It was nearlike being snowblind man It was awesome  

                                                            he was regaling a buddythey were stoned  with a hypnagogic reverie that he dragged by the hair into dream

he was unable to dust consciousness motes and starbursts out of his eyesoff the back of his eyelids so his imagined was seen diffusely  a brilliant white at its coreits body  a quivering aura softtipped radiating flame and spikes

 

Yah man hypnagogically she emerged asif from a lake  rising risingup I saw her crown a closecropped curly blonde  the crescent of her forehead widespaced eyes indigenous nose high cheeks a generous mouth firm jaw her throat an shoulders her breasts  naked she emerged until she stood across from me unashamed   

I beckoned her to stepped onto the tatami mat I was kneeling on

                                                                    she acquiesced an the tatami transformed into a mystical magic carpet and transported us into my dream

 

Inside she sat down on the mat across from me 

                                                   she then assumed an asana the lotus position

Man ever have a naked woman cross her legs into the lotus position seated across from you

No.

Me neither me neither 

                         Then impossiblyI thought impossibly  but I was dreaming she stretched upright tall assumed a long torso an then slowly leaning forward she placed her hands and elbows on the mat her arms in a type of chevron elbows out hands peaked together I saw her from the side then a long inverted exaggerated U Quiet  Elegant   Beautiful 

           then impossiblyI thought again she began leaning forward on her arms placed her head on her hands and snaked her bodystill in asana forward  slowly beginning to raise her legs up off the tatami  slowly slowly rising into a headstand

My perspective walked round and round her as her hips and crossed legs her torso grew into the air snakishly  raviishingly  Impossiby my dreamingself thought   Impossibly

 

Then like a statue she was standing on her head  in the lotus position 

                                                                             Fucking miraculous

 

I was in awe 

               I was still kneeling across from her admiring heradmiring her back her inversion she looked likeher body was shaped in the form of an exquisite purewhite blossom her aura flickering  flickering   tantalising

Then I heard words in my head a feminine voice   it encouraged me to stand

I did as I was told I was mesmerised I was an automaton   

 

Then I did as I was invited 

I pleasured herpleasured myself 

                                  pleasured us a doublescoop of delicious vanilla I Scream

 

Man wha a delight

                                  

She held her pose even as she came     

 

0054,  Monday,  12  10. 20 

1128,  Monday,  12  10. 20 

 

he only needed their namesno need to see their faces 

                                                         Deputy Campaign Manager Justin Clark  Campaign General Counsel Matthew Morgan  Michael Roman Campaign ha Staffer and Robert Paduchik Campaign Senior Advisor

he only needed their names because their identities wouldnt matter theyd be carefully be hidden behind masks NOnot coronavirus masks   rather white conical masks

1914,  Monday,  12 10. 20

https://www.msnbc.com/all-in/watch/here-are-some-of-the-people-trying-to-help-trump-sabotage-the-election-93713477522

 

he rubbed away tear residue at the edge of his eye with the ball of his finger

when he wept at night fine stardust fell near his eyes

comforting himself

                    he called them stardust tears

No he said Yare wrong  Im fueling

Fueling? You want to lie to yourself, call it something it isn’t, deny what it is?

he stood his groundhe gave his answer  

                                          he appreciated his brotherinlaws concern

You’re boozing. Call it what you want, but you’re boozing; and I’m worried.

Yashouldnt worry bout things yacant control I thought yawas smarter than that  Dig

he could see that his words stirred his facemixed emotions 

                                                              disturbing photos  superimposed overlayed

it was difficult to watch

so he closed his eyes and repeated calmly Im fueling 

                                                         It guides me inhuddles with me it helps  anit tastes good

Im no threat to anyone 

                           No one

his brotherinlaw seized up 

                           he could see it in his mouth trying to work its way out 

his jaw trembled

he struggled 

             he knew his brotherinlaw was trying to find fault in his logic while recognising the fueltheir teaming  had created marvelous insights introspection perceptions  and odd curious beauty

his brotherinlaw was weighing if he wanted to attempt an intervention hed need more people

his brotherinlaw probably thinking He’ll punch me in the mouth if I don’t back offI’ve said my piece . . . I best cut my losses.

he decided hed help him 

                           Keep at it man an Ill knock you out Yaknow I throw the first punch

his brotherinlaw knew 

                       he remembered two times distinctly probably a couple more if he really dug in while he was thinking on it   he did

Yabest not tempt fate

I have patience though when I am impugned its sorely taxed

 

I hear you.

Good 

       We in a good place  

Understand I do appreciate your concern

 

Im fueling an frankly Im wasting fuel on this

Im tempted to call it a confrontation but then yaint laying on your backyour mouth bleeding or worse

 

We done

Yeah. We’re done.

Good Think nothing of it 

                             I wont

 

his brotherinlaw knew he was dismissed 

                                             Get together for a putsch Thursday?

Yaknow me my dance card is always open Yalemme know what time works best for you  Later bro

Yes. Later.

2303,  Sunday,  11  10. 20

$216K -- Killed

when asked by The New York Times in August what the president would do with four more years of power he said 

"But so I think, I think it would be, I think it would be very, very, I think we’d have a very, very solid, we would continue what we’re doing.” 

                      which is ludicrous  the man doesnt think and saying so four times in a sentence isnt inspiring   

“ . . . we would continue what we are doing.”   killing Americans with coronavirus

its not the China Virus

it is the Trump Virus

1339,  Monday,  12  10. 20 

https://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show/asked-second-term-agenda-trump-s-answer-falls-far-short-n1242982?cid=eml_mra_20201012 

 

 

he wouldnt have thought that

but it didnt surprise him in the least

whats real in the real isnt off the mark in the irreal world of dreams

    basic  frankly

not to say that he wasnt titillatednot to say his cock didnt stand at attention and take notice it was bigger in his dreams 

but isnt that what dreams are about  emphasis   empha-sizing 

                                                                   his cock was like an exclamation point ! step back 

and away if haphazardly he turned in your direction  bruised ribsbroken jaw  cold cocked    a cop baton

 

he never imagined frankly thinking of all the years theyve been around! he never imagined artificial tits to follow him into his dreams 

                 never

a statuesque redheadher hair piled ontop of her head tendrils weeping out and down  pale flesh freckled 

                                                                                                               her tits like bowling ballsridiculously round perfectly symmetricimpossibly symmetric threeinch aureoles or rather bowlingball balloons that whispered latexlyecstatically beneath a sheer opaque greened top she rolled themsqueezed and pressed together tantalising  taunting  her tongue working behind her lips or loosenedlapping sensually lolling licking at her red lips 

                                                  he watched her like a cat

he wasnt put off by their fakeness 

                                     he didnt mind her playing with themdidnt mind her massaging them or pinching her erect nipples

he didnt mind the amberlighted atmosphere around her shimmering moistened making her skin shimmeriridescent  wetted  aerosolized    scentedwater atomised

 

then he was put off 

                       yet fascinated as only a voyeur can be  and fantasising

 

earlymorning,  Saturday,  10  10. 20

1204,  Sunday,  11  10. 20

Sting  Fields of Gold  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLVq0IAzh1A

 

You’re responsible, of course . . 

. . Of course of course 

                        Excuse my interruption   Of course

You are resp . .

. . Responsible  Of course

You are.

Saying so doesnt make it so

If Im responsible  do tell

You are . . 

. . I am tell me  I am what

                              Anhow Im tired of pitiful and paltry accusations  So  out of your mouthyou being held solely accountable because I will hold you accountable  You  No one else

 

I’ve been informed.

Again saying so  Ill hold you an no one else accountable 

                                                         Do you understand you alone  Youre treading precarious waters Do you swim well

 

I'm only the messenger.

That will not let you off the hook  What comes out of your mouth are your words  If you accuse me of anything that is  imagine  a responsibility falling squarely on you 

                                                    Tread carefully  It is time you weigh your allegiances  I will take you at your word

 

You're threatening me?

Speak

 

Are you threatening me?

Speak 

     speak  your life depends upon it

 

few people will ever speak as if their lives depended upon their words

he was a man of words but he was also a man of action and preferred his actions precede him

for one  he would never let himself speak instead of act

words can become a harbour of cowardice

 

taken captive

no

hed die before buying a few days of brutalised life 

                                                      that isnt living

 

2039,  Saturday,  10  10. 20 

0003,  Sunday,  11  10. 20

Chicago Transit Authority   I’m a Man   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8vY3vAbAdQ 

Free Form Guitar  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJ4eh2x2B1E

 

the soft underbelly

                     first time he heard it said had he known the term erotic he would have clutched it to his cock like his rustcoloured stuffed bunny  for it certainly nuzzled at his underdeveloped testes and fervently captured his attention

   soft   underbelly

 

it wasnt a tactical termit wouldnt be 

                                       tactical didnt align with his nascent manner of being  thinking he knew then as a boy he wouldnt be cannon fodder 

                                     militaristic chants or words or ploys like honour loyalty patriotism didnt quiver his balls

particularly not patriotism 

                          overhearing remarks and conversations of A-bombs H-bombs  teachers trying to make him cower under his desk  Im not  You will.  Im not  Get under your desk.  I dont believe a desk overhead will protect me or save my life  Ill head home 

                                 patriotism was a joke for the Atomic the Nuclear Age

what was served up then as patriotism wasnt nothing but nationalism 

                                                                           and he figured that it wasnt anything more than lipstick on a patriotic pig a greedy fucking pig watching out for itself

damn their brethren in humanity 

GI Joe

Valour

Vietnam 

          didnt sound like soft underbelly  they werent pleasing

the agreed tact would be that without sacrifice self-sacrifice a soft underbelly wouldnt be had wouldnt be worth having or deleteriously  only those who served deserved it

what a fucking mindset 

                          a kind that would confer rape and pillage to the victor

a craven whitewha other colour would it behuh  nationalistic America   it wasnt among the cards he held

Give me life liberty or give me death 

                                       Patrick Henry would have to excuse him for molesting or stepping on his lines 

 

soft underbelly 

                 it made his cock hard 

1609,  Saturday,  10  10. 20

 

Who? his wife asked

Yawho

his buddy repeated who Michele.

Michele I scarcely rememberwhy do you remember

Because she was insanely hot, Michele.

his wife looked at himnarrowing her huge brown eyes 

                                                          How come I haven’t heard of this insanely hot Michele before?

Yeah? his best buddy asked throwing gas on a pitiful fire

he gave him a sideglance Ya kiddin me

No. his wife said You can answer me first.

Obviously she didnt scratch my mem . . 

. . And how many other women haven’t scratched your memory?  You were terribly successful with women. Every time we return to Chicago you happen to run into another old girlfriend an . .

. . And he hugs and kisses them so damn familiarly.

Yeah. Like they’re still in a relationship.

Yeah.

Are you two done yammering  Technically I still am in a relationship with them  Theyre my friends  None of my relationships ended with hard feelings  We tended near mutualat least mutually understanding what the other person wanted to pursue 

                   Yaknow if you love somethingsomeone let itlet em go

Maybe I didnt love them but I was terribly fond of them and we respected each others autonomy

 

He’s really like that, isn’t he? Fucking knight on a white horse.

Thats a white stallion 

                        he snickered because he felt like it out of the corner of his eyehe was grateful his eyes had corners he saw his wife wasnt amused  evidently Michele crawled up her ass and really irritated her 

she was his wife he told her he loved her he didntlike some guys use love as an angle to get into a girls pants

she shouldnt be jealous

he was jealous only once and thats all it took he didnt like the freak looking back at him in the bathroom mirror

by the time he finished shaving he put away jealousybanished it and didnt have a problem with it again 

                                                                                                               it didnt again raise its hoary head 

                      had it hedve knocked it head clean off jealousy is an ugly ugly thing

Yah A white stallion 

                        Listen baby Michele slipped my mind You knowIve often told you that while physically you had the goodsyou attracted me if you hadnt the intellect the intelligence  buhbye baby  buhbye

Michele was a buhbye

An awfully nice girl but we werent compatible

That’s, that’s a miserable reason for not continuing to see a girl; com’on.

Alan Youre full of shit

 

his wife continued to eyeball him

Evidently Michele found a hole in my memory Until Alan said I wouldnt have remembered  There were no significant attachments adhesions

 

Yet you spent the night with her.

I spent one night with her

One night?

Alan echoed Fuckin’ crazy, you spent only one night?

he felt like he was at a carnival and two people closest to him were barkersran a freak show

he held up his index finger One night A second night wasnt going to up her acuity

I would think her acuity would have been evident before you took her to bed. his wife said

Yeah. said Alan more gas    

The calling card is physicality If Im not attracted its a no-go  An the go went

she harrumphed

No No Yadont get to harrumph If your face an shape didnt attracted me like a bee to pollen we wouldnt be married An you Alan yaint helping matters Yaint married so shaddup 

As a matter of fact yacan both shaddup I knew Michele briefly seveneight years ago She was a nice girl We had a nice time An she returned my cashmere sweater after I told her I wasnt going to be seeing her again

I didnt break her heart

 

But if you ran into her again you’d give her a bear hug and kiss her.

Insanely hot  Guilty as charged

1306,  Saturday,  10  10. 20

she came up on him without hestitationemphatically 

                                                        I know you, you know me, yes?

he looked her in the face  freckledbrown skin black hair  huge black expressive eyes

he had just entered the barhadnt looked around 

                                                  apparently she was 

                                                                         I know weve met  You do look famil . . 

. . I do?!

You do yes   Though    searching my mind   from where

Yes.  Yes.  I don’t think, if you are who I think you are, where we met might trouble you.

Trouble me

Yes. When we met . . er . it was at a sudden . . you . ah . weren’t perturbed.

As a matter of fact you were quite lovely, and gay.

Lovely  and gay brutha youd think Id remember being bothsimultaneously  and exactly where I was

she was eager 

               Do you want me to share some hints?

This isnt ten questions is it  We have met

she laughed musically 

                         Hints, hints, not questions; and I’ll say inside of five you’ll recall; it’s fuckin’ unbelievable . . my girlfriends are going to shit.

Inside five

Yes!

Wanna bet

A drink. I know you’re honest; I wouldn’t have slept with you otherwi . . 

. . Slept . . with me

Yes.

I remember all the women Ive slept with an . .  

. . Yes. You told me you’d never forget me; I cheated on my husband with you.

Youre married

No.

 

Three hints

Yes.

This will knock it out of the park, I mean BAM!

Bam

BAM!

he smiled largely wishing now of all times he had a pair of ridiculously deep dimples  as she did 

                                                                                               maybe her enthusiasm was rubbing off on him or he was thinking what drink he was going to order for her to buy for him 

                                                                                                   BAM

YES. 

         Wait for it. 

Waiting

You waited beautifully, stoically perhaps, then too.

 

So I wasnt shabby

Nooo. 

       Thinking ‘bout it now, I’m getting moist. she cleared her throat

Moist

Moist. 

      she cleared her throat again

Keep this up I may prematurely ejaculate

she burst into laughtershe didnt cover her mouth

he was becoming very fond of her

she wasnt married

 

Okay.  Thank you for being patient with me.

people had to wait turns to move around them as they stood in the aisle completely obviously of everyone sliding around them 

      civilly

Okay.   Ready?

Getting stiffer by the min . . 

. . Stop! You’re, you’re distracting me . . . I wanna sa . . 

. . An so do I  yer killin me here

she laughed again eyes growing wet didnt cover her mouth her fuckin dimples impossibly deep 

                                                                                                    freckles

Okay, okay . . Okay.

she collected herselfquieted herself  daubed her eyes with her fingertips and wiped them on her scooped-necked blouse

Okay.

Okay

We made love in a huge, whitewood baby crib, a crystal and driftwood mobile turning over our heads; you were fascinated by it, I was on top, straddling you.

he didnt say  whitewood baby crib 

                                      he said Yes  yes I remember

You do?

I remember

Where were we?

 

he stepped closely into herpushed her hair out of her face and kissed her deeply

she kissed him back deeply

 

when their long deep kiss began to urge them to do other things they broke their clench

she smiled softly  luminously 

                                 Where?

In my dream

And I, in my dream.

We shared a dream

We did.

 

1419,  Reggae Friday,  9  10. 20

Vera Lynn  We’ll Meet Again  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsM_VmN6ytk 

$214K -- Killed

a baby rattle

               if you want to hear what a baby rattle sounds like in a human voice listen to Drumpf prattle on: https://www.msnbc.com/morning-joe/watch/trump-unmoored-calls-for-indictment-of-his-political-opponents-93500485822

1633,  Reggae Friday,  9  10. 20

 

as the telephone recording machine kicked on in her studio – the only phone in her house -- she didnt get up to answer it she was busy  

                   it amused her when people rushed to pick up their phonessometimes fumbling them in their hurry that somehow a ring has become a RING! demanding their IMMEDIATE ATTENTION IMMEDIATE ACKNOWLDGEMENT Mach schnell! 

                                           and this immediacy has provokedhas taught callers or texters to become irritate if they have to wait even a remedial length of time  perhaps thinking I’m calling! What’s so important! (which in actuality they should thinking  I’m important! – a legend in their minds) 

behind her music as she painted she heard the recorder mumble   again  probably the fifth time this morning  . . warning, your Apple iCloud has been breached! Please do not use any Apple devise until you contact an Apple Support advisor . .

she had to switch out brushes refill her coffee so heading to the kitchen passing the machine 3 smart in red she hit play and erased one Apple warning after the other

then continuing to the kitchen for coffee her telephone immediately rang again

                                                                                  she was getting coffee

the machine began recording

                                This is a warning, your Apple iCloud . . 

                                                                          good thing she was pouring coffee and not drinking it it might have shot out through her nose

                                                      she was tickled 

returning to the studio she erased the message as she passed

the telephone RANG . . This is a WARNING  your iCloud has been breached . .

in a flash it occurred to hershe thought Ohbrother Im becoming as tenacious as a machine as a robocall 

                                                                                                              . . as tenacious as a machine . .

the thought humoured her 

sipping her coffee she was illuminated by another thought 

she giggled 

           then her giggle rose to a full bellylaugh

                                                     she thought the robocalls incited it  My tenacity really  she might have to be thankful to every mook who tried hitting on her at the bar as she treated her to a drink celebrating a canvas sold a canvas complete

                        who she ignoredwithout so much as looking at them  with an abrupt No thank you

if the mooks hadnt hit on her she might now be peeved at the phony robocalls but was also enjoying her extreme delight as warranted by the thought of her machine-like tenacity 

she didnt own an Apple devise

1027,  Reggae Friday,  9  10. 20

Shadowfax  Another Country  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrnpyIg_-m4

 

after years and years of bending his mindwhipping it with grass peyote psilocybin windowpane  Don’t forget booze.  Thank you  I would have  You’re welcome. he tried to be polite to himself  he found that he best-preferred his hypnagogic and hypnopompic states

they were hallucinogens too

falling into sleep

waking from sleep 

                     he had become as adept at playing with them as he was at manipulating his dreams  lucid dreaming  Man, that’s the only time we’re lucid.  Careful I have my moments  You keep thinking that. Your legions would agree with me. 

Lucidity is a hard drug 

                         all his legions had to do was recognise that he didnt scratch his mind with chemicals not heroin meth or pills he gave himself a pass on the two handfuls of windowpane 

Well he thought  Ill have to concede better late than never  You can say that again.  Keep it up buddy and Ill stuff the keyhole with putty  We’ll dig it out.  Ahh but the moments youll miss in the meantime  Yes, there is that.  I, we, apologise for being snide.  Apologies accepted Thank you  You’re welcome. himselves tried to be polite to him

 

0557,  Thursday,  8  10. 20

1305,  Thursday,  8  10. 20

 

she knitted her fingers in front of her face and wept softly 

he saw her tears roll down her cheeks individually 

                                                          she kept knitting  didnt wipe them away

he cared deeply for her 

                         however he didnt know what he could saythat he could to anything that might answer her Whys or pleas help her alleviate what wormed in her heart and guts  which he couldnt have imaginedforeseen unless he was an emotionally-attuned antennae-spiked freak

freak wasnt too strong a word  comparatively

the life hed known was blunt force and trauma

it fixed him to be who he was

he figured everyone is either forged delicately stitched or grown with the apparent ease of a wild plant 

later he teased in letters  in private conversations  he considered emotions he blunted or were blunted sheared or cauterised  the trauma of drama 

                                     the word he teased was drauma      

he knewnot that he could be but knew people who were unfortunately wove knitted  suffered cloaks made from fabrics of dramatised trauma

comparatively  he believed or understood draumatic people were wells an he was nothing more than a rut scratched in hardscrabble earth

  

2246,  Twosday,  6  10. 20

1147,  Thursday,  8  10. 20

Free  Wishing Well  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdWz2fbiSno