10.10.18

Jamal Khashoggi



Washington Posts Jamal Khashoggi is missing  -- and if you have any kind of civic or political conscience youd know Trumps animosity towards Jeff Bezos and Bezoss ownership of the Washington Postyoud know Trumps feeling regarding the FAKE News
                         the FAKE PRESIDENT damns the Fourth Estate   

2210,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  10. 18



glancing ahead over the top of his bookeyes only he didnt raise his chin he saw a small black object hovering  it hovered threefour metres above the recentpoured white strip of concrete sidewalk he walked on 

Black bird dont hover he thoughtNo  Hummingbirds arent that large
                                                                       then  asif feeling his eyes on it the thing seemingly doveducked between two parked white pickups topped by ladder racks that faced him on the street

he was fascinatedmesmerised  he walked asif he were an automaton eyes staring forward trying to discern what it was that he sawwhat it was he had the fortune of seeing

he ofttimes happened on situations hed rather not have witnessed a uniformed security man berating a backpacker a young man Move along, muthafucker! You try an mess with me I’ll fuck you upI’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Muthafucker. then following him into the parking lot away from the shopsthe Starbucks like a dog on a bone   Bitch. Yaint findin someone better than me. the man hurried the woman walking in front of him she wiped at tears in her eyes Yare mine, yare lucky I find ya worthwhile, yare lucky I let you suck my cockthat I feed ya.  Cunt.  he pressed up behind herpoked her in the back with his finger asif it were a gun and followed her into a 99¢ Only Store

people thinkif theyre thinking at all in any given moment that other people are unaware or arent listening to them are oblivious of their words and provocation 

itd be hard to explain away coldcocking a couple of unsuspecting cocksuckers hed have to take time and creatively provoke themdraw their ire in order to batter them senseless because they deserved senselessness  

a security guard thinking hes an authority

a bully in the moment forgetting hes not shoving a woman around



whatever it was hid momentarily which made him think it was alive  a being
                                                                                  then it emergedrolling on the street pavement tumbling like a black funnellike a man on fire trying to suffocate flamesquiet the hot clinging ash

it rolled and rolled and rolledthen collapsed when it struck the tall stone curb on the opposite side of the street

his curiosity got the better of him it usually did he angled brusquely into the streetangling behind a woman at the wheel of a Mercedes who glared at him abruptly as easily might have screamed unchaste Stay the hell out of my way! motorists were impatient they had places to see people to do no thats not right places to go people to see things to do it seemed the more he walked from place to place rather than driving people behind the wheel resented himresented that he was on footimpeding them Get a car, ya bum! asif they hadnt a single moment to waste or hesitate librate be restrained perhaps they never heard All work and no play makes Jack or Jill a dull boy or girl dull and antagonised countenances glared at him  and in his imagination he thought theyd make serious studies for death masks 

death masks

shrouds

it was black plastic

                  a small torn crushed black plastic curio bag tossed aside and with its sudden freedom escaped it stretched its nonexistent batwingsits nonexistent legs for a last inanimate hurrah 

it seemed to be having a bit of fun at the expense of those who werent enjoying their animationsuffered tedium and boredom
           Ya po big brained beasts      

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1655,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  10. 18
John Zorn  Cycles Du Nord (24:59 minute-mark) of Music for Children  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hL7NZVOCfU



28 Days
          the name of an authentic zombie film   Later  28 Days Later  however also the name of a Republican hustle tactic that were going to hear droned over the next four weeks hoping that it can circumvent scads of their illadvised policy decisions

theyre whipping it like a dead horsestoking it MOB RULE!

That’s what it is, MOB rule.

Com on manJesus  wipe the spittle off your chinuse your handkerchief  mobdrool  a viscous phlegmy mobdrool 


he didnt think it was a rational or reasonable strategy to hang their hats on

they seem to disregard that this mob they finger are potent enthusiastic aspirants of the American electorate which in light of and by numerous national polls suggest the mob is a majority of Americans

Republicans seamyngly want to ride roughshod over tenets of the Constitution  but until they can defame and deform and defile and overthrown it  the Constitution an imperfect document hence its 27 too bad it wasnt 28 Amendments ratified by the States is the Law of the Land and Republicans will have to recognise the peoples right to Freedom of Speech their right to Assemble

it is an Inconvenient Truth they would prefer not to contend with

so they whip their base  charge mobdrool  incite fear of raging Left lunaticks  hyperbolic enemies of the Republic 



the Left is not going quietly into the night

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0021,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  10. 18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoL6a37d1Rg  apparently  as burns the windmill so burns down the White House

9.10.18

Mister



You ought to shaddup.
Pardon me

I don’t care for what you’re saying. You’re crossing lines that you know are triggerpoints with me.

Your triggerpoints ought to have some skin on them by nowsome kind of calluses  Youre pretty sensitive for someone who passiveaggressively attacks other peoples thinking  You think youre sacrosanct or something

I’m telling you watch your mouth

Or


. . .

Nothing


. . .

Crazy For having such a big mouth you have nothing to say when confronted You havent explanations reasons  You stand tightmouthed like your mouth was sewn shut and you look so so terribly hurt when someone confronts you But then thats probably a tact youve been taught  you offend and then are terribly offended when someone comes back at you  Well youve learned your lessons wellyou adhere to them and think it plays well before seeing eyes before smartphones that youve probably staged put in motion Youve learned how to point fingers cry Poor me! Look! Im a victim! See how awful they treat me


Nothing


You have a big mouth.

Oh Ouch   Did I do it right


. . .

Ill have you recall if your peanut is big enough to retain short term memory this moment began when I said  I digress


Your digressions turn into transgressions; you offend me.

Po baby You misunderstand me My words arent transgressionsno theyre aggressions and you can be grateful my aggression is only communicated in words
And if my words bruise you  thats too fucking bad

I dont carry apologises

Any more than your ilk believes in compromise


. . .

Smart man Keep your mouth shut  None of your kind are around Its you and me
Terrible to have to stand up one on one


shaking his head  Just not the cut of your cloth
    

1441,  Thursday,  4  10. 18
1334,  Twosday,  9  10. 18

8.10.18


he thought Trump requesteddemanded a mobile escalator for Air Force One  for Continuity he might insist  but likely so that he didnt pull a Gerald Fordflop down its steps 

one must appreciate there are more steps descending Air Force One than Miss Universe has to negotiate while showing off her tiara on a Russian catwalk

1057,  Monday,  8  10. 18
Presidential tripidation (yes  spelled correctly)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-6ZYKN8dBg

screed


human beings are so fucking imaginativehe had to hand it to someone  he wished he could hand it in toto to its Maker  but then thats the beauty of anonymity they cant be held responsible for their actions and likely prefer not being held responsible for their actions or made to hold it firmly in their hands  whosoevers beauty this was probably wasnt going to return to the scene of the crime ahno they werent  unfortunately he was led by chance to bear witness to their asswork he wasnt tempted to say handiwork their hands had nothing to do with it except wipe their ass  for by the trajectory of the spatter its physics was quite remarkable it appeared to his unpractised eyes that they had been unsteady shiftingmotioning while shitting and by its exceptional arc of splash and spatter it flowing over three concrete steps he had confidence the Maker walked off with beads and bits clinging to their slacks  

it wasnt the repose of a scantilyfed human

                                             seamyngly some individual happened upon a weal to feed from  there were numerous fastfood joints and small local restaurants in the immediate vicinity and for expediency he thought it unlikely they secured their trash  foodstuff is foodstuff  Beggers cant be choosers. that was a line his father used on him and his siblings if they complained about dinner about not wantingsay  potato pancakessay squashsay eggplant parmesan You dont have to eat. hed say You can be excused. he often thanked his fatherthanked his mother for making the food and excused himself rather to go hungry than eat something that didnt appeal to him he was shocked years later when he relented had the same food found someone prepared it better than his mother she was a very good cook it was a revelation meatloaf without a can of Campbells Tomato Soup poured over it thickcut liver to thin leathersole liver topped with sliced cheddarcheese  or maybe his palate changed when he was older  or sex or love had enthused him no matter however he still relished the dinners they had of organ meat and was happily surprised to discover that he and Mexicansdespite their geographieshe was Slavic was thrilled by the same organs


someone was novel
                     he used that stairway as egress from the citys library every other day its angular flow of concrete  the sharp step by sharp step between three different landings before reaching the sidewalk at street side  having been in construction he considered every time he used it what a pain in the ass it had to have been to excavate fashion the forms pour and finish not a desirable gig but the break in its relief was obvious it howled something was afoot afoulsomething was very different from its usual complexion

whoever shat on the steps scattered dried pine needles clutched through the railing at their left to disguise the toilet paper and diarrhea
 
too bad they didnt think to move two feet to their right and shit in the dirt


possibly some sort of statement

possibly Im homeless.

possibly Look what you made me do.

                                          a shit screed
    

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1316,  Monday,  8  10. 18

7.10.18



Ah there you are I was wondering if wed run into each other again today

there would be no reply
                         he talked to the digital clock display above the electric range in his apartment  the display that never slept  soft  yellowgreen  legible day and night  bright enough he let it be the kitchen nightlight  as a boy their houses kitchen upstairs hall and bathrooms were nightlit by unusual fixtures  if he thought about ithe didnt  itd seem rote to himnatural  but if he did think about it he might suppose they soothed him provided him a kind of security a familial touch that he left behind when he was twenty halfway across the continent

he knew when he was a boy he didnt want to live in Chicago he bided his time 

his father used to teaseused to introduce him This is my son, Joe, he’s not going to live here when he grows up.

no  he wasnt  



if he was a superstitious manprone to paranoia he might think something was up something was coming his way today

not something good 

not something bad

but rather seeing 1-2-3-4 a fourth time in four days he saw it as a reversed countdown there was no such time as 1-2-3-4-5 on a digital clock

perhaps the 1-2-3-4 led to a terminus or critically a ter-minus term-minus and if something was to be taken away from him he might be less

he tried to craft his life eliminating want coming down on the side of need necessity 

his excesses were art books music all of which revealed his eclectic nature  revealed his sensuality

when he was younger he tried to share his excesses with friends they were not interested 

he demoted his friends to acquaintances if push came to shove they would watch from the sidelines 

he was the kind of friend who had his friends back he didnt know any betterone could past that off to his honesty his heightened sense of what friendship meant to him Youre so fucking altruistic. Im not  You are. You always consider where someone is coming from, looking past the immediate moment, its tenuousness, its trouble, and you ask questions, concise kind questions, trying to draw them out, trying to determine what was really at issue. Thats friendship Man, you have a warped sense of friendship.

that was the first time he was an adult he ever considered that a friendship might be convenient and anything convenient isnt substantial  is replaceable   is cheap

he be damned if hed have cheap relationships

so he didnt

his eclectic nature was deviously satisfying it rarified his sense for need rather than want




Ohshit 1-2-3-4 5 again 

the countdown continues


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1234,  Saturday,  6  10. 18

6.10.18

American Carnage


“This American carnage stops right here and stops right now.”
                                                                          says the man who propagates it

I know he isnt psychiche wasnt talking about the Chicago cop found guilty of second degree murder of Laquan McDonald

no

hes become eminently a so-so teleprompter reader  a wooden dancing puppet  a Punch and Judy Stephen Miller (among others) orchestrated Pinocchio
                                his nose more well hung than he (Im deferring to Stormy Daniels and his comic long ties)

1611,  Saturday,  6 10. 18

Men of factious tempers, of local prejudices, or of sinister designs, may, by intrigue, by corruption, or by other means, first obtain the suffrages, and then betray the interests, of the people.   -- Federalist 10

they hired a wingman


the entitled crybaby the ideologue  the DestroyedDevastatedwaaah family man has been handed his seat by Republicans to the Supreme Court (theyll claim bipartisan – but Manchinthe small dog  rolled over onto his back and pissed himself)
                 so for now

though after the Elections Kavanaughs going to be the FAKE PRESIDENTs wingman theyll be found out and brought up on charges charged by articles of impeachment

1459,  Saturday,  5  10. 18
835 days remaining or less
were taking all kinds of steps backwards from our founding democratic intent  --  you cant scrape this kind of shit off your sole with a stick  MyGawd the stink!

scifi, or not


hyperaggressive invading green crabs eat Trump 
                                                    they insist theyve eaten much better

1524,  Saturday,  6  10. 18

5.10.18



he cast discriminating glances

when he wrote it and said it out loud it made him laugh
he uttered Thats preposterous

Is it  he countered Youll rememberIm sure the brouhaha you made of that sustained glance at college housing

I do

Brouhaha You fought it

I did However not on the grounds that I didnt think the thing existedI knew what they were getting at you had to be thick if you couldnt follow their reasoningridiculous as they may have been to try and qualify it My objection . .
. . Youre vehement objection

I wasnt that bad

Think Recall the room Recall that management had the chairs up set in it in a ring so everyone could see everyone else  not the usual rows of chairs descending from the lectern from where they addressed you

I dont have to recall  Youre me

Then you know you were vehement

I was exercised I . . 
. . You exercised the hell out of that management team

They were being obtusethe setup was outlandish Sign a legallybinding jobthreatening document that you would notwould not   what was it . . 
. . Participate

Yes Participate Asif it was a group thingparticipation


But you understood what they were getting atthe underlying undergirding  And yet you admit in writing saying aloud youre able to cast a discriminating glance


I had a discriminating glance then                                                                                                      
You did  yet despite thatat the risk of losing your job you fought them on their premise of a sustained glance

We fought it because management wanted employees to sign and attest that we knew exactly what it was despite them offering no definition in the text A sustained glance  And they insisted theyd know it when they saw it Purely subjective Utterly inane And they could fire an employee for it if accused or if management witnessed the act of a sustained glanceChrist

Not many men were employed You were the only man in the officethe others were groundsmen or physical plant maintenance men The majority employed were women  They signed it quickly  Without a chirp

The men signed it too  without a chirp

You chirped

I signed it

You signed it because they said if you didnt that was grounds to fire you  What did they . .
. . Now youre the funny guy They called it insubordination  Ive never been not to that countrythat nation

Funny So you signed it and beneath your signature in big block letters you printed UNDER DURESS

Yes  That was inspired  I dont remember where that came from do you

Do we  I dont Though we were inspired 

We were fuming

We were fuming

I wish I knew or remembered where it came from It was like a burning bullet point

It was like a fucking Burning Bush commandment

Christ it was  It was illuminating

And they said You can’t submit that. You can’t write that you’re under duress.

They threatened my job Thats duress

Brilliant


Yes Though we cant take credit for it

No We must have read it somewhere

Yathink

he laughed 

and he laughed

and they laughed together mirthfully




a discriminating glance

it was a practised glancehed been practicing it since he was a young boy  glancing up over the top of his science fiction novel as he walked 

his glances acquired and distilled more information than when he looked hard at something or at something for a long time 

looking hard bored his eye
                           and often a singular aspect one detail in his field of vision attracted his eyedominated it  and languishing on it he despysed everything else

the distillate a flash point coalesced and screamed and streamed its cognitive information across his nervous muscular and skeletal systems and when it began to subside he glanced again took another pic

some people have a remarkable sense of smellsense of tastehearing some were sensual mages adepts adroit habile savants
        he had to trip through a thicket of nouns and adjectives-fashioned-into-nouns to recall savant 

senses practised

senses honed




a discriminating glance        

texted  :  1345,  Thursday,  5  10. 18
1234,  Friday,  5  10. 18
Fela Kuti  Mr. Follow Follow  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsToGea4MWI

4.10.18



it was a game he liked to play

he thought he only liked playing it when he was able to sit down with a book and opening it randomly write down whatever words or sentence his eyes fell on
Burroughs taught him the game
                                  cut–ups  

and Burroughs was taught the technique by Brion Gysin who he befriended in Tangier Gysin wasnt from Tangierhe wasnt Tangierian though mebbe Tangerine  some people remind us of fruit Ohgo on Pearshaped he had buddies who cravedadorned pearshaped women  To each his own
he digressed

although he paid attention to his digressions

they were marker posts Frosts The Roads Not Taken I took the one less traveled  it didnt matter if he got "lost" people he eventually met knew where they were so he wasnt ever really lost

when digressing he wasnt discreet
not secretiveno
                and there was nothing either he gained being discrete  he was purposefully loud bumbledwas willful to draw attention to himself so he could learn where he had come down
like a childs toy colouredballoon   

being discrete wouldnt teach him a thing  and as curious as he was he was anxious no anxiety to learn where he waswhere he found himself even if he hadnt meant to be there


the game taught him that



then it was obvious hed waonder if he could change up the game  see if he could improvise stoke its randomness

whenever he walked anywhere he carried a cloth bag slung over his shoulder on its two cloth handles inside it was paper pens and usually three or four books three or four books if he wasnt out for groceries he jumped between them as someone else might otherwise sit on a couch and channelsurf episode over   next

his next was walking and making unrecorded cut-ups 

the first several were unremarkable unmemorable 

then he read Your dreams will not save you from the sun. followed by The Monument, the black monolith, I am standing at Trinity Site.

some sun
           vaporises a human being but not before etching their shadow on stone

and lifting his eyesnever his head  crossing a street he saw on the sidewalk ahead of him a young man walking towards him the young man was hedging to the curb people would have to walk inside him Sorry buddy he thought then making the sidewalkcoming off the crosswalk he took the curb and acted asif he was reading again appearing oblivious  however he was shaken that his dreams wouldnt cast shade and save him from Trinitys annihilation

the young man recognised the older man had taken the curbrecognised that he left him too much room that the old man had taken the space between him and the curb he relented  although he didnt drift to the middle of the sidewalk and rather would conspicuously pass just off the older mans shoulder

he saw that the young man was perchedthere was no other word for it he was perched forward his upper body seeming dislocated from his hips and legs leaning seeming ready to break into a run a run that would appear erraticperhaps spastic asif he was a built cardboard puzzle whose pieces were illfitting hungloose and his symmetry warped and turned 

the young man was going to avoid his eyes as sometimes particular women did nervously 

it wasnt that they were avoiding his glancehis nod they cast their eyes down they avoided everyones eyes  something had happened they were unsettled uncomfortable afraid  ashamed  they were roads he wouldnt take not because he didnt want to but because those women wouldnt want him to perturbed  he honored their discomfort

the young mans right shoulder hung forwardnearly under his jaw

his big shapeshifting darkgreen cotton polo had some emblem on its left breast he couldnt make it out  everything wanted to advertise itself

the young man wore long black baggy athletic shorts they ran beneath his knees 

given his perch  his shoulderhis right leg lead his egress seemed to be a sideways stride  like a suspicious crab  encouraged not to go forward but escape preferring right but escapeno matter  or even to momentarily rear and cower from a defensive position on his back that easily would be ruined rather than escaping 

he could snap him up off his back by his weak arm  hidden in the shapeless sleeve  and throw him over onto his face

No he thought
               the young man didnt acknowledge his nod they passed inches apart anif someone from inside a car on the street looked they might have thought the two were going to run haplessly into each other 

the young man his head down

the man reading a book                     


texted : 1414,  Twosday,  2  10. 18
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