hed forgotten it was Fridayshe
worked four Tens to have threeday weekends
: : Ohgoodness he texted You have
time to share with me this morning?
: : : Yes, Papa. How are you?
: : Spectacular. You?
: : : I have time this morning.
Later I’m volunteering at an animal shelter. I’m well, thank you.
: : : Do you know that hamster
are supposed to survive 8 – 10 years?!
: : : AND they are omnivores?!?!
: : 8 to 10 years if they don’t
live in Peru.
: : You’re a better person than
me. I’m wrioting this morning, as usual.
: : : You are thinking Guinea
pigs.
They are from Syria and Belgium,
but are found Greece and China too ...
: : A hamster is a rodent/rat,
they’ll eat whatever they have to to survive.
I’m reading Death’s End by Cixin
Liu, the third book of his trilogy. Amazing. Trisolaris, an alien race, has
dominated Mankind, resettling every human being on earth to Australia so they
can inhabit the rest of the it.
: : Sophon, a Trisolarian avatar,
is charged with the resettlement.
Horrified, people realised they
can’t possibly feed everyone; they’ll starve to death.
Why should you starve with all
this food around you? Sophon asks (cannibalism)
: : So what’s – yes, you’re
correct – so what’s the distinction between a hamster and a Guinea pig? – I’d assume they’d both
be tasty prepared correctly – as I’ve no doubt that rat-on-a-stick would be
tasty too.
: : I’m happy your helping at a
shelter – careful – you may fall in love, love.
: : : Hamsters are snack-sized
and guinea pigs are a small meal.
: : : I’m not better, Papa, my
outlets differ from yours. Besides, you know me, I can scarcely sit down to
write a letter.
Book sounds grim.
: : It’s fascinating! Sophon’s
cold observation isn’t unreasonable; it is radical. Problem.
Solution.
: : : Cannibalism isn’t
unreasonable?
: : Ha! Just Googled cannibalism;
a brief statement: Cannibalism has been scientifically recorded in more than
1,500 species. . . . I think we may have
solved Seattle’s homelessness situation. Home is “in my belly!!!”
: : : HAHA
: : So 3 hamsters to a guinea
pig. Like Cornish game hens – you and Sis always liked your “little chickens”.
: : : Nice dad. Eating a junkie
could be a crazy trip . .
: : : Homeless person =
earthy
: : : A hunter = gamey
: : Hahaha so what’s the name of our restaurant? Eat
Me? (eating a junkie would be a “trip”)
I hope some fuck is intercepting
our texts and reading them HA HA HHAAaah
: : : Haha – yeah!
: : : Hahah – entertaining,
right?!
: : You could feed the junkies
cornmeal for a few days as is done to make snails more palatable. Escargot.
: : We crack ourselves up!
Although I must admit that junkie
sushi or sashimi has a distinct appeal to me.
Obviously human beings are one of
the 1,500 species who munch their bunch.
: : : Sashimi – well, yes – you
can’t let that sit too long – it would lose its trip.
: : EXACTLY! Can’t lose the trip!
(suddenly I’m flashing on John-boy as the soul-eater (scared the shit out of
me!))
: : Had to look up the actor’s
name. Richard Thomas.
: : Ahyes! Night Gallery.
: : I was wrong. Sin-eater.
: : : Haha
: : : You’d probably eat the
fatties. . .
: : : More flavorful
: : : I’d want the athlete. .
. probably tough, but less fatty
: : : Sis wouldn’t survive.
Though I’d like to believe if push came to shove she would eat meat again.
: : Yes marbled with fat!
I suppose I’ll have to leave
the junkies to you – whoever heard of a FAT junkie.
: : An athlete would be lean ..
Unless you identify an athlete as a child – kinda like veal.
: : I really do enjoy veal.
: : No. I’m afraid we’d have to
eat her – if we ate her she would be very happy.
: : Hahahaha (this is between you
and I – unless we tagteam her together about our restaurant idea. An
investment!)
: : Waiter! There’s a fly in my
junkie soup!
: : : No child athlete would be
like veal – that would be the gamer children. No cages – the games are mental
cages. Makes them just sit and get fat.
: : : Yes -- of course – only
between us.
: : : Hah
: : : I think the flies are the
garnishes for the junkie or homeless soup.
: : Hmm you don’t think that computer games make
children sit in one place, get fat? Computer games are invisible cages.
: : : That’s what I’m saying.
: : : I DO think that they make
them sit in one place.
: : Hahahha flies as a garnishes
: : : The “real” experience
: : Oh! Gotcha! Gamers. Misread
that.
Okay! so we have to devise a way to determine, identify child-athletes THEN stupefy them with computer games.
TIME TO EAT!
: : Hahahaha (I’m truly laughing
out loud!) the "real" experience.
I wonder if you threatened
homeless people with becoming main dishes if that would incentivise them to
give up homelessness . . ?
: : : May not – they’d probably
give up their neighbor for free food
: : Probably not.
A great socio-economic solution
however – a great talking point at a City Council meeting.
: : : Indeed – haha
: : Yes indeed (who says
“indeed”?)
: : : Gotta go, Papa! Too much
fun!
: : I love you, sweetpea.
he had errands to run too
he slung a rucksack over his
shouldergrabbed Death’s End to read as he walked
nearly three blocks down the
street he glanced up from the book and saw a homeless man crossing the
intersection aheadwalking towards him
the man clutched a worried paperbag
to his chest with his left arm wore a filthy darkblue hooded sweatshirt a dingy
tshirt between the zipperteeth laceless redcanvas gymshoes greencorduroy pants he was too far away to hear their
whisper
just before he dropped his eyes to
read he caught either a stumble or hesitation in the mans gait then the man haltedglared at him timid small eyes
he thought Wha
then pausing the homeless man stroked
his unshaven throat with his open hand once twice thinking then he suddenly crossed to the opposite side
of the streetthey wouldnt pass in close proximityand assuddenly he reversed
himselfdoubled back againthen went left reversing himselfhurrying up the street
from where he had come
at the intersection he went
rightbroke into a little jog Wha
the hell he could make out the frumpy
black white-stitched ballcap he wore bobbingdisappearing abovebehind the shrubs at the corner his greasy hair stiff immobile scarecrowish beneath it
when he entered the intersectionlooked after him he saw the mans herkyjerky stride like a bowlegged crane still hurrying he laughed quietly
then he laughed
fullthroatedlaughed after the fleeing homeless man he couldnt help but wonder perhaps
if the sensualitythe aura tease of he and his daughter considering cannibalism
hadnt clung to him to some degree waftedemanated from him which the man might
have recognised sensed after all he lived
on the streets that takes wouldntya think
particular sensibilities or wiles
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24 3. 19
1359, Monday,
25 3. 19
1350, Twosday, 26 3.
19
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