he grimacedremembering the Ice smeared with blood dragged  was no different at the rink than it had been on the frozen lake

sunset 

       the blood in the sunsets hue had a exotic translucent quality  REDacrylic

                                                                                    almost asif the same brush was used

it wasnt sable  stiffer  less hair count

figureskaters collided after long lazy stretching glides then sudden spirals

he heard the girls seemed unaware of each other somewhere up in their headssomewhere in flights of interior music

it made him think of runners highswhich he didnt suffered he disliked running unless he was chasing a ball or a woman  he got high swimming long distance the rhythm the breaths  flyingflying in waterunder water

a skaters throat was slashedshe knew she was in trouble she crawleddragged herself through her blood 

he didnt see her

they rushed her away

he heard the siren

he saw the blood

                  he didnt think anyone could survive losing that much blood  or so it seemed 

he didnt take his skates slung over his shoulder off

he was visiting

he left the next day and didnt hear

he heard the gunshotthe whine of the bullet over his head

the deer were coming out of the trees into the harvested cornfields to browse corn rows there left unpicked

he thought it was cheating                                      

the farmers in the bar gave him reasons

he called them excuses  You’re not from around here are you, boy?

he thought if he were boys the farmers wouldnt talk that way

a boy might be able to hand a couple their ass

boys might be able to hand them all their ass

it was early yet

dusk

he wasnt boys yet

No Im not from around here Although I can suppose its easierless work to bushwhack an animal

the bullet whined over his head

behind him he heard the thump the cry the hooves pound the snow their brittle sound on ice

it wasnt a killing shot

a light snow beganthe wind out of the west it smelled like a heavier snow was coming

he went out on the ice

he saw the blood

the bloodsmear

                he didnt think an animal could survive after losing that much blood   aggravated acrylicRED

sunsetting

ahead the iceshelf gave way to blackwater

he didnt see the deer

1355,  Sunday,  23  12. 18

2250,  Sunday,  14  6. 20

D'ya remember the coronavirus?

barker and center ring clown touts  @realDonaldTrump “Almost One Million people request tickets for the Saturday Night Rally in Tulsa, Oklahoma!  6:28 AM – Jun15, 2020”  https://www.forbes.com/sites/tommybeer/2020/06/15/trump-says-nearly-1-million-people-have-requested-tickets-to-tulsa-rally/#441032965289

the fat mans so full of shit

Tulsa will be his Inauguration Day redux hes gonna miss Sean Spicer to spin it  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IyGwxeK5fA

1306,  Monday,  15  6. 20 

he agreed with the gentleman

                              much to the gentlemans dismay who made it very evident

Please dont look for an apology from me he said I agreed with your words

an attractive equine Arabian or Persian women sitting across from the gentleman guffawedshe didnt cover her mouth she looked him deadon in the eyes he guffawed her You agree with me agreeing with him so temper your fierynot that I dont like it  conciliatory glare  You dont meant it I know you agree with me

she was the gentlemans guest for coffee or tea and a sweet roll and her male counterpart sat to her left  however he was too busy giving him the businessstink eye for engaging his girlfriend or wife without him acting as her intermediary

Middle Eastern men werent much different than the Mexican machismo he always had to contend

                                                                                                       Why do these mutts insist the women in their lives are fuckin idiots or dont have two legs to stand on fuckin timeless

he shot down her glaring paramour

turning his attention back to the gentleman he said If your words hurtoffended your feelings youre gonna hafta take that up with yourself

All I did was agree youre ugly

1440,  Sunday,  14  6. 20

1434,  Monday,  15  6. 20

Jethro Tull  Aqualung  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0jMPI_pUec

$117K American coronavirus deaths

the presidents silver bullet  https://www.politico.com/news/2020/06/15/pressure-coronavirus-vaccine-risk-approval-316094?nname=playbook&nid=0000014f-1646-d88f-a1cf-5f46b7bd0000&nrid=00000167-851a-d01a-a567-d79e0c9d0000&nlid=630318  he needs a vaccine BADLY – thatd be a “real gamechanger” (please recall hydrochloroquine) – in order to win Novembers election to ultimately keep him from legal jeopardy inundated with charges and distinct possibilities of jail time

he needs a vaccine BADLY

                                and he really doesnt care if it works

1014, Monday,  15  6. 20

er . . landslide

“We’re thinking landslide.”  https://www.politico.com/news/2020/06/15/trump-glide-reelection-republican-officials-316457?nname=playbook&nid=0000014f-1646-d88f-a1cf-5f46b7bd0000&nrid=00000167-851a-d01a-a567-d79e0c9d0000&nlid=630318

Ya gotta love sociopaths or psychopaths  “The more bad things happen in the country . . Ooh onehundredthousandseventeen DEAD American coronavirus VICTIMS a feeble economy systemic racism police brutalityDOMINATE. unemployment  such a Love Story  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xt2RNkwGRnk

                                                                                       GO! GO! GO! Dr. Seuss’s Mr. Phillip Stephens fellow Kool-Aid quaffer . . if anything, it’s getting more exciting than it was in 2016.”

1046,  Monday,  15  6. 20

https://thehill.com/homenews/house/502561-gop-struggles-to-confront-racial-issues

Supreme Court Justice Neil Gorsuch joined Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts and the courts progressive wing to support LGBTQ rights  6 - 3  https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2020/06/carrie-severino-meltdown-neil-gorsuch-lgbtq-rights.html  which either displeased or enraged Judicial Crisis Network president Carrie Severino who evidently thought Justice is For Sale and she and her organisation Bought It

                                                                        they also paid for Justice Brett Kavanaugh too

1222,  Monday,  15  6. 20

Ms.Severino writes  “You can’t redefine the meaning of words themselves and still be doing textualism. This is an ominous sign for anyone concerned about the future of representative democracy.”

                                                                                        LGBTQ rights are an ominous sign for representative democracy  apparently Ms. Severinos democracy is straight white homophobic and more than a tad sociopathic   

a statuesque fiddlehead fern brilliant freshgreen unfurled from the threshold of two huge leadglass front doors up the entrys center to its bowed head which nearly reached the foot of a tenfoot wide staircase   

it was handpainted on the hardwood planked floor serpentine and formed somewhat of a family crest elaborated the pinnate leaves running up either side were actually florid lettering the names of family ancestors 

the gentlewoman who built the house commissioned it

she was the last of the family

it was her imagethe bowed curled head at its top  for which there would be no more of her family

the vibrant exquisite formthis impossible fern  reaching deep into the magnificent hallway  was an affirmation of what the family had achieved and made possible over hundreds of years 

from where he stood at its foot it seemed a living thing
                                                          he believed to the old woman it was

the family had perhaps unfortunately produced abundant female offspring   

the women were strong capable  cerebral
                                             they however attracted less fortunate suitors who were also less capable and terribly more conniving and opportunistic 

it wasnt that they were unattractive women
                                               but more attractive women without means pranced at their edges and provided overt temptations who their suitors blamed and accused when they were found wanting

over the years successive matriarchs who did not abort the children of their ill-fated trysts warned their daughters of the iniquitiesthe travesties they suffered their large hearttheir desperate desire to love and be loved preyed on then only to have their cool reasontheir cooled brows to rightfully deny them an overthrow their affections

the few sons they birthed proved as inferior as their fathers  and those few who made it to age where they could go forth and prosper did not

the family plot was filled with dead young men and old matrons

this lineage at long last was finally at an end

as a young woman the old woman passionately withstood withering assaults that she should marry and breed Am I a mare? she snarled pungently 

Regardless, madam, was their reply You require a male heir.

defiantly she asked A male error? 

No, no, she laughed a cruel laugha sardonic laugh I desire; I deserve love.

that love despite its broadcast and sounding known that love which all those who declared and avowed it
        were found wanting

then past childbirthing
                        the madam took her familys fortune and built a magnificent house with wry humour she called it simply the manse

people fomented
                  they talked about how the old womans wealth would exceed her and sherather than benefit the community – which her family always had -- she was going to spoil herself indulge her whims
                                                                                                   they said she would hide her money in its thick walls hang it in sacks like black bats in its the tall attic or susurratemurmuring buried in its deep dark cellars

the untold reality was at constructions end her vast remaining fortune was converted and placed in an obscure trust to be maintained into the future by vetted female executors whose sole occupation like nuns were to extended its wealth maintain the house and grounds and whenever possible add to the remarkable collections contained within
the manse becoming museum

the last woman standing should finances be failed by societal mismanagement ruin inevitable she was to quit to the houses deepest cellar and light a thin candle held within a simple wired and glass chimney lantern that sat fixed atop a stone cistern longago emptied of its artesian water the estates cold heart 

she was to light the lantern and leave

the executors without fault found the command and the item odd

it remained ever simple inauspicious  untouched in decades

Time is amnesia
                  it had been so longso far removed that no one in several generations had the imagination the last matron did they thought -- gossip accrued and hardened into fact -- the lantern wasnt a peculiar request a faint line-item of a woman perhaps senile and particular mind
                                                        rather  the candle in the crude lantern was romanticised across from it the old woman had a woodcarved bust of herself placed as she also had herself top off the entryways illustrious fern the unlit candle was meant symbolically as her final light a final beeswax sunset to anoint the last matron who oversaw the houses erection

never did a question or comprehension rise to the mindboggling featthe realisation that the slender candle was a wick to a hidden cache a massive fire bomb beneath and worked into its walls that would immolate and raze the entire estate     

0714,  Twosday,  9  6. 20

1121,  Sunday,  13  6. 20

he had two things to rememberhe remembered for when he woke in the morning from dreaming 

he told himself  Remember

                           then he went back to sleep it was not unusual for him to return to a same page or return after a station break or breaks or commercials like heading into the kitchen and returning with a snack sitting down just as the teleplay or sitcom resumes

his resumes might have been vaulted if dreams were more frequently discussed

among in his circlehis Venn diagram its intersections he was the only one who continually brought up or referred to dreams

the others copped out Yeah, no, if I dream, I suppose I do, I must, huh? I don’t remember anything, never do.

he disliked the term never

he sought not to use it

the two things he told himself to remember were waiting for him when he woke

like the sun rising like the sun coming through his uncovered windows

one disturbing   he brings a gun to a fistfight

the second was that for most of the dream it was confined to what he could seethey could see through a square portal which heof the two sometimes they were more didnt believe it was a portal but rather a porthole albeit odd because it was square That’s a window, screwball, not a porthole, a porthole is also called a bull’s-eye or a bull’s-eye window; it’s round, so a porthole can’t be square.

the one with the mouth full of words was the one who brought a gun to a fistfight   he didnt like to fight

who he belittled likely because he had a gun was the one who preferred the square porthole

they tolerated each other

which was apparent because one wasnt dead

the one who wasnt dead was the one who liked to fighthe loved fistfights

he loved them because they were fun

You think they were fun? Why? Weren’t you usually the one who got beatup?

Not all the time

Most of the time.

Only most of the time because when I learned my lessons and began winning the others didnt want to lose Which is to say they didnt want to learn the strategies they inadvertently taught me 

They didnt want to be students of the game

The game of fighting?

The game of fighting or what once was fighting  Now its all about winning Annihilation  Overwhelming force

Which is wh . .

. . Why  you bring a gun to a fistfight

Yes. You say that in a way that I ought to be ashamed of myself.

I happy thats occurred to you

I’m not ashamed.

I said Im happy it occurred to you not that you were

I’m not.

You wouldnt be

About your square porthole.

Yes

You thought of it as a porthole, rather than a por . .

. . Which you thought it might b . .

. . I did. To finish, you’re always interrupting, so abrupt; to finish . .  

I am abrupt

You are, probably helps in fistfights, but as I was saying, to finish my thought, by thinking of it as a porthole, rather than a portal, you gave yourself a chance to manipulate it.

Yes An I think youd agree that that was a good thing

Yes. Yes, I’m afraid so; I’m afraid that I was willing to submit, to let things simply pass by and be lost, be satisfied with what I, we . .

. . No You using I was correct You  You not we

Okay. I was  satisfied  to accept what the portal revealed.

But after it passed you werent really  satisfied

No.  No, I was not satisfied.

Neither was I Which is why I took a chance imagining that it was a porthole that could be manipulated Tilted  Turned So I we could continue to see what passed

However, you are the dreaming-self; I am the dreamed-self.

You could put the gun down and bunch your fist

I could, I could. Maybe if I threw it awa . .

. . So one of the others wouldnt pick it up

To be honest; yes.

You assume the others would be like you But as we know theyre unlike either of us which is why they exist Theyre facets of us  Still though unlike us

And why we call on them?

Im not too sure call is appropriate They certainly muddy the waterseh

They do. It’s nice to have them . . on occasion.

Theyre a gas

If I could ask.

Always

Were the breasts what provoked you to conceive that it was porthole that could be turned to follow them rather than accept it as a static, fixed portal?

You fuckin kiddin me

                      Those breasts were amazing

Yes. And then we got to see every bit of her.

Every bit Sometimes leaving something to the imagination just doesnt cut it

Amen oops.

Ill allow it Ooh dreamed-one dont make a habit of it You can be replaced  Gun or not

0804,  Saturday,  13  6. 20

1123,  Saturday,  13  6. 20

Jefferson Starship  Sunrise  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udr8ET-joZ0

people can think on their feet if they truly want

                                                      though that would take a commitment

and theyre afraid 

rather than embrace realise the morality in the moment evince what is right what is honest what things ought to be and should be

              that they could make happen 

they cant bring themselves to do it they deny it

they play it safe

they believe their nonparticipation will not let the worst befall them 

cowards

           cowards who abjectly prefer to cover their ass

“Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.”  Lucio   Shakespeares Measure for Measure

                       the fear of failing atychiphobia

who knew that cowardice had such a fancy name

2248,  Thursday,  11  6. 20

1855,  Friday,  12  6. 20

Kacey Musgraves  Blowin'Smoke  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4i8WNoI3M8s

@realDonaldTrump

                    “Congressman @Denver4VA Riggleman is a true CONSERVATIVE leader who has done a great job for Virginia and will support our #MAGA Agenda. He defends our right to bear arms, protect our Borders & help small businesses. Denver has my Total Endorsement!”

https://www.npr.org/2020/06/11/872398675/a-gop-congressman-officiated-a-same-sex-wedding-now-he-faces-a-primary-challenge

hmm apparently somethings gone off the rails  if a former employee of Liberty University its former athletics director  Bob Good – not even Robert -- a born-again evangelical Christian – how many times can you be born-again – he didnt knowhe was askingreligion could take it in the ass for all he cared  challenges a man whose considered fault is that he respects and honors his fellow man

                                   its gone off the rails if humanity people  arent served and provided for unless they kowtow to Christ 

1511,  Friday,  12  6. 20

David Bowie  Space Oddity  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PgdZDXg0z0

the crunch of grey dead snowrotting snow underfoot

he disliked walking on its corpse

too cold to melt

once intact now its dragged pushed piled an unrecognisable mix of grey and clots of dirt sod sand and lumped gravel although he did enjoy its resurrection heated by the sun the snow melts runs off then freezes again at night people slip on its ice drop hurt themselves cars spin out crash  it seemed he was the only person who knew that melted dead snow refroze into ice

he knew irrefutablyhad evidence his fellow man was an idiot

that was when he was a boy  

education has worsened

more idiots

it was cold comfort knowing that he couldnt trust anyone other than himself
he didnt even bother to test the water

fool me once that old adage stopped dead right there

at least the rotting snow eventually melted and was absorbed or evaporated it would be refreshed next winter

it goes he hated this bit without saying  men would not

as a boy when snowstorms came in he went out

                                                   he imagined himself walking among log cabins smoking stone chimneys split rail fences large dullshining-from-within white canvas tents  and under the winds brisk breath he heard creeks seizing up with ice caked with snow and the lake they fed its edges moving center freezing snow dusting them snow dying without protest in the black quiet undulating water  

0550,  Twosday,  25  12. 18

0911,  Thursday,  11  6. 20

https://twitter.com/thehill/status/1271180403496194049?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1271214954721484801&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.mediaite.com%2Fonline%2Ftom-cotton-mocked-for-hysterical-anti-pc-rant-that-washington-monument-could-be-renamed-obelisk-of-wokeness%2F

Ohbrutha it was second time in a couple of days hed authored an Ohbrutha piece

Arkansas senator Tom Cotton who turned his stomach when he first appeared in Washington politickles a lapdogthe epitome of a lapdog  a cocklapping dog ranted on the Senate floor about the Obelisk of Wokeness his renaming of the Washington Monument

                      he whined about the presidents daughter Ivanka her speech cancelled at Wichita State he echoed her shrill accusation Cancel Culture which Cotton fit his mouth around who knew Ivanka had a dick when in fact her speech was made a MENU item not required

Cancel Culture

              evidently the president and Ivankas dicks fit in Cottons mouth which is really nothing any more than a modest sitting-Republican trick

                               had to take his hat off to them he preferred punany and tits

OHBRUTHA! theyre craven political animals which he didnt think were possible in America amoral animals who didnt care about truth or honesty or political lens beyond their own myopic selfinterest selfserving

Cotton was shit had been shit is shit

                                      he wouldnt have expected anything less

1417,  Friday,  12  6. 20 

https://www.mediaite.com/online/tom-cotton-mocked-for-hysterical-anti-pc-rant-that-washington-monument-could-be-renamed-obelisk-of-wokeness/   https://deadline.com/2020/06/ivanka-trump-slams-cancel-culture-wichita-state-invitation-rescinded-1202952778/

Major Travis Yates  Tulsa Oklahoma  PIG

                                           remember when cops were called PIGS! hes earned it

apparently he argues according to statistics MORE African-Americans ought to be shot

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/african-americans-probably-ought-be-shot-more-police-top-tulsa-n1229981

its hardreally hard to elaborate on that quote

                                              and harder yet to imagine an American president going to Tulsa to deliver a political address on Juneteenth the anniversary of the end of slavery  the anniversary of 19 June 1921 when 300 people died in Tulsa during a race riot most who were Black

     1245,  Friday,  12  6. 20