Mare Lovell 

             last name not to be confused with or was related to James Lovell twice to the moon but didnt walk on it

he was like James twice to her bedroomspent the night but didnt walk

he rapped at the house door

she was expecting himshe made the invitation 

Mare times was scatterbrained it endeared her to him mostly because shit stuck in his memorybanks 

                                                                                                           Good thing you have a long memory; I need it. she laughed gayly it was infectious deep dimples

he checked the door locked 

                              he rapped again

he took the key from its hiding spot 

                                      when her mother was alive shed call him if she was running late and ask him to go over and help her with her medication

he went to school mornings he studiedwas free in the afternoon

he didnt mind 

               her father was somewhat an art collector the house was huge Mare would forget to tell him of her fathers latest purchase so when he helped out he was often thrilled hed leave notes for her fatherhis opinion his father left him notes  acknowledged his eye 

he unlocked the door and returned the keyhe had a key in his pocket 

                                                                         twice before he broke a window to get in when Mare took the key inside but didnt return it

it was critical her mother have her medicine

later there was a full-time nurse

which was a reprieve a relief to Mare and him

Mare he said rather than yelled 

                                  she was jumpyoften distracted by the thoughts in her headamazing thoughts so if he yelled hed pop her like a bolt of speed

her choices were 747s Xanax Klonopin Seconal Numbutal he disliked the fit of it on her called it Numbedbrutal Yeah, well, just be grateful you don’t have to take these. 

he wasnt sure she had to  

he heard a shuffling upstairs

he bound up the carpeted stairs

the sound was from her room her father let her have the master bedroom its spacious bath and closets Mare promptly dropped a Californian King in it 

                                  one could get lost in it 

she did the two times he slept with her dejectedlySLEPT

her door was cracked

she wasnt modest 

                    Everybody’s got a body. Yah but not everybodys got a body like you Mare Ya understand how it affects me she laughed  I do; it's uplifting for you.  Ah, poor baby, bad joke. she conceded then and a few other times to give him crazed hand jobs 

                               she was marvelously intent her eyes fixed on his cock  glanced up into his eyes as she stroked himread him they went on fifteentwenty minutes  she teased him a couple times that she lost where his ejaculate went I think it hit the ceiling. 

It's textured, no big deal. 

he went in noiselessly

her long curly redhair hung off the bed 

by look of the appleass hiding her face the girls were deep in the throes of a hardy sixtynine 

he walked up to the edge of the bed they didnt hear him  Mares eyes were closed

he ran his thumbnail down the girls spine to the cleavage of her ass

she wiggled her fanny 

                       she likes it

he sucked his thumbwetting it ran it down her spine again and poked her in the ass

                                                                                         she likes it 

he poked deeper 

                 she likes it 

he wiggledstuck his thumb up her ass she gaspedmuffled then with his thumb in her ass he took ahold of her hip and lifted her pussy off Mares faceher lapping tongue 

                                                    the gal moaned but consumed enthusiastically kept after Mares pussy   

she looked up at him wideeyed huge hickorybrown eyes her face shinysmeared with her girlfriends juices 

                                                                                                                             Jesus Mare ya couldve told me you were queer

she peeped I’m queer. 

                      then smiled her big radiant infectious dimpled smile that always warmed the cockles of his heart and cock 

Im downstairs Had a dinner invite  

Damn. I forgot.

0023,  Reggae Friday,  11  6. 21

1433,  Monday,  14  6. 21

Shaolin Astronauts  Fe  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdU616UI_aU

scribbling yet another bell-curve he might have been dismayed that he wasnt drawing it upsidedown but they were sitting side by side as opposed to usual seats across from each other

he struck a median line down from the nipplethe tippytop drew it down to the X-axis  That’s intelligence, the Y-axis denotes population.

The median connotes the IQ quotient of one hundred, the population mean.  he printed 100

Which population

Worldwide population.

I gotta dispute that 

                     Show me the bell-curve of Comptonmuch abused  Inner City of Chicago or Detroit  show me the gated communitiesthe compounds that have their own police force  Bel-Air   Show me those

For simplicity’s sake, let’s agree this is representative worldwide.

I cant 

      Show me the axes and curve for Palestinians in apartheid Israel  the supposition that the mean is a hunred is audacious   But it serves your purpose correct

It serves my purpose.

As long as you admit it

I’m not admitting that, I’m sharing what people who know, the experts, have learned. This is their representation.

Name me one expert

I can’t, however they’re experts.

Weak man but as long as youve admitted it serves your purpose lets continue for the sake of argume . .

. . Which you’re always up for.

I am hellyah When anyone runs their mouth without identifying who they is experts are yare gonna get my attention my ire An don lean on Trust me I don trust anyone

                                                  Youll recall Just the facts, ma’am, just the facts. Im Joe Friday every day of the week anya know that so don get irritated with me  Ya know Ill call ya out 

Are you done?

Im done until you irritate me again 

The g-factor, s.d., is approximately sixteen points on the X-axis.

Jesus Irritated  G-factor s. d. Wha the fuck ya talkin about 

G-factor, general intelligence factor, s. d., standard deviation, which is understood . .

. . Not by me

Which is understood, if you’d hear me out.

Where do you find this shit

It comes up on my cellphone.

IQ tests come up on your phone an you take them

It’s right there, if I’m unoccupied at the momen . .

. . Your devise beckons  it has learnedits algorithms have learned by your handyer involvement that yare susceptible  Your devise is gaming you

I’m interested in my IQ . . 

. . Because it swings wildly aboutsometimes yare intelligent sometimes yare not

No. his eyes brightened   Because I’m curious.

Donmake me laugh thats not curious Seems more likely ya can be led around by the nose duped are compulsive or possibly a tad maniacal

                          Thats not curious

You’re being judgey.

Stop were offpoint Back to your defense G-factor s. d.

 

Lose your place in line

Standard deviation which is understood  wha

he cleared his throat asif he hadnt 

                                     Understood to be sixteen points. Per the s. d., the medium, onehundred, one standard deviation, s. d., along the X-axis, intelligence increasing, is onehundredsixteen; those less fortunate, by one s.d., fall to eightyfour . .

. . Like bottom line for military service and cops

I don’t know that.

I doneither though I wouldnt be surprised Lotsa cops come out of the military To our dismaymy bitter dismay their trainingtheir mindset is to kill They wont be peace officers More likely have an occupation force mentality Ya don de-escalation pointing a gun at someone An dondare question them their understanding is your immediate submission

For once they get to give orders

I don’t know that.

Now you do Consider yourself enlightened 

                                              Yaknow for all your G-factor s.d. axes bell-curves you probably missed your calling  Yacould have beenyears ago a sensational eugenicist  yacould have been up to your wrists and elbows in womens bodies sterilising them  Snipsnip here an a snipsnip there neutering men  Paladin Have Icepick Will Travel  Richard Boone-y lobotomies

 

Nothing

My point, if you can listen, was going to be about people who are two standard deviations above the median. Imagine. Onehundredthirtytwo, which according to Mensa represents only two percent of the population.

                                                                                                   Think of that! What would someone of that intelligence have to say to you or me that we’d understand or we might say to them that they already didn’t know.

he made his point

he was terribly pleased with himself

Jesus Mensa 

               I hear MensaI know what it is  an I hear Oy vey Such a mensch

However someone of integrity or who is honourable isnt necessarily smart IQ smart  Their street smart might crush your intellectual  An I cant help but immediately think of the stenciled tshirt mister missus or miss Onehunredthirtytwo is wearing

 

Are you gonna say?

Thought youd never ask 

                          Excuse me the pen please

he was hesitant to give up the pen

Ill give back  he had to slip it out of his hand 

                                               he wrote on the pageclutched in a clipboard beneath the elaborate bell-curve and indexing 

finishing he handed the pen and paper back to him  he circled his remark because the eugenicist didnt watch him write

he read it to himself

DONT TALK TO ME

YOUR WORDS MEAN NOTHING

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1222,  Monday,  14  6. 21

https://www.123test.com/g-factor/ 

 

Him, there. she pointedquickly a stiletto stick in an out  Avoid him.

Avoid him?

Yes, by all means; though it isn't as hard as it sounds.

How do you mean?

He doesn’t know you’re alive, or could he care. 

He’s a good looking man.

Yeahhe’s got that going for him, could call him enticing, but it’s a façade. 

she put the tip of her little finger to her lips 

                                            Ah. You made a play and he didn't bite?

Bite? He looked right through me, not my approach, but through me asif I wasn’t there.

                                                                                            Sidestepping me he said  Excuse me, please.

Excuse me? 

               You’re a goodlooking woman.

Thank you.  Excuse me. 

                                 

there is a void in him

                         its only grown larger 

hes interested in what hes interested in but that doesnt extend to peopledoesnt seek affection or company

the void has only hardened like a chrysalis except no butterfly is going to emerge  he is selfcontained selfmaintained

comfortable in his skin and company

the void will only grow larger

why would he drag anyone into it

thatd be selfish

1350,  Sunday,  13  6. 21

missing accent marks Akale Wube  Gubelye https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwANWwGy-2U

 

with nothing in mindwhich was an accomplishment

                                                   four minutes past midnightgreeting the new day was anything cookin

he was a greeter  once upon a time in a radicallydifferent life he might have worked for WalMart  served time in Hell

he was good at it

                 which is why he flexed muscles imposed his curiosity dealt his insights and perceptions to customers at a local liquorstore 

he greeted them by their names

they didnt know if they liked that

he made them like it

despite themselves

 

with nothing in mind 

                      he had given himself ten minutes to come up with something it was eleven past midnighthe better get a move on rather his brain had better 

FUCK YOU. 

          Ahgood still have a partner 

MISSED THE BOAT. FOURTEEN PAST.

Maybe in the morning

IF WE’RE STILL HERE.  

In the morning

LOVE YER OPTIMISM.

 

0004,  Sunday,  13  6. 21

 

                  everything 

                            everything  had an aura tonight    Everything embedded with light

in  bed  with  light 

he knew he was exactly where he should be there was nowhere else  to be

                                                                                  to Be

he couldnt have been anywhere else 

                                       which confirmed for the hunredth timethe thousandth time

he was right to leave

I’d like you to meet my son, Joe. When he grows up he’s not going to live here, he’s moving away to live somewhere else. 

     Where? No. He can’t say. Just going to live somewhere else.

 

when he got married West Side Story Somewhere was sung 

                                                                 he happened somewhere

like him she sought Somewhere too 

                                           Somewhere else

where they found light

where light was accompanied by rainbowed auras   canyonsounds had echoes

then the lights went out

 

it was hard for him to know exactly where he was

                                                                   for years 

this evening bathed in an exquisite cool breeze Luna was two days in a new moon silverwhite slivered  looked like a slick scimitar

yesterday Venus trailed herthey were exceptional close he watched them go behind the hills that formed the horizon

tonight Venus led the way 

                           flickering  yelloworangamber hued orangyolkamberred tingedRED gone

all the while embraced by her octopusmate her vivacious aura

Luna wore a weddinghalo and followed

                                         the stars watched shivered  their light sparkling and veiledenveloped

2134,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

 

 

No thanks he spoke into the reflection off the microwave door he had no idea microwaves were that big  Give me what artichoke you will an Ill boil it the oldfashioned way on top the stove 

The microwave works; the nutrients don’t leech out as when you boil it.

Knock yourself out I prefer boiled Ill enjoy mine in good time

The microwave works, I’m telling you.

Youve told me I hear youheard you loud and clear  Which artichoke would be mine 

he got the water going on and began paring the artichoke  What are you doing?  Prepping the artichoke  I haven’t seen that before.  Yare kiddin me though now you have  I’ll wait on my artichoke for you.  No don knock yourself out 

he counted how many times he knocked himself out 

                                                       pulling the artichoke out of the microwave he plucked a leaf tried it he tugged on it with his front teeth it was tough  putting it back into the microwave he said It’s tough.

I can see

You got to make a face? I could have eaten it with my molars, if I wanted to.

Ifya want  Sounds nuts 

I have on occasion.

As I said  ifya want but that doesnt make any sense to me 

Boiling the hell out of . .

. . When you were a kid thats how it was cooked anya ate it

I was a child; now we know bett . .

. . You know better 

I know better, yes, I know better. I’d rather enjoy all the nutrients now, because I can use a microwave.

Look at it however youd like  Im content eating in forty minutes Boiling it isnt as labor-intensive as microwaving it

That the fourth time you put it back in

I’m not counting.

I am Its the fourth time he watched him tug at it then he went after it with his molarshe wasnt going to concede  Yamight wanna put it back in  It doesnt seem its done  

It’s tough; I think it’s the artichoke.

I think its you

he put it back into the microwave two more times

he could understandgot that wrong he saw how many meals and vegetables were for the microwave at the market he conceded the convenience but convenience didnt play in his life he loved the process the selection of ingredients the preparation seasoning how the foodthe kitchen smelled better and better as the meal cooked he liked how his belly growledanticipating a meal 

he would have preferred eatingsharing dinner with another but that wasnt often in the cards  he always played the cards he was dealt

his artichoke was tender he dipped every third or fourth leaf in butter he scooped the choke out cut the heart into quarters dropped a quarter in slathered it with melted butter 

when he finished he almost was spot-on with the butter  just a little left bits of artichoke in it  he tipped the bowl to his mouth and sipped the last of the butter  he licked the bowl

You made that look obscenely good.

I would have been happy to share

No. I had mine.

It was tough

It was; you got the better of the two artichokes.

Apparently

             it was no fun beating a dead horse

 

1050,  Reggae Friday,  11  6. 21

1033,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

Peter Tosh  Mystic Man  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8od_UP0omg

     

       cooch

              disregarding its slang its a marvelous sounding wordmusical  whos the cooch on the couch  damn poetic 

Get over yourself  listen to the music 

                                     cock isnt melodic  more similar to bang bam  toolish   foolish 

cooch 

       Got accoohtrementsbaby  like milk for cookies hot fudge for vanillabean icecream   Go au naturelbabe   

NOno no not olive oil

                     Please no olive oil  Your cooch putany pussy aint salad

                                                                                   Think  dessert  

he had dessert

Norwegian Kristian

Miami

she prepared pompano en papillotemusical 

had gone to the fish market in Coconut Grove where he treated her to conch chowder

Ready for dessert?

                   she giggled  it lit her face electrified her iceblue eyes 

coming out of the kitchen she set a huge oval metal platter of fresh fruit before him papaya mango banana blueberries 

she giggled again  she used the edges of her long hands to gently spread the fruit from center to the rounded edges

she sighed  Now I need your help.

Awright 

Push your chair back so I can get between you and the table. 

Awright he was terribly amused

she stepped between him and the table

Dessert he asked 

Patience, baby. 

The fruit looks amazing

It does; now help me, my hands are sticky. 

How can I help

Undo my shorts 

he was Johnnyonthespot didnt have to ask him twice 

the shorts were buttoned 

he played as he unbuttoned them kissed her belly tongued her bellybutton

                                                                                   Are you going to take them down? 

Did ya want me to take them down 

I do. 

he ran his hands up her waistdown her waist catching her pants with the sides of his handhis thumbs at her belly his thumbs at the hollow of her hips her pelvis  her pants fell noiselessly to the floor

she deftly kicked them aside

                               Dessert?

Please 

Help me up. 

he lifted her up set her on the platter 

she laid back on the beech diningroom table set her feet on his thighs 

pushing the chair back he rested her legs on his arms

eventually he got they got to the fruit

she drizzled it with coconut oil                                                                                                                       

1506,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

1250,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

Awcomon 

Aw come on nothing.

Nothing ya kiddin me

Take five, give it a rest.

Take five 

          Ya don take fivedon take your foot off the gas when yare right

Wha do people actually get when they lie to get it

                                                     Its simple straightforward

looking him in the face as he spoke he watched him go stony try to disconnectslip off the hook

                                                                                                   he yanked on the line Comon  yare a selfdeclared prophet of truth a beacon a bright lighthouse above rocky shoals protecting vessels filled to brimming with humanity 

                           Step up 

Stony reset his jaw

he wasnt impressed 

                      Stony didnt have a square chin it came to a point a button  crack him on it an out go the lights

Steppin to the plate man

Stony stroked his jawhis hand hiding the button he looked a little more formidable 

                                                                                         So what do you think? 

formidable fell on its face

I said wha I thought when I asked

You asked, I’m asking you.

Whadid the question imply

I can’t read your mind.

Ya can tell whawas on my mind by my expression body language  the tone in my voice

                                                                                                 A blind man could 

That was uncalled for.

Ya gimme no choice gotta dig in my spurs  Whado people actually get when they lie to get it

They think they get what they want. 

They do  Do they 

No.

Thank you Im prophetconfirmed 

                                      Took your sweet ass time arriving

0141,  Monday,  7  6. 21

2247,  Twosday,  8  6. 21