Yah

     he almost didnt know where to start with this one

he told his girlfriend long ago that she must have been a raging bitch or a real prick in her last life to incur the nonstop shit that consistently fell on her head 

if not this week then next

shed been attacked in a parking lotknocked off her feet  not seeingimaging a random body blow by a complete stranger in a hoodie she twisted an collapsed on her legtortured her ankle and foot nine surgical pins pieced her foot back together again Humpty Dumpty had nothing on her

earlier in another parking lot a motorist asked her if she could help him with directions as she approached his car he exposed himself then sped away obviously the vehicle wasnt a stickshift 

she provided the police the car make  colour   licenses plate

in either circumstance the cops were worthless 

they joked the pervert was an offduty cop they had to laugh

                                                               otherwise shed cry

labouring on her foot after it healed? crossing a one-way street in a crosswalk some guy laid on the horn and leaning halfway out of his window screamed MOVE IT, BITCH 

the brick he carried in his rucksack purposefully for motorists who chose to speed through his neighbourhood turned over on its face submitting it groaned Why couldn’t we have been there for her? If we were there . .  if we were there

he consoled his brick

it was a question he oftenfar too often asked himself

he felt if he were thereif he were with her none of this horseshit would ever have happened or if it did either he or they or both of them would be in jail  only because courts seemed to have become monetary black holes benefiting their communities slick conduits providing the General Fund rather than dispensing justice  

                                                                                           in their best Jewish lilt

Have I got a deal for you.

this was her most recent turn-of-the-cardsyesterday

she wasnt well

she called into work to take a day

she lives in a rural area remote by road on propane though within sightlooking across pastureland of the highway from the bench her place was situated on

she summonsed herself 

                         went around behind her house to the laundryroom tacked onto it after it was reconfigured there wasnt room inside

a tall fence faced the property

an equally tall gate provided access to the front yard

then three steps to a patio and three concrete steps to the doors threshold

the door opened out

if one were thick theyd have to step back on the narrow apron so if and when she opened the door it didnt hit them in the face

she had left the door cracked 

                               so with an armful of dried laundry she didnt have to manipulate the door handle to get inside

she thought she heard mens voicesthought she heard a gate but that was over the dryers turning she thought it was her landlord his place a piece down the road from her at her back

pulling her front door open she found two men standing in her foyerWHADAFUCK  Out of my house!

the older man began to explain they were Jehovah WitnessesGET OUT OF MY HOUSE

he seemed shaken 

the younger man began reiterating they were JehovahWitnessesGET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE

In the Truth they were somewhat shaken by her alarm

they thrusted a pamphlet on top the laundry she had in her arms and went past her mumbling about her alarm

they went down the steps and out the gate and departed in an older Toyota 4Runner

he asked Did you get the license plate 

I . . I wasnt thinking . .  I didn’t.

Youd recognise the men again

Yes. I’d recognise them, they’re blazed into my memory; the shits, who do they think they are walking into my house, my home?

Nothings taken

They didn’t have anything in their hands, except for the pamphlets; and the invite on the pamphlet was for April Fourteen, it's past, isn’t it?

                               she was disturbed   Yes That was last Sunday

It was, wasn’t it?

Yes By the Gregorian calendaryes By the Julian calendar no Maybe the Witnesses go by the Julian calendar I dont . .

. . Christ! Too much information.

Tryin to side track your upset What have you done about . .

. . Nothing! That’s why I called you, I figured you could help. I’m too upset, disorganised, frightened, FUCK, THEY WERE IN MY HOUSE, THEY HELPED THEMSELVES TO JUST . . . just walk into my house.

What is that?

Proactive Witnesses Enthusiastic   Wrong

Think if I found them in my house

she gave a wry laugh You’d be eating free for months.

Id be eating free for months I wonder what Witnesses taste like Id be concerned it was all white meat Were either fat

Are we having this conversation?

Have you come down a couple of steps off the top of the high ladder  Im afraid it still might be topheavy

A couple of steps.

Good Just trying to talk you down a bit babe Relax youtheyre gone And good thing

They frightened me so badly.

I can imagine

What is that?

That was wrong As adults they should know that was wrong You dont help yourself to anyones home

What do I do?

Id call the police Does the pamphlet have an address on itwhere the gathering was or is . .

. . Would you stop that!

Stopped  

Theyre Witnesses I dont know shit about them except they dont celebrate their birthdays because its pagan and THATS a fucking sin That and that they believe a little flock of exactly onehundredfortyfour thousand selected humans will go to Heaven when Armageddon befalls us All these fuckin End-of-Dayers Theyd do us a favorite if they thought like those with Heaven’s Gate strap on some Nikes and follow Hale-Bop Bop Bu Do Wop in an alien spacecraft hidden behind it into a higher existence Though to be fair most of the Heaven-Gaters came from Oregon  And I know theyd argue that was suicide Suicides a sin But if suicide were the ticket to the A train  I dont know

The only thing I have in common with them is that they believe death is a state of non-existencethough Id refute their belief that there would be no consciousness I like the thought of death as a holding pattern filled with dreaming

exasperated Maybe you ought to start your own religion.

Atta grrl Look at you chillin

You prefaced that whole thing with “I don’t know shit about them . .”

I dont Ive heard Once I had to listen to that in order to go down on an endowed redhead a radical and Witness fugitive

It was worth the lecture

You’re driving me . .

. . To distraction Out of your fear

Yes.

Good I think thats why you called You dont need me to tell you what to do You just need to come down relax get your oars in the water again  What do you think you ought to do

Probably, as you say, call the policeso there’s a record, then call to the church.

Kingdom Hall They dont call it church And be aware that you want to talk to an elder and also know that youll be talking to a patriarch Youll love this  Theythe Witnesses abrogate imagine abrogate  all the responsibilities and rights of their personal lives over to the groups leadership

You must have listened to that redhead for a long time

Interminably  Gratefully a happy ending

that cracked her up 

                      her peal of laughter invigorated himtold him she was getting back on track

1102,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  17  4. 19

1319,  Thursday,  18  4. 19

The Dappers  Bop Bop Bu Doo Wop  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sA6bnQKcefc or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEejfq1KhkU 

BeeGees  Love You Inside and Out  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SouY1MKclZ4

General hur Barr wasnt addressing America  

                                               https://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/mueller-report-paints-cinematic-picture-in-plain-non-legalese-1499329091978  

he was talking to his chitholder his wannabe oligarchmaker  the FAKE PRESIDENT  and to The People famously  those Drumpf junkies  his White supremacists   his racist base

because unfortunately like Drumpf

                                    they dont read either

they wouldnt read for their fucking lives he wished they would prove him wrong

https://www.philly.com/philly/news/politics/presidential/donald-trump-vfw-speech-kansas-city-what-youre-seeing-reading-not-whats-happening-20180724.html

1512,  Reggae Friday,  19  4. 19 

he was having breakfast with his parents at their home

hed come cross country to visit

FeChristssake Dad The obituaries Why arya reading the obituaries

his father folded down the top half of paper so he could glare in his son with some contempt Cuz, boy, I ain’t in ‘em.

boy

son

     they grated on him  neither his father or his mother ever called him Joe it was always Son, this is your father calling Son, this is your mother calling

                                       asif he wouldnt recognise their voices they liked badgering him

Joe My name is Joe

I know who you are.

I wasnt sure I thought you might think my name was Son Youre my fatheryoure my mother Lookin in the mirror I see a fullgrown man looking back at me When you call me son it makes me think you dont appreciate that Im a man

Of course we do.

You do

We do.

My names Joe

Yes, son, it is.

they exasperated him

                      they preferred to meet him as their son rather than a man an adult hows that work

hed be fucked if his kids grown didnt know who he wasthe man he was the men and women they were 

they were raised

they were adults

theyd contend with their relationships as men and women not as DadDaddy not son or daughter he wouldnt hide behind being their father and fuck if they thought they could hide behind being his children should they try to invoke a kind of relief a Klingon cloaking devise

his parents wouldnt know what Klingons were

they just manifested a disregard of he as a man a contemporary dare say a fucking equal

                                                                                               which was ridiculous his father was twentyhis mother eighteen years old when he was born for all intents and purposes they were of the same generation  albeit extreme edges of that generation he certainly had as much in common with them as he he hadhad instilled in his children

 

although he didnt share his childrens technology their abbreviations acronyms 

You got something to say to me dont LOL me dont LMAO me Say what the fuck you mean Throw that shit at me Im content to let it dribble and slide down the wallnot give a damn what youre trying to communicate 

Save that drivel for your contemporaries

Obits have pictures now  Yawant your picture on your obit when you diekick the bucket as youse say

So you do look.

Look You hand me the paper folded over  theres obits front and back  I get it  The stories  But their stories would have been more compelling had they shared them with me rather than being secondhand wellintended news  Prattling  Their stories have ended and only they could do their lives justice  Mebbe people ought to write their own obits before they croak  Tell their liestheir truths  Id rather hear it from the horsesthe whoresthe bastards mouth than commemorated by hoodwinked children or relatives

Youre awful

Yes  Awfully honest  The truth with both barrels  The terrible trouble with a scattergun is  that it creates an ugly mess  And people prefer tidy corpses still fresh  Not rotting corrupted  And that said  Have you written your obituaries yet

his parents noticeably went pale

Its inevitable deaths inevitable Im only saying that the last word on your lives ought to be your words OtherwiseI guarantee theyll be mine  because youll have left them to me  My siblingstheyre younger  they havent the relationship weve had  and theyll drop that responsibility in my lap Ive no doubt

Im simply saying what will be true

Makes complete sense to me

Either of you care to say otherwise

1843, Sunday,  14  4. 19

1554,  Twosday,  16  4. 19

   Whadahell   is AG Barr placing his thumb on the scales to benefit FAKE PRESIDENT (like WALL as opposed to the WALL)

         or is Barr just all thumbs

https://www.msnbc.com/all-in/watch/rep-nadler-holds-press-conference-on-doj-and-mueller-report-1497308739716

2302,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  17  4. 19

Today we're going to talk about faculties . .

                                             he always sat up front if he didnt he risked falling asleep and sleeping in class peeved teachersnot that they were aware why he slept  exhausted  school wasnt the be-all end-all of his teen yearshe hustled  he hustled what he could to help feed the family after his father diedyacant hustle if yer asleep 
Can ya

Whashe getting at

Faculties  his faculties the faculty she was a part of  

                                                        Whafacility were they  every faculty he was a student under were bound by chains boundevidently by curriculum curriculum  asif it were a kind of Middle East honor code a teenage girl stoned to death because her uncle raped her he would have been happyelated to visit uncle with the straight razor his father left him dismember Uncle not cut his cock off NO disenfranchise him cut his balls off then cut his throat while his hands were busy at his suddenlyvacant suddenroom between his legs

curriculum  somehow sacrosanct  a blood oath  Blood In Blood Out

numbly he repeated faculties to himself then the stoned girlburied up to her neckher head bludgeoned  unconscious  the last rock ENORMOUS slammed down on her headcrushing her skull  deliverance  a crude coup de grace why was he fixating on faculties his facultieshis senses where was she going with faculties 

                                                                               something kicked in

he tried to disassociate himself from thatwhatever it was THAT sudden anger that voice 

he stood

           Faculties FACULTIES

Faculty Faculty  

                Yah  howbout FACKulties he was losing it she was the best teacher he had in years and it galled him she was taking the partyline succumbing to pressures she obviouslywith him had tried to resist

                                                                                                  maybe she was worn thin

maybe threatenedmaybe they dug a hole in yard to bury her body leave her head exposed threatened to brain her with their books

her look communicated QUIET SIT DOWN shed overlook his outburst then only a classmate could rat them out 

woe be to that classmate either boy or girl   

his reputation preceded him HE WAS A CRAZY MUTHAFUCKER he didnt have time or the luxury to be otherwise

he sat down

he looked her hard in the eyeapologising Please excuse me  I didnt mean to interrupt your lessonI dont know what came over me  I apologise  then over his shoulder to the class  I apologise to each and everyone for my outburst  I am sorry

after his words were outand they were necessary that was the last time hed kowtow to authority

he dug his heels in

if he was offended hed defy them  it   authority

if his theorythoughtfulness was in opposition to the authoritys the faculties

                                                                              hed throw in behind his faculties to theirs

his teacher lost her job at the end of the year

he wished someone had the faculty to apprise him so he could have said goodbye to her and thank her for her kindness her compassionate instruction  her selflessness

freshman year high school

                                    she was the last teacher who inspired him

1800,  Sunday,  14  4. 19

1132, Twosday,  16  4. 19

Alice Cooper  School’s Out  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Q9en-GEBU

Perfect she wrote

he hated it when anyone aligned perfect with anything to do with human beingsit hung beside peoples use of evil and good  whawas the unfortunate connotation opposing mediocre

evil was a religious appendage

used to strangle and kill its prey

religions have prey

                  they would be those who do not prescribe to their particular fantasyMyGawd the world is wide enoughvast enough for everyone and anyones fantasy

however if their fantasy is the destruction of the other he was willing to bear the misfortunecrossed his fingers that they might tripcatching their toe and fall breaking their fucking necks

                                                                         their intent is to limit the possible  the improbable

: : Perfect

: :  I’d love to talk tomorrow (he wrote) – and as I’ve been standing between october and indie (she’s actually backing down by my voice alone (since I stepped in between them during their last altercation)) I would think my presence should be adequate to dissuade her – besides, likely, you’ll be able to enjoy the out-of-doors, music through the screen, Scrabble, cold beers as we catch up.

: :  that sounds perfect to me.

they didnt have their time together

he didnt suppose

                     perfect is not all it is cracked up to be

1150,  Friday,  12  4. 19

1013,  Twosday,  16  4. 19

Cul De Sac  I Remember Nothing More  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgStBppTFWI

if its an unwanted relationship

quit wanting

wanting isnt needing

get up off your assquit sitting on your hands 

                                            affirm in action what youre thinking  

quit thinking buhbye

                   say Buhbye baby  bye  bye

1605,  Sunday,  14  4. 19

1409,  Monday,  15  4. 19

indie wasnt happyhe was freaking

                                   his one-ton Tom  indie  was backed into cornersfled in terror when his queen  october her three kittensher tribenot a month old stalked him 

indies like  Whadafuck man

                               he had nothing for him Dont me look at me

I understand the opposite sex as much as you

Id recommend keep yer head down hold yer nuts up stupid whada dumb ass he covered indies neutering  castration caught in his throat NEW TIERed newtiered he absolved himself asif he took Sunday confession confessed before Gawd like a Catholic priest who was brushed asidemoved along to the next new parish despite their daisychain of violated children invisibly dragged along behind them WHAS THAT SOUND?  it wasnt a panicked wind fearful breaths 

but then theres nothing more delectable tender delicious or orgasmic than a breath caught in the tight throat of someone unsuspecting                           

oysters were more delicious raw than prepared

indie hadnt shown any curiosity of the fat fuzzy carpetcreepers he hadnt been in the same room or within twenty feet of them

no doubt he could smell them sense their presence

but he stepped on his curiosity 

                              that infamous curiosity that killed cats 

as he fled october he cried over his shoulder  Back off bitch aint my problem dey yours

although maybe thats why she went after him  

                                              Hes foot loose fancy free Ill fuck him up

Lola  whatever Lola wants Lola gets

yagotta be careful what you wish for  you really want it   

Welcome to club indie

I dont get women either

Poor bastard 

              if he was ever sexually-inclinedif he could remember now nine years ago  if he could  more power to him

he had to think that no female could smellcould possibly be that perceptive

              perceptive?

                                  or paranoid?

what were they taught as babes?what were the unspoken tiesunspoken bonds of females?

sorority trumped fraternity

fraternities were about making women

sororities were about making women

                                          which made better

he never made a sorority girl 

                               although he made an played with plenty of shiny black patent leather shoed Catholic girls

his 20/15 vision playedgazed off their shiny shoes up their school girl skirts white cotton never looked better

he used their panties to wipe the corners of his mouth wipe his face 

to his brilliant surprise he learned early some girls came as hard as he they squirted  Whodathought he closed his eyes so he didnt go blind  he gulpedhe swallowedhe lapped 

turnabouts fair play

no Catholic girl failed him 

                           Hail Mary full of Grace Blessed are thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb  thy succulent fruit salad 

                        maybe he didnt remember it right he played with more than one girl who could give Mary a run for her money were she a betting woman

Catholic girls were insatiable  torrid    

abstinence unlike vengeance is better served steaming hot

burnt tongues went numb

                         healed in time he loved it when he couldnt enunciatehis tongue like a wooden plank  stiff  inflexible Ride dat one in her enthusiasm broke his nose

itd been broken two times before but this was the broken nose he crowed cock-a-doodle-doed about who wouldnt it informed his decision to wear a moustache  later he could suck at it and enjoy his paramours excited essence 

like ambergris ambergrease refined unique odours   perfumes

if he wasnt he he would have been jealous of him

Nope  indie wasnt happy

they eyeballed each other hopeful octobers insane zealousness would temper and relax and shed return to herself as she was once the kittens were weaned and roaming the house

if not

itd be ugly 

            and not his prior experiences

there were all kinds of learning curves 

                                      hed be grateful if this wasnt a curveball

1643,  Friday,  12  4. 19

0929,  Monday,  15  4. 19

Sarah Vaughan  Whatever Lola Wants  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvcaSBN82ns