7.8.22


By coincidence
                           By coincidenceWhas tha mean to you 

to him it smells to highheaven like rotting cod   a rotting codpiece filthy

they said By coincidence

he knew Horseshit 
                    coudnt sell himthey should have known better than try to blow smoke up his assfailed to see how transparent they were didnt look in a bright clean mirrorrather one opaque its silver warped  failed
they didnt stepaway hesitate the slightest to look at themselves objectively

they wanted what they wanted

Please couldntve saved him from itleft him out of the lie

hed rather not be associated

the sudden hustle out of town Got a bug up my ass.  at least that was true  

he knew who the bug was


they have an itch to scratch

despite being told no to their face

thinking

the possibility remains


he told them more than hafyear ago she was a no-go topped it with a healthy creamy dollop of Absolutely a no-go

they don believe in absolutes

at the time  Really he asked Nothing is absolute

Nothing. I refuse to believe in them.

Yare wrong

Don’t tell me what I believe. got a little hot under the collar  which was his pointwhat he wanted

So  frankly circumstances do exist tha youd have sex with a man they were homophobic

his skull swelledpuffed like it was going to blow

Absolutes exist 
                 By your word youd fuck a guy or hed fuck youId bet hed fuck you thaway you coud conceive ya werent an active participant you happened to drop the bar of soap 
                                                              he laughed grimly
Don tell me absolutes do not exist



she was absolutely a no-go

they coudnt help themself

had tojust had to keep sniffing around    

2123,  Saturday,  6  8. 22
1031,  Sunday,  7  8. 22

6.8.22


role model


Thas a heavy lift

An awesome responsibility

he didnt have one  woudnt want to shackleupbraiddefame anyone 
                                                                         Whos yours  Think about it
I don’t have to think. 
Thinkplease
I don’t I know.

Your father

  Yes.
         Have I said before.

Yaoughta know

I don’thave I said?
Yes
        Which is why I wanted to you to search your mind not grab low hanging fruit 
He wasn’t.

Don take offensedidnt mean to offend you   I should have prefaced it your role model outside the home

How many role models do you think people have?

I don know people are faceted Soundsseems reasonable to have more than one

I’d have to think.

he gave him that shot in the headDEADlook
                                             Which is why I asked you to think not just regurgitate whaya think ya know
I know . . my Dad.

Yave said

I have.
             Who’s yours?

Ive thought long an hard more than I care to admit  Lotsa candidates no one head an shoulders above the rest

But maybe not role models

Maybe heroes  artists mold breakers freethinkers freetinkers  men women  courageous unafraid willing to diecommit to every fuckin hill they climbed
                                 Whod want someone at their back who woudnt stand pat

Your Dad wasn’t?
No

You want to think a moment on that? 
No
   I know  As kneejerk as you did

suntime,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  8. 22
454preferred,  Saturday,  6  8. 22


a friend irritates him he swears his abiding affection for Tom Brady  calls him the GOAT

he doesnt share his affection rather when GOAT drops he hears goat thinks goat takes him literally

No no no . you know what I mean.

Goat Your family has animalskeeps goats

Why would I mention their goat?

Goat milk tasty goat meat tasty  They help sustain your family

Hobby goats, kids raise them, then July, County Fair, they compete, sell the animals. It’s something for the kids to do, learn responsibility.

Excellent reason

But I’m not talking about the kids’ goats.

  Oh
       Got to be more specific Goat doesnt suggest your boyfriend heartthrob 
NOT.
      I’m talking about the Greatest Of All Time.

Your quarterback Touch football Tommy

Would you quit with that?

Im as fond of Touch as I am of the former president Almost in the same boat . .
. . Are you out of your mind?!there’s no comparison.

There is

How?

Whas tha thing we talked about last week  two opposite things actually near each other in the extreme

Yes yes, the ah . horseshoe effect, horseshoe theory.
Thas it

There’s no comparison between the two.

There is

NO.

Actually there is two opposite things   Athleticism

The fat orange man isn’t athletic.

Is your GOAT

He’s the man yes, he’s an athlete.

Agreed Good   We have two individuals opposed Your boyfriends svelte really fit Fatso not However in my mindbending the arch following the horseshoe up I prefer mine balanced on its end youya don ya don have to say I know  you prefer yours hanging downward donwanna work tha hard falling is easier than climbing  The athlete the nonathlete in the extreme theyre very near each other anbecause I dislike them I havent wanted either to traipse across my experience I coud give two shits for either yet they have 

Follow my explanation
                         I follow football games purposefullynot tha I have followed your boyfriend I follow politics an unfortunately cunt found his way in wha  hes a GOAT too but for nefarious reasons

I disagree.

Not reasonable  Not rational

I just disagree.

suntime,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  8. 22
322preferred,  Saturday,  6  8. 22
Blood, Sweat & Tears  Spinning Wheel  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFEewD4EVwU


they walked among the graves carefully negotiating their steps so they didnt step on someone 

it was an old cemetery

the monuments were ornatethe workmanship exquisite

palegreen lichen etched most script and lines

there were birthdates 1700s

uniqueunusual names

many stones had epitaphs written inside carved scrolls

some headstones were likely taller than the child who was committed to earth sorrowful veiled angels watched over them

there were enormous family plots

large mausoleums constructed of stoneblocks perfectly articulated joints

the grounds were arbored furnished with small elegant flower gardens peppered here and there with whispering reflecting pools murmuring fountains wide stone benchestheir seats quietlyworn honed over the decades


he looked over at her she was just standingbrushing dirt from her knees time and again she had been overwhelmed by stories the gravestheir headstones told   

he walked towards her taking his handkerchief from his pocket Come here

she walked selfconsciously to him You think I’m silly?

No no folding his handkerchief moistening a corner with spit holding her chin he gently rubbed dirt away from her eyes erased teartrails 
                  Not at all Cemeteries tell storiesmake us want to have been able to know who the people were   Are you ready to go

tenderly Yes. Thank you for bringing me, I didn’t think I’d be so moved . . so . very moved. she began to weep again 
he hugged herwhispered into her ear 
                                       I think you better hold onto my handkerchief  he chuckled quietly
I’m being silly.  she cooed

Be how you feel Its for all the right reasons

they walked from the lawn to the graveled road it was meticulously graded

the stones crunching under their feet provided them solace  reassurance

they parked outside the cemetery beyond the arched ironworked solitary gate short walls of piled stone lead away at either side delicate flowering plants grew out of niches between them

he mused  A cemetery full of peters 

Hmm she wiped her eyeswiped her nose  I hadn’t noticed many.

paralleling the wall she followed his gaze left 
                                                he said  Erect stones  not flaccid lying on their bellies

she tilted her head like a dog listening to a whistle 

                                                        Oh!  Oh, you’re terrible.
Thas good Still have your sense of humour

playfully she slapped him in the shoulder You’ve terrible! 
                                                             despite of her redrimmed eyes she laughed  You are terrible.
Its a talent
suntime,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  8. 22
1100,  Saturday,  6  8. 22

5.8.22


they were from different cultures

he was Polish

his friend was from Mars
                          Christ yamusave grownup under a rock no relatives around

Getting your panties twisted in a wad because I didn’t, we didn’t, go to the funerals or cemeteries when I was a kid.

Nobody your family anyone you knew growing up died

They did, but we didn’t go.

Ya didnt personally extend your condolences

My parents may have, but we didn'tthey didn’t make us.

No wonder yare cold fish lack sense of loss or grief
                                                      Finish the book The End Close it shelf it Your parents did you no favors

My parents did what they thought was right.

They were wrong shame on them

How dare you . .              
. . Save it  Idve said it to their faces even as a kid
                                                       They deformed you
I’m not deformed.
Oh you are
               Life isnt life without death    

Just because I see death differently than you.

Stop  Yave rarely seen death then when ya didyou looked away quickly 
                                                                              Yare like a character in a colouring book  an outline drawing   uncoloured 

Because I wasn’t raised like you doesn’t diminish me or left me uncolored.

  Uncoloured  Lacking depth an breadth
                                            We coud argue though I know already  yare convinced IQ is more important than EQ

It is.
It isnt  IQ only helps
                      Ya havent lunched in a cemetery

Eaten in a cemetery? disgust was evident would have spoiled his appetite  No.
                                                                               I’ve been in cemeteries.
Passed through not visited

What’s to visit?nothing’s there . . they’re dead.

  Dead  Gone an forgotten

Not forgotten.

Good How often do you think of friends and family youve lost


Not often.

Thanks for being honest I wake every morning an lay in bed an one at a time by name I wish them good morning I imagine themsee their faces I witness different memories I had with them or those they shared with me Theyre not dead Were only dead when no one remembers us when no one says our name


Well . . that’s you.

suntime,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  8. 22
1315,  ReggaeFriday, 5  8. 22


they were unfortunate thoughts
he was responsible 

then responsible for airing them
                                      but
maybe they shouldnt have asked him what he thoughtthats on them
on brightboy and brightergirl

How bright

Debatable

Which thought to ask

Who thought to press before he went off like a firework a jumping jack spinning nutsaimlessly on the ground he was stonedsipping cold gin and tonics in the dappled shade under a sycamore and sun

Really? they flinchedsaid in chorus

Ill assume thawas rhetorical ya heard me

Filter. said bright boy

he negotiated with his filterrather his communal filterholders the Mariachi the marauders his internalised shehes an heshes who have spiced his whole life since he first exposed thembroke into their thriving anthill they were none too happy forced into the light
                             anthey anhe agreed Givin em both barrels they asked
Thas wha I thought
Before you do give us a headstart  brainmatter is hard to wash out
Count
Five

One they scurried  two three four five   wasnt too stonedcoud still count to five

Race to the bottom kids Woudya rather be a paedophile or an atheist Which is the lowest form of human being
Really?

Woudya rather be Asian or a black transgender female

Where is this coming from?

Im picking them off my pseudointellectual jujitsu Chinese menu the Cocktail Hourinspired offerings Whaelse woudya have on it  Mums not allowed to be the word
Brightboy
Brightergirl be thinkin      

Ill buy yas some timehold onto your thoughts I gotta take a leak
                                                                     he got up out of his brightblue poly Adirondack chair
Can I bring anything back when I return

  nothing
like talking into the ether
he wished theyd close their mouths
filled with gobsmack
Its gobsmacked
It is
        Shall we fill them with Godsmack
Godcum
Oh I like Godcum molds to the mouthtastes like vanillawhite spongecake
Yum
Yumcum
Off the cock tail hour psuedomenu
Clever When I return
Ya think theyll have anything
Ought to  Freeing their minds they shoud   Theyre stoned too

 

Well

Brightboy
Nothing came to mind.

Im disappointed

Brightergirl she hadnt gotten high since last century looked like a deer in headlights  
NO.

Im disappointed

Paedophile or atheist Asian black transgender female a veritable clusterfuck plucked fresh from the menu


Neither of you are going to say
BOO 
Keep it down
                 Apparently no jailbreak 
We tried
We did 
            Nice weather were havin

YES! they chorused enthusiastically

1639,  ReggaeFriday,  18  2. 22
1207,  ReggaeFriday,  5  8. 22
Zappa  Who Are The Brain Police?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuABc9ZNtrA

4.8.22


  a cumbubble  creamy froth 
                               he struggled to keep it tucked in his mouthwithhold it but her insipidness she was nice enoughnot his cup of tea was getting the better of him why they placed him beside her or her beside him at the reception shitty wingmen  boggled his mind

they knew each other in passing yet when he passed he kept right on goingPassed GO! collected two hunreddollars didnt look back he thoughtbelieved when he or anyone gave another their back they werent being coy seemed selfexplanatory 
                     afterwards hed have to explain
Don do it  an internal Mariachi interlocutor pretty confident this was a shehe

Because

While the conversation . .
. . I didnt bring up . .
. . I didnt say you did . .
. . Felt asif yawere going to imply . .
. . Maybe  a bit . .
. . Thank you Appreciate your honesty   Please continue  

As I was saying while the conversation is rife for grotesque elaboration you can try to be better

Grotesque  but humourous

Our humour leans black

We agree

Agree black humour or agree to try to be better

Im not

Shell be offended

Possibly

Wanna bet

She coud redeem herself if she isnt

Bet

Sure

Its a drag itll have to be a gentlewomangentlemans bet

I knew it

You had doubts

No A simple affirmation  Anyes it is unfortunate its only a bet in word not a sum-zero outcome  Cum

Getting warmed up

I am


she was like a ship dashed on rocks devastated sunk

he wasnt responsible for the encouragement 

that fell to the wingman wingwoman

he told them to stay out of his affairs

oral sex

cumbubbles

a game he played with an talented old girlfriend

after head shed lay back

hed press on her belly

shed make a bubble

he quit pressing

shed suck it in

hed pressed again

another bubble

an on 

  the climax 
              hed press real firm an shed make an enormous cumbubble looking closely he could see his reflection

Now thats talent

 

she should have never brought up unique talents

330,  ReggaeFriday,  18  2. 22
1154,  Thursday,  4  8. 22


another casual pensee that preternaturally parked its ass before his eyes


on-line

sit on your ass

tap the keys tickle yourself

sittin in the dark isolated

DoorDash Grubhub Pornhub

1418,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 3  8. 22
1652,  Thursday,  4  8. 22


Here! he held his hands palmup elbows bent ninetydegrees wagged his fingers towards him asif he was a chemistry student wafting sulfuric acids scent NEVERever put your nose directly over a container and inhale HERE!  Give it to me.

You coud have brought your own clipboard

I don’t often have ideas worth noting.

No ya don gave him a cold fish look

Give it to me. fingers twitching Likely your reading has informed you but given your typical venues I’d say you haven’t drawn a bubble diagram beforenot a tool you’ve handled at all ever.

I have heard an seen them I have not constructed one
                                                         he surmised this was his punishment for offending his sensibilities with his earlier cumbubble elaboration

Fine, then give me the clipboard pen, watch and learn.

in the center of the page he drew a large squat oval inside it printed Sunshine he added abbreviated lines radiating from it if the sun were a jellybean and stepped on itd look his childish drawing he keep ovaling with the pen oblong oblong fortifing its cellular wall

eventually he was pleased  There.

There

If you had to, what bubble would you draw next?

Im tryin to catchup with wha inspired this  playin your cards mighty close to your vest friend You havent said  Ill assume you intend to surprise me

You’ll see.

at eight oclock he drew a hard line terminated it with a circle and inside printed fusion(s) another short line stemmed off it a smaller oval inside Energy
                                   he sat backseemed pleased with himself 
he shook his head If yare expectin accolades don hold your breath This afternoon we didnt discuss fusion  physics

Though you can agree it's an offshoot of Sunshine.

I coud if you can tie it into our conversation

he was looking superiorCheshire Catish

Too soon friend to smile

Oh, you’ll see. baa . .   

sounded like he said brilliant under his breathhed be the last to confer tha
                                                                          Show me

four oclock he lanced another line a broad arrowhead another squat chubby oval though smaller than Sunshine
he printed nothing inside it

An thas

That’s to be determined. he didnt seem sure of himself
                                                       its cell wall was a hasty singular linenot round and round
an ephemeral ellipse

ten oclock short line small hasty ellipse inside Star
eleven line equal ellipse inside Yellow
one oclock line smaller oblong labeled  Happiness
midnight longer line even smaller oblong urine? off it  three oclock  even smaller oblong tinge of urine to the right a short umbilical uterus   asparagus inside it

back to the squashed jellybean sun         

six oclock a line shorter than either the fusion(s) or larger empty ova at four a dollop  inside printed CUM in smaller script beneath it his name Joe
                                which was accurate 
                                                   bright boy laughed itd be the last time he let him use his Bear-of-a-Clip
while laughing his hahas shook his handmessed with his letters at the top of the page he printed Richard Pryor

he shook his head  I think you think this is clever

It’s brilliant! I tied all the aspects we talked about into a bubble diagram . . which is its purpose. 


  Pryor  “They say civilian people, we can save people, you know. Give them mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I don’t know. You know what I mean, cause if I’m walking down the street and I see some mother fucker laid all out and slobber and shit hanging out of his mouth, he ain’t gonna make it. You know what I mean? I’m gonna say, say bro, I don’t think you’re gonna make it, unless you can get somebody to wipe that shit off your mouth. Right, cause you could be giving somebody mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and they die, and death ease down your lungs. Death don’t give a fuck where it goes. And if they can get two for one, that’s a good day for Death. And if you ever have to go to the hospital, which I hope you never do, carry your own piss with you, cause that’s what they want. Soon as you get in the hospital they want some blood, and some piss. You always have the blood, but you never have the piss. And they get mad at you. You’re not gonna leave here till you piss in that bottle. And you never can piss. You ever tried it? Can you turn on some water, please. And if you do start, you need eight or nine bottles, right, nurse! Hurry up, I’m not gonna make it! And they be so nonchalant with your piss, right. They’ll be talking about, this your piss, thank you. I could never grab nobody’s piss like that, jack. I’d have to have some prongs and shit before I grab some piss. I’d be going, all right, I’m going in to get the piss now. All right, I have the piss, clear the hallway, I’m coming through. Everybody, back off, please. And then they hook your ass up to that machine, you know, where you look like Frankenstein. You get to watch your life beep away. Right, you be beep, beep. You be watching, too, jack, cause if you see beeeeeeeeeep, that’s your ass. Right, I woke up one morning, I saw beeeep, I said, ahhhhh! Beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeeeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeep. Cause the hospital ain’t no place to get well. That’s the truth, that ain’t no joke. You can die in there and nobody give a fuck, unless you John Wayne or somebody. See, John Wayne can kick death’s ass. Didn’t he? I mean, the dude, he had cancer one time, kicked death’s ass. Open heart surgery, John Wayne kicked death’s ass. John Wayne just say, get the fuck out of here, Death.


maybe the unnamed secondbiggest chubby oval was for The Duke but he lost his train of thought
                                                                                                       he was high

1606,  ReggaeFriday,  18  2. 22
1457, Thursday,  4  8. 22


. . . Was was is before was was was.

he saw that he was very pleased with himself 
                                                  Been hidin tha one away he replied Although I think its Before was was was, was was is. but why split hairs
Was was is until it isnt 

In Latin its great fun too Ante erat, erat, erat, erat. When writing it out I cant help but think Anteater anteater anteater anteater
          Then I cant help but imagine Anteater an teater a teater ate er teat
 
hed dropped eyes into his beer  looking up he saw his expression  priceless
                                                                                  Hey man  got a little gobsmacked on your face

You just can’t help yourself, can you?

Canned nah  Im better enjoyed raw

Why do you have to be sexual?

We are arent we his eyes roved   I am 
                                          Coarse is the A B Cs easily understood anbesides  I was born in the gutter   You cant imagine the graffiti scribbled on my tabula rasa Wasnt Lockes racial white blank slate waitin for the senses and experiences to write on to their hearts contentcan you imagine if someones senses werent sharphoned being dull  blunted  a dullard a dolt
Dagnabit

I said nothing to take offense

Yet you do

For tha the next beers on you


he sighed deflatedlooked back down into his beer did his hapless shrug  maybe its carbonation would scribble a retort

330preferred,  ReggaeFriday,  18  2. 22
1022,  Thursday,  4  8. 22