17.8.20



he was attracted to the title of a book A Rebours by Joris-Karl Huysmans he would be  A rebours translates to Against Nature
                  sometimes the best thing about a book is its title
like people one meets on the street

intriguing names

best thing about them

then a little work to forget them


titles lead him astray too often

his anticipation is corrupted – ainticipation – the pageswords within the cover fall flat fall on their face and hes disinclined to help them up or encourage them

he prefers to let them find their own feet if they can
                                                     he crosses his fingers that maybe then theyll succeed and be what their title intimated


intimated

subtle

not flashy or garish
                   not whorish

he was animated by his voyeuristic nature his tendencies  the inside of a wrist an elbow an armpit a pulse at the throat the scent of freshbrushed then tousled hair  the unspoken realm painted by eyecontact
                                                                                                    she they cast their eyes down when they meet and refuse to raise them againrefuse to let their silent eyes speak to covey what they would

many times he was told he was mistaken or brazen
                                                        Tell you what have a drink with me and well sit and we dont have to talk We can gaze into each others eyes an then lets see what they have to say

No.

That isnt risqué

No.  No thank you.

at least they were polite

he always accepted No

he didnt mind if they were polite or frantically brusqueabrasive they were always in control evenif they didnt think they were

too bad they were fearful of what their id might have tried to communicate
                                                                               they suffer their captivity
perhaps theyre alarmed by his freedom
                                         asif women arent free


they would be if they spent time with him



A Rebours 

he had no idea what it meant then

he just liked it

liked how it fit in his eyes


1803,  Thursday,  13  2. 20
1348,  Sunday,  16  8. 20




he struggled with her illness 

he was haplessly  

violently he wanted to blame  to blame someonesome  thing

blame
        it was really very human of him perhaps the best thing to do was drop it  solve if possible what was wrong


Whats wrong



she knew he knew   there was no righting this no solving it
                                                                  it would only end
it was no ones fault no ones blame

were born an that which we are is baked in the cake
                                                         we cannot escape our geneticsour muthafucking DNA


ALS  it stole her voice her strength to holdup her head her right arm now it was dragging on her lungsher breathing but it didnt affect her legs and with her help she made their caring of her easier than otherwise it would have been

she was his hero

he wouldnt be anywhere else in the world


they were able to acquire an eyegaze machine
                                               she had been texting with her left hand but her dexterity was failing rapidly if it had not been for the machine she would have nakedly only had her eyes to communicate her needs
her needs exceeded words
                            fortunately she had always been so very expressive with her eyes
                                                                                                   to say she had that in spades would have been an understatement


it was very scifi
                 Sterlings Shaper-Mechanists universe posthuman beings either augmented genetically and psychologically or by cybernetic hardware computer software and drugs the Mechanists were Lobsters and wireheads

the two campstheir ethics were so violently split that they warred

he wondered where she might have come down
                                                 she was uniquely drawn to heady esoteric realms yet worked and played plugged-in

they didnt have that conversation

one of so many conversations they didnt have because ofcourse  they had all the time in the world

still he was curious
                      it called into existence his viability 

youthful invincibility is shaken by others deaths 

when your child is dying before your eyes you wonder how you ever conceived of being invinciblewhy the word even exists

it describes nothing meaningful 


he like everyone is a pawn

1431,  Thursday,  13  2. 20
1122,  Sunday,  16  8. 20
McCoy Tyner  Inner Glimpse  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HzzNgnM-yk

16.8.20


Say It Aint So Joe was playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI3Zi056PuM on the stereo as his sister busied herself in a corner of the room

he couldnt see what she was tidying up
                                           she was notorious for keeping clean cleaner
Lu he barked at her back

she was in a safe place so she didnt startle not that that was his intent

he sat down on the sofa across from her
                                            Lu Stop your putzing aroundyour spitshine on something thats embarrassed by its cleanliness and keens for dust or dirt so not to have to recognise its naked soul

she scooted back on her kneesher haunches pushed her elbows back towards each otherarched her back if he wasnt her brother he might have wished he was clandestinely hidden in the corner to admire her stretch and how her large breasts pressed an reconfigured her blouse
                                               A bit of a pain in the ass, aren’t you, brother?

No Why don you busy your ass over to the couch and sit with me and listen to the song  I didnt know you knew it

I don’t. The record was on the turntable, somebody didn’t put it away when they were done listening to it . .
. . They may have gotten lucky

You’re the only one I know who repeatedly gets lucky . . so I thought why not give it a listen. Actually this is its second time through.

she sat down beside him

he put his arm up around her

she leaned her head onto his shoulder

So you donknow the song

No. I don’t. I do like it however; your name is in it.


they cuddled together and listened

before 7AM,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  29  7. 20
1717,  Saturday,  15  8. 20
Murray Head



A pretty piece to a puzzle, huh? To own it, you may have to die. 
                                                                      You interested?


Who or whats doin the killin  You

Weighing your odds?

Qualifyin my risk

Wouldn’t it be more fun, not knowing?

Howbout this I accept Take it  An take you out
                                                      That cant be fun knowinhuh
So violent his feathers ruffled

Youre makin the threat I don take kindly to threatscant imagine anyone would  Meet violence with violence I don know any other way


I can’t say.

I just did
         So maybe youll want to restate your proposition A pretty piece to a puzzlehuh To own it youll have to kill me

I dare you


I . . I . I don’t think I will.

See how smart you are
                          Deals off the table
Yes.
      I thought you’d be more humourous.

The puzzle piece was enticingno doubt But its only a small piece without context  Youre not looking for humourous Youre looking for foolish An my Maw didnt raise a foolish boy

he screwed up his face as he fingered the piece maybe contemplating another term another way of saying

An not raising a foolish boymuch to her chagrin always came up to bite her in the ass when she tried to manipulate me Yadon good work Maw Id tell her

Shed tell me to shaddup


I think this is where Im gonna tell you to shaddup
                                                     Save yourself Id rather not employ things I was taught to use in the jungle



I’m taking the piece with me.

Im not tempted

0109,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  5  8. 20
1456,  Saturday,  15  8. 20

15.8.20


when things occurred to him he didnt like to lose them he liked to capture themwrite them down rather than trust he would remember them when he knew things occurred all the time to him and his skull didnt have space enough to hold the binders
             it was from last night 
he was rubbing CBD salve into his daughters hands her fingers wrists forearms biceps her shoulders across the back of her neck up to the base of her skull

he watched her closed eyes to determine his pressurewatched how her eyes moved under her lids he didnt want her to flinch
      he HA not he  she was honing him hed been massaging her every evening for more than two months anif he did say so himself he was getting good at reading her by watchingintently her closed eyes


as he worked her fingers one at a time on her right handher arm had been useless for three months a strong memory overwhelmed him he admired her long slender fingers he hadnt noticed before

he was perplexed
                   nothing like this had happened before
but
    he went along with it

it was that sensethat growing excitement meeting a new woman a woman he wanted to have sex with
                                                                                                              anticipating if it would be tried and true or step afield  try something new whynot
                                                                            they were young supple  willing   he anticipated the adage Alls fair in love and war hed been in both  salivated  No holds barred




she put her fingers in his mouth and fondled his tongue   
                                                         he salivated spit ran onto his lips chin throat  still she fondled his tonguenuzzled and kissed his throat smeared her chin and cheeks and lips with his spit sighed deeply then dropped her head to take him in her mouthfondling his balls squeezing them tugging them reminding him who was in charge
       firmly she reminded him who the devourer was who the devouree was

he didnt have the same leverage when he turned the tables on her he wasnt predatory in her feline fashion the physical duress of his ejaculation weakening him
                                                     rather than thrust and plow as much as he wanted to biding his time he worked her furrows with his tongue made her suck her breath an when she got panickytried to pull him off her by his hairbucked her hips he locked out her legsheels to her fanny spreadwide he snarled an bit tonguelashed and tried to suck her inside out    

then  there were her noisescrieswailings gasps  she was over the moon eyeball to eyeball with stars

somehow she didnt break his nose she did bust his lip  though she might be saving up for when she decided to break his fucking neck
                   maybe



she had him by the balls again

he was okay with that
                        OhBrother was he ever
                                                                                                                                   then
she came up for air 
wide green eyes

she placed two fingers to her lips and spit 

she used her thumb to spread the wealth between them
                                                                                                                       then
taking him in her mouth againrunning the backs of her fingersher knuckles down his balls a quiet playful knock at his anus
     Huh
she took him deeper
                     in more ways than one
one eye opened wider
his breath caught
she took him deeper
a playful knuckle
                   Waitwait   Wait for me
a playful companion
                    GASP  Wait
they backed out
                 No Wait  Wait for me
friends forward againhead bobbing furiously
                                             suddenlydeep a choke fingers popped out
                                                                                         AWSHIT he growledgasped




they didnt smoke

weakly he said  I feel like we ought to share a cigarette

We don’t smoke.

Well smells like something burning

she wrinkled her nose sniffed
                                That’s passion you’re smelling


thought again @ 0840,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 12  2. 20
1207,  Saturday,  15  8. 20                                                                                              
McCoy Tyner  Contemplation  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wgzEIPsJDw       


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O Fake One  swallow your tongue an choke on it
1702,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20

14.8.20


welp that put a stopgap in his breathinghe wasnt sure hed ever heard anyone say that 
                                                                                                why would they


it had began as a pleasant conversation about the film Quills and the Marquis de Sade

then Tarzan went down the rabbithole chasing the thought that the Marquis and the singer Sade might be related

The de sent you chasing Really
                                   Reel off some latter day marquises youre familiar withcuz Im not It refers to nobility that once existedan maybe some families still play the gamestroke their dicks refer to themselves as marquises or dukes or earls counts   Count Dracula

Sades Nigerian Sade Adu in Yoruba dialect  Sade was French


Yeah. No. Sade’s not related. You think off the beaten pa . . 
. . Yah Off the path and into the spiny bramble
                                                  I hope it took gobs of flesh for its amusement for your discomfort 

Have you not heard of de Sade Sadism stemming from his namehis sexual appetites


I have heard of sadism.

I heard of the Marquis for years before I actually got my hands on a book . . they were considered pornographicwere censored

I like to read censored books to determine for myself an every book Ive read that was censored shouldnt have been 

Like comedy clubs

Nothings off the table

So if youre going to be offended  Dont fuckin go in


Ah . . you’ll have to excuse me, I’m somewhat a pornographic virgin.
                                                                       he couldnt breathe

1209,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20
Sade  The Sweetest Taboo  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s9VY9kqgfE



pissChrist
            the moniker formed up nicely in his skull Michelangelo may have had his hand in it as he soaked in a hot bath with Epsom salt listening to Miles Davis A Tribute to Jack Johnson


his brother found it yuck yuck yuck and thought to send it to him Yuck Yuck Yuck an old metalworked curlicue crucifix that their mother had squirreled away before she died  apparently one of more than twenty 

his father was clueless
                         but arent husbands when Mamaws rule the roost

his brother YUCK YUCK YUCKed all the way to the post office to mail the crucifix YUCKed mailing it to his atheist older brother



Whadafuck he thought as he took a package out of the postbox
                                                                   he was expecting a book delivery when he found it in the mailbox he thought the book would be heavier then he got pissed that maybe the book was in paperback and printed in a miniscule font that hed have to read with a magnifying glass  Onethousandanone pages   OhFuck me

taking it into the house he slipped a knife insliced the package open

Hmmnope
            not the book he was relieved he had no idea what it was

it was wrapped in packing paper

peeling away the packaging he noticed his brothers return address he didnt recognise his brothers handwriting his brother hadnt written in more than ten years

he wrotehe wrote his parents and siblings

they rarely wrote back  Too busy!
                                     Nah Crap Too fuckin lazy particularly when he told them he wouldnt be offended if they replied with a postcard
                              a simple postcard Hi! Wishing you were here. nobody wished he was there he was the proverbial fly in the ointment as family they shared were disagreements

when one said something he disagreed with he was immediately in their face

his Maw would say he was being rude not exhibiting good manners  hed been brought up better than that he loved that one

Excuse me Maw this is your motley crew You give em marching orders and theyre too thick not to push back

I’m their mot . .
. . Youre my mother
                     Donmake a bit of difference to me Were adults an Ill be damned if you think you can walk all over me because youre my mother I don play that game  No  No Mother May I


inside the packing paper was a nondescript deepred shallow cardboard box  inside it was the crucifix


he called his old mans number his kidbrother had been staying with his dad since his Maw died

his kidbrother answered Whadaya want? he was very humoured

I wanna talk to you

About?

Youre fuckin hilarious Whadaya think

Is it bigger or smaller than a breadbox? Haw hawhawhaw

You know exactly how big it is

It’s funny, huh?

Hilarious 

I was damn near cryin’, I laughed so hard at the post office window that the clerk almost offered me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes but I held up my handkerchief. She said It’s pretty funny, huh? I told her it was a scream. She started laughing. It’s nice to laugh when you don’t know what you’re laughing about.

It is Thank you I suppose

Where are you hanging it?

Im not hanging it

Maw had better than twenty; hell, I took one, I hung it.

Im not hanging it

I got an idea.

Yah

Yeah. My stolen painting . . . when he left Chicago to drive to Montana he took a painting his kidbrother did a piece of 15x15 plywood  he nailed slats to its edges to configure a frame about it the slats were from a partition wall they took down to enlarge their bedroom so they could quit sharing a queen bed the painting was on an orange field an oval outlined in a muddiedweave of gold and deepred the oval was a mottled drab deepgreen if he were polite if he were in mixed company he might have called it an olive  if he were rather he called it an asshole . . . My stolen painting, that your brotherinlaw complains about when he uses the head . . 
. . That he sees his brothers assholes

Yes.

What of it

Hang the crucifix there, give him a break from his brothers’ assholes. 
                                                                         they both burst out laughing


Whichah which ah do you think hell prefer since hes an atheist tooWrong hes agonistic fuckin alwaysalways hedging his bets no absolutes

You say he’s a bit of a homophobe too?

Yah Homophobe  but girl on girl is just fine and dandy

Yeah, it’s fine and dandy, it’s like candy.

Better

Aw, you’ve always been keen on that.

Have Was introduced to it when my mind was malleable

Your mind’s never been malleable. That’s why you’re a muthafucker.

Thank you but for an itsy bitsy bit I was
                                             Whadathink  I think hell prefer the asshole to the pissChrist
PissChrist?

Yah takin a pissthere he is Though have you noticed his head leans is turned right If Maw had one where hes looking straight ahead and down watchinim piss Oh Brother would have knocked it out of the park

I believe all crucifixes and icons have Christ’s head turned right.

Too bad  I would have thought at this late date someone would have turned it left  For cryinoutloud its the Twentyfirst Century

I hear you.

Innarested in makin a dream come true

No.
     I agree. He’ll prefer the asshole.


Great choiceshuh pissChrist or asshole

1259,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  8. 20
1309,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20

$168K -- killed


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O Fake One  swallow your tongue choke on it
1702,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20