10.1.19


REBERTH  a smudged tattoo thatll grab anyones attentionit certainly grabbed his there was a date beneath it but it was obscure by the fellas bluejean shirt collarhis long greasy hair 10 - something October he didnt strike him as someone who would place the day before the month as he had since he was in junior high Mr Carter  his English teacherborn in England liked it and refused to nick his grade despite complaints by other core-teachers and some students who felt he was getting away with something 

What

Whatever you’re getting away with; you should be made to do as we do.

Or you can do what you like I write the exact same date as you no matter how it looks

Then you should understand why you’re not liked.

I dont think how I write the date relates to me not being liked Im not liked because I dont fawn over the hip kidsthe kids who are popular popular for some reason that eludes me


thats how it began in junior high and continued through high school 

he preferred his own company

he didnt follow any cliques join any groups

he stood his groundmaking sure his back was to a wall people dont likeprefer not coming at someone face to face 

somewhere he developed a taste for confrontation

it wasnt a matter of being confrontational for confrontations sake

no he simply stood up for what he believed and kept an array of evidence he compiled to back himself up

hed listen to reasonable arguments

he didnt cut faith any slack




Excuse me he said as he tapped the fellow on the shoulder he sat on the bus facing the aisle while the fella sat facing the front of the bus on the aisle immediately to his left

the guy cocked his head Yeah.

he liked that it wasnt a question I just now noticed the tattoo on your neck

Yeah.

I cant make out the date Obviously its important to you you got it inked on the back of your neck gotta look funny in a mirror  if he looked

October 29, 2009.

If I may a rebirth

Yeah. A rebirth.

Thanks man I appreciate your words your time

the guy turned in his seattorqued his head around and eyed him 

he nodded to him

evidently satisfied he finally turned back to face the front of the bus and readjusted the brown paper grocerybag in his lap


there was no point in pointing out the obvious was there


1115,  Thursday,  13  12. 18
1503,  Thursday,  10  1. 19                                                                                                              
The Beatles  The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yAOb477ano

9.1.19


BINGO! BINGO!   BING – GO!!

his buddy seated beside him elbowed him in the ribs Whaddaya doing, man?

What

You don’t have Bingo.

I dont

What are you doing then, crying Bingo?

Im shaking up the house

Shaking up the house?

Yabetcha

I don’t follow.

Shaking up the house I figure some of these old farts might clear their cardsdump their chips that cover letters numbers B-FourHah

That’s mean.

Thats strategy  Genius

Are you calling yourself a genius?

No  Presaging  You might wanna step up an call a spade a spade

I should call you genius

Whymy  goodness Thank you

You’re an ass.


a bluehaired old woman on a walker began making her way towards him to confirm his Bingo That’s too much.

Yeah  Too much  Agreed he stood up from his chairstaring down at his card  then shook his head he looked up at her Sorry Sorry Im wrong One of my chipsmy buddy here he slapped him on the back confirmed for me slipped on my card  

Are  you  sure? Bluehair asked pausing her progress

Yes Quite sure I get excited when I have a single spot open an we have to be the first to cry out to win My mistake

from around the hall there rose a din a slight crescendo  grumbles SonofabitchGoddammit

Told ya They cleared their cards

You’re a piece of work.

Yahwell  I may be a senior but I aint old

You can’t help yourself, can you?

Nope
       Fuck em if they cant take a joke 
An most of them voted for one


1821,  Monday,  7  1. 19
1602,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  1. 19

NOT NEWS


NOT NEWS from Drumpf from the historic Oval Office  a shame                                                                                
WALL (what about the Shutdown  or the deaths of two young children in ICEs care)


1141,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  1. 19
739 days remaining or fewer

8.1.19


with Americas opioid epidemic
                              are we really concerned about drugsheroin entering the country across the southern border

theyre entering through other ports of entry
1055,  Twosday,  8  1. 19  


my solution to FAKERs horseshit
                                   aint saving no face accountability  so chill out an https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsSuueEGQSM

a mans got to know his limitations an hes known his since he was daddys little boy

1032,  Twosday,  8  1. 19

an ass is an ass is an ass




What wouldst thou know, my Queen?

Mirror, mirror on Wall, who is the fairest one of all?

1719,  Twosday,  8  1. 19
PS  I havent even heard his braying tonight . . . but an ass is an ass



a spider is a spider is a spider  is a neuron  sometimes a roving neuronbut make no mistake a spider is a neuron
its hundredsthreaded web is a construct of synapses which feed subtle inputs identifiying prey deliberating rents violations holes in its vital continuity curious fingerings which strum its neural strings 



it occurred to him one brisk morninghe wasnt going to pay attention to the house temperatureclose the windows  52 brisk but not too cold the window in the bathroom was open he had a warm showeronce the shower curtain was closed and he was under water the enclosed spacehe was sure wasnt 52  far warmer how you think of things is more than half the battle far warmer

he turned the water off and pulled back the curtain there was a mist in the air that visually movedswirled when the wind breathed through the window he toweled his upper body dry stood on either leg drying his legs then stepped out of the tub onto the bath matthe mist disassembling

as was his practise since he notice appleseed years ago  she seemingly etched in the corner of the ceiling above the sink replaced now by yaaintnoappleseed he liked to think that yaaint was an offspring of appleseeds it comforted him to think so
            as was his practise he looked into appleseeds corner and yaaint was immobilefront an center on silvered weave that was larger than he knew and he could see that each of yaaints legs stood on separate strands

curiously he blew to yaaints leftwatched the threads tremblewatched the tensionthe attitude in yaaint  false alarm

fascinated he repeated blowing into yaaints web a couple more times the results the same and readying to blow a fourth time suddenlyinstead he held his breath his lungs filled he could feel his breaths sensation inside himprickling him then it occurred to him  yaaint was a neuron

a perfect neuron

                  perfected nearly fourhundredmillion years ago


1534,  Thursday,  3  1. 19
1100,  Twosday,  8  1. 19

there is no crisis there is no emergency theres a FAKER


4000 terrorist are streaming across Americas southern borderhmm  4000  like Pences ten-a-day  

No there isnt 

Theres a sham being perpetrated although we ought to be used to shams

This crisis and emergency is consistent with the wholesale widespread Voter Fraud America needs to be defended against
          all those illegitimate black voters
LIES


1027,  Twosday,  8  1. 19
740 days remaining or less

6.1.19



Happy Friday rather happy reggae Friday

the fella looked perplexedbemused confused  he would have guessed him to be younger than himself though physically not up to stripe dropped the ball as if there was nothing to be hadnothing to chase he wore a heavy braided gold chain around his neck maybe thats what he chased  Huh? Reggae Friday? Never heard that.

You know what its beauty is

Beauty?

Yes

I don’t, feel like I walked into a joke . .
. . Hendrix 

Hendrix?

Along the watchtower  there are many here among us who feel that Life is but a joke but thats getting away from the beauty of this

I’m lost.

Happy Friday segues nicely into happy new year man

Ah. yes, happy New Year.

Thank you you believe its Nineteen

No, I can’t.

Came pretty quickhuh

Quick isn’t the word, it’s surreal. I remember when I was a kid I thought Twentytwenty was the future.

As a matter of fact . . . I thought I’d be dead . .
. . You got time

Thanks! he wasnt amused  guys game crawled on its belly

Frankly I suppose it comes down to . .
. . The glass? Halfempty, halffull . .
. . Or the glass isnt . .
. . You know, my old man said that wasn’t the question.

No

No. My old man was a physicist. He’d say that it wasn’t a matter of the glass being either half-empty or half-full. He said the damn glass wasn’t big enough.


1909,  Friday,  4  1. 19
1803,  Sunday,  6  1. 19
Tricky  Nothing’s Changed  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlwku6e7AhE
Hendrix  All Along the Watchtower  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY

5.1.19



he was a bit unnervedhe wasnt often unnerved 
                                                 but while waiting at a light to take a leftlistening to the Beatles Drive My Car he glanced suddenlyright as he recognised the sensation of being watched  

in the boxy vehicle beside himfor some reason he imagined it a Mercedes-Benz van  he didnt care for their look  the new Benzs were awkward misshapen appeared disproportionate  topheavy 


he was wrong 

it was a Postal truck
                      and from its righthand drivers seat a female mailman was looking him at him looking him over 

he looked away 

she wasnt discreet 


he glanced againOhbrother she was still eyeing him

he glanced againthey crossed glances crossed glances are like crossed swords like thrown gauntlets  a challenge
who didnt like a challenge

he turned and looked back at her 

she was still looking at him where was I Saw Her Standing There granted he could only see her breasts up  but what he saw interested him

a dark mop freckles dimplesyes her smile forced his


when the light turned green she wasnt fast off the mark

he went left and threw a tidy uturn before the approaching traffic and nestled into the lefthand turn lane and waited at the red

she evidently saw his manoeuvre he watched her slowly make her way into the righthand lane  

as he watched she threw on her flashers and pulled off to stop at the side of the road a Postal truck stopped at the side of the road wasnt unusual  although if someone was observant they would have seen there werent any mailboxs along the road where the truck had stopped

as the light went green and he proceeded to make a left he saw that she had gotten out of the truck and stood behind it legs partedhands on her hips 

she wasnt shy

she was confident

she was smiling

a smiling confident woman was sexy


he got rightslowed then turning his flashers onslowing furthur he pulled over to the side of the road just ahead of the truck and stopped

he watched traffic through his sideview rearview mirrors  he watched it over his shoulder  when it was safe for him to exit the 4Runner he got out onto the street

she had walked up on him and stood beside the 4Runner

crossing between the vehicles he smiled  Can I help you

she smiled coyly Does it look like I need help?

he walked onto the shoulder of the road and up to her leaves crunching underfoot were muted by a fresh spate of brilliant green grass that grew from the recent rains  It looked like you needed something an that made me curious If I could Id like to help

A knight in shining armour?helping a damsel in distress?

No Youre certainly not a damsel in distress

I couldn’t be a damsel?

Ah mademoiselle no  Your rights have been won  You can even have a soul if you like

Well, shit, I certainly know how to pick em. A prince, a thoughtful man. she laughed  she didnt cover her mouth

he laughed with her


Then I have been chosen

Ooh.

That’s a fine question, have you been chosen?

And chosen for what



Maybe that’s up to you?


Why did you stop?

Im curious by nature a road not taken goes nowhere  And I liked your earnest expressionyour interest

Interest?

Interest


Youre interested

Otherwise we wouldnt be standing here talking

My names Joe

I’m Giselle.

So Giselle perhaps my takemy mademoiselle wasnt off

No, it wasn’t. I was born in Arles. Maman is French, my father is Irish. We moved here when I was ten.

Arles

Yes. Oui.

Youre bilingual

Yes. Oui.


When are you free

1610,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  2  1. 19
1224,  Saturday,  5  1. 19
The Beatles  Drive My Car  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfSQkZuIx84
Joy Division  I Remember Nothing  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YtgzIQEX-M

4.1.19


So what did I miss You were herethen you were gone

It’s a party.

Yes But I brought you to the party

So I’m obliged to you for the duration of it?

No  You were talkingwe were mixing with others then I looked up and you were gone And you were gonenot inside not outside at least fifteen minutes that I recognised . .
. . Are you keeping tabs on me?

No  As I said When I noticed I hadnt seen you



Where were you


Is that important?

Its important because I brought youyou dont recognise that Im responsible to you  and for you

That’s so old school.

Courtesy isnt old

You’re ridiculous.


If Im ridiculous humour me  Where were you

I was with Ben.

I saw you talking with him earlier before you went missing  So you were talking with Ben . .
. . Yes.

And

What? You asked me if I was talking with Ben.


Talking with Ben and being absent are connected

No.

No


Our friendship is based on honestyfriendships are based on honesty An I have a sense that No is  is is you being dishonest with me discarding inconvenient facts

You gotta know?

You had to lie


Ben made love to me in the garage. she smiled eversoslightly pleased


he was shockedhurt  No Ben fucked you   Get your things Im taking you home

Ill go home with Ben.

Bens not here her eyes bugged she looked quickly around the livingroom stepped aside looking into the kitchenthrough it to the diningroom beyond then without looking at him she said Im not going home with you.

Suit yourselfyoure on your own

What? You’d leave me here?

As you prefer

Goddammit, you’re black and white.

Some things are black and white  Lying   The truth


You disappoint meyou chose to be dishonest she finally looked at him  Ill drop you off at home if you like  Im not asking again


We can talk about it in the car . . 
. . Theres nothing to talk about

tears welled up in her eyes That’s it?

Thats it



Day-between-Two-Ts,  2  1. 19
1319,  Thursday,  3  1. 19

a personal note


the two pieces that follow this non-post should be regarded as modest paver stones that eventually will to lead to the graveyard and tombstone of American white male privilege and power 

they were offered ample opportunity to meld resourcefully with the rest of Mankinde but they bitched they wouldnt
they believe their reign is perpetual 

anxiously Ill follow the stones


                                                       a National EmergencyNO
what happened to the National Emergency the opioid epidemic  

No an epic break with reality


FAKER tries and tries and tries to pretend he commands more than he does coequal branches of government




Im so over this selfish braying assspoiled child  and those who support him

1348,  Friday,  4  1. 19
744 days remaining or less


phoney baloney


FAKER  Wall   the Four cloned Baldmen of the Apocalypse

all in all a feeble childish attempt to usurp the Nations attentionthe Fourth Estates  a poor attempt to minimise Nancy Pelosis rise to the House Speakership a historic second time for the 116th Congress  but also the happy celebration of a Democratic House majority to now provide oversight that was neglected the past two years and the more than one hundred women who will serve during the Centennial year of women suffrage  earning the right to vote 


1147,  Friday,  4  1. 19