poison

the poison in his mind needed to be evacuated too

he just had to work to do it


like penance

like absolution



though he didnt need a middleman


1534,  Sunday,  8  4. 18
1249,  Sunday,  15  4. 18

14.4.18



hes lived awhile

escaped Vietnam

took a road trip after high school while the US military sent love notes to his parents address

they were unhappy with him  his parents

he was sure somewhere in militarys command that there were those who were unhappy with him too their panties tied in a knot but he was way way out of the loop incommunicado  that was easier in those days  

throughout his boyhood teen years he maintained a simple mantra that Mr Wappler a man who fought in World War Two shared with him as an eight year old  Its hard to hit a movin target he decided he wasnt going to stand in one place long enough for the military to even try to find him he figured they had their hands full of idiots who enabled themtook one step forward at induction One Small Step for Man, a Leap Jump How High? for the military  aw so he butchered Armstrongs quote he was sorry he did but all these inductees had to do was not step forward was the US really going to jail an entire generation of Americans he didnt think so   unfortunately he also thought that the eidgets he grew up with had played Army too long as boys an were itching to prove something to themselves that they thought killing another human being would do

after all we commanded the air  engaged the enemy – gooks -- with superior weaponry thats like driving today in Air-bagged an crash-engineered cars have an accident at 80 miles an hour you aint gonna die  more than 58,000 Americans died in Vietnamuntold North and South Vietnamese(but we didnt care about them did we? not ultimately) they got their names etched on a reflecting black granite wall   OhBoy!

it was plenty enough for him that he reflected all these years later on the war on all the known and unknown deaths
our species is pretty good at killing itself




awwell  that was nothing more than an aside


his then-unhappy parents were still alive they were an unmitigated treasure


he had a birthday and his parents sent him some money to do with as he wanted 

he called themthanked them then he asked if maybe they couldnt write him a check for a hunredthirty thousand a hunredfifty thousand  thought he might like to bed a porn star or a playmate  seemed to be the going-rate rate? rape

his maw said You’re such a kidder.  

his paw said If I had that kind of money I’d bed one myself. he had said that into the kitchen phone his mother had answered on the one downstairs in the rec roomthe laundry room just off it  she might have wrecked him had she overheard him  his old man lived dangerously

the treasure of having his parents when so many of his friends parents were dead was the old stories that hunkered down in his memory an needed only the slightest gentlest push to make them bolt upright awake fullfledged blossomed like brilliant phosphorescent and napalm bombs  utterly  relentlessly intact   fullbodied

his father bump was Homer Nelson

Homer was a buddy from around the neighbourhoodHumboldt Park that hung out at Jaleens ice cream shop

his father Homer another buddy Donny hit on a novelty

they never did anything about it but talk

he told his dad If youd only jumped then Id be the son of a multimillionaire

Billionaire, son.

Thats greed talkin dad  The ideas worth only a few cool million an you wouldve had to split it with Donny an Homer  It was a novelty like a Pet Rock  Youre smart enough to know to make your money an get the hell out of Dodge


Ah, youre probably right.

I am right  A million dollars when I was a kid would go a long long way

It would have.



their idea was to make a laxative out of chocolate-covered chicken feathers

itd tickle the shit out of you


they didnt even get around to naming it


1210,  Saturday,  14  4. 19

13.4.18



I dont mean to interruptI do  I mean  Im interrupting  but    what are you talking about  Youre talking about Tom Jones the singer  right

Yes. Tom Jones.

I thought so  although I think youre confused regarding the song you think he sang  I think youre referring to Mrs. Jonescant remember the exact title  Mrs. Jones we got a thing going on

I don’t think so. No. It wasn’t Mrs. Jones.  I don’t think he sang that song.  I think you might be wrong.

No
I remember now
The cover is Me and Mrs. Jones  

I think you’re wrong.  Papa. Could you please ask Siri?

Siri

Yes. Whenever we’re stumped we ask Siri.

Whos Siri a neighbour

they rolled their eyes at himand at once chorused  Siri? You don’t know Siri?

Repeating her name isnt telling me anything  I havent a clue

Papa picked up his smartphone and asked it Siri. Did Tom Jones ever singwhat did you say . .
. . Me and Mrs Jones                                                                                                            
Siri, did Tom Jones ever sing Me and Mrs. Jones?

Ohforcryinoutloud That thing on smartphones

Siri.

Voice recognition interloper an rat  squealer

What are you talking about?

You think Siris a one-way devisekeeps your Q an As to itself


Nothing’s happening. The insignathat little wheel keeps turning and turning.

Perhaps ask if Jones sang a cover of Me and Mrs. Jones

A cover?

Yes  A cover  Thats when a performer sings a song someone elses wrote an sang first  The original


Nothing’s happening.  Siri is ignoring me.

Might be because Im party to the inquiry  Machines and I dont get alongwe have a hate – hate relationship  I hate them they hate me  If it aint a hand tool we dont get along

This is the Age of Computers.

And I make do with them as little as possible

Papa.  He doesn’t even have a microwave.
You don’t have a microwave?

I got a range and an oven  Those have worked well for decades   I dont need a nuke in my kitchen irradiating me

That’s stupid.

Papa or notdont make judgments Those damn machines might be killing usthis goes back to an earlier conversation we had youll recall Moneys the root of all evil  You think microwave manufacturers care for us over money  I dont

Most everyone has microwaves.

Except me and Third World people who walk for hours every day for water collect it in pots then carry them back home  I take enormous comfort were striving to retain our humanity  Not perverted


Still nothing, Papa?

No. Apparently Siri isn’t working now.

Maybe they provide her coffee breaks let her refresh an cool her circuitry

Maybe.

Or maybe not User error  Thoughif I may  an observation  there are two things that encourage women to wear fresh clean panties  Going to see their doctors and Tom Jones

1740,  Saturday,  7  4. 18
1616,  Friday the Thirteenth,  April, 2018
Billy Paul  Me and Mrs. Jones  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYOQDnWFXYI
and what the hells wrong with these clowns  Hall and Oates  Bobby Caldwell  inhibited
I Can’t Go for That (No Can Do)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccenFp_3kq8
What You Won’t Do For Love  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gru4IfbKlfU


12.4.18




on a scrap of paper beneath Peter Thiels name beneath 1920 – Womans right to vote  their franchise
beneath Space or Seasteading he wrote and circled with an orange highlight pen
 
                                           and for generations yet to come/who arent coming/who cant come 


                                                                                                          it seemed dire

turning the paper over running his fingertips over the backs of his deliberate words he could feel the individual letters as if he were reading braille

                    seemed dire


he wondered what he was thinking when he wrote it



usually he could swing back on his notations and invoke recreate his intention or jest

typically it worked to his advantage


anxiously he looked for a datehe usually dated everything  he looked for anything that might hint at its context

he saw  Friday
             Dec 16

saw freesia was circled round and around and around in red ink  41.04 above it was circled only once 

Nusha 784-0415 no area code


they made sense  



his notations werent made last year  

they were made in 16

he was a long time from then

still

usually

he could grasp feathers or hair trailing the fleeing beast



and for generations yet to come/who arent coming/who cant come 


it ought toreally ought to shake up his brainpan

rather it was more like simply holding onto a quote  its dysphoria   its lethalness

he shook his head

the scrap of paper blurred and instead he saw what looked like vital signs monitored on a black screen  scrolling vacillating red lines and blips
that at oncesuddenly
go flat                              

dead lines

1503,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  4  4. 18
0944,  Thursday,  12  4. 18
Genesis  Twilight Alehouse  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NetKCTVFEA

11.4.18



                          Aah  Im back


after Speaker of the House Paul Ryan notified him and Vice-President Pence Nearer-to-Thy-God-to-Rule-the-World that he wasnt running for reelection cunt tweeted: “Speaker Paul Ryan is a truly good man, and while he will not be seeking re-election, he will leave a legacy of achievement that nobody can question. We are with you, Paul!”

OH yes they are
                   cunt and Pence may not be gone January 2019  but sometime in 2019  perhaps incarcerated in the same FPC minimum security prison   dapper in prison blues (a new Reality Show?)

1527,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  11  4. 18

6.4.18







trippin . . . for the next few days gang!



a week shy of Friday the 13th, 2018
“weird scenes inside the gold mine” baby

5.4.18



they had Spring Break  explicitly  March 30 – April 6  to take down and rebuild a fence around the Liberal Arts/Fine Arts/Performing Arts Junior High School grounds
the dates were posted on their marquee 

if the schools appellations were truly legit thered be no fences or gates

they would have taken them down and left them down


he was sorry he didnt bid the job
do the demolition
then walkoff
               the campus wasnt a campus  it was a compound a fucking jail


in regards to security you can splash cold water on your face bathe in hot water up to your chin for all its braying touting for the obsessed demands cried from the rooftops strategic highground  however security requires optimum occupancy forecasted TILT! that its to manage and maintain  specifically it needs an overview of Space to be contained
the hallways and rooms entries exits student unions timetables  intersections

he was astonished astounded when reading proposed architectural blueprints in the public domain that they werent unlike layouts devised for corporate meat factories which outraged him  he took particular umbrage of its terminology  the sanctifeyed death of kept animals  brazenly the blueprints brought to mind the dystopic horrific vision of Nazi death camps in Poland  Auschwitz-Birkenau Treblinka Majdanek Belzec Sobibor Chelmno thepopulaceswearingtheydidntknow each surrounded by fences and gates and walls keeping IN keeping OUT   Keeping
humans KEPT 

it made him physically ill

the inhumanity
                 and if one can vouchsafe the inhuman  the subhuman der Untermenschen is hardly a step behind or hidden in the shadows



he heard workers talkleaning on their shovels  maybe a break   maybe not

behind them on the playground he saw a yellow backhoe pallets stacked with machined posts and picketedpanels a laser on a tripod for aligning and fixing post depths the neat circumstances of incarcerationOH!  protection he couldnt turn it off if he tried  all he could see from the construction drawings was a cool rationale commonsense  a precise alignment connecting A to B to C to D to E to Ffucked



he hoped the kids and the teachers and the staff were enjoying a memorable Spring Break  hed had a fantastic string through college not all of it was clear Fort Lauderdale two pairs of sandy panties an English sailors cap a black eye

he couldnt get those behind bars
    

1442,  Monday,  2  4. 18
1034,  Twosday,  3  4. 18
(Can you see) The Real Me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5z0MuKxfZc

4.4.18



cunt demands loyalty


Putin detestscant forgive betrayal


these miscreants are barking up the same tree
                                                an while they paw cunt is creamin in his drawers at the prospect of entertaining Putin at the White HouseNO  no  what did he say Ahyes “ . . to keep this incredible house, or building, or whatever you want to call it, because there is really no name for it, it is . . special . . and we keep it in tip-top shape, we call it sometimes tippy-top shape, and it is a great, great place.”
Whatever you want to call it  Jesuschrist
                                        cunts creamin in his a jeans almost as much as he is at the prospect of having a military parade through the street of Washington, D. C.  military funding this year is $700B               
Not that the military cant afford ithuh he must think

1348,  Twosday,  3  4. 18
1259,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  4  4. 18
1021 days remaining or less
get a load of the Easter Bunnys face https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dhgn03mXD-A

3.4.18



                       rosebud


                                        not the name uttered by a dyin old man hint  not capitalised


rosebud

       unfurling under his face before his eyes under his fingers a young womans nether unfurling under his tongue and teeth his gentle mouthings

he inhales her amorous scent its white phosphorous heat spice pheromone high pollen dribbling clear sweet nectar
its edges deepening to redsuffused with trembling hot bloodsoftly bruised  pleasantly irritated


she writhed  and sighed  her unfurling didnt stop 

it began to envelope her

he had a hand under her fannythe other at her thigh he could feel her muscles quiver shiver  he felt them relax  painlessly her femur went slack  flexible   cartilaginous  gasping she whippedtwisted her legs like tentacles around himover his shoulders clutching him tightly

she had had him by the hairsubtly directing himguiding him to her pleasure under his mouth and tongue her hands kneading his head her fingers twined and wound in his hair  she made soft guttural sighs sounding like soft bubbles percolating through a viscous organic mud bathsuddenly as he felt her legs transform she jerked and spasmed she pulled his hair but only for a moment then he could feel her fingers turn into petals anemone feelers  beckoners
feeders      


her unfurling didnt stop

it consumed herturning her inside out

an oysterlike rosebud           

glistening

iridescent

pink marbled with gentleshades of purple softviolet  trembling mauve skeins

turning under his face

slipping out of his arms his grasp 


growing smaller



then utterly transformed



he cupped her roiling coloured body in his hands and staggered over to his 220 saltwater aquarium  immersed her 

she sank fluttering  similar to a jelly  

she remained iridophoric glistening   reflective 


then sunk to the sandy bottom she whiled her way along it to a conchshell and inhabited it


he did not see her for a long time 


he assumed he missed her forays into the tank




then one evening  in the honeycoloured lighting of sunset bathing his room he saw a diminutive foot appear at the mouth of the conchshell her slick roiling pinkness followed and began to unfurl  
                                                                  unfurl
unfurl  unfurling
                      unfurlingunfurling  a Venus growing
emerging

           he clasped her like a babe in his arms lifted her from the tank and laid her on the bed where last she was whole 

where she became whole again

wily again

when she spoke she asked You remember

he did
      she asked him after they met and had known each other for a bit                                    

could he keep a secret
         
         

very early Friday morning, still dark,  9  3. 18
1154,  Monday,  2  4. 18