:  :  Inlicked the door  rsome real possibilities 

                                                                  she meant to text Unlocked the door

in her haste she sent it without reading what she typed 

                                                           what she misstroke

she wouldnt dare text him misstroke 

                                       thatd be a gun hed immediately hold to her headMISSTROKE 

Arya kiddin me

                 Come to meIll come to you well get the kinks worked out of tha 

he wasnt one to make a misstake to 

he hadnt replied yet

maybe was outside his placeon a walk he didnt take his phone with him he was adverse to immediacyadverse to compulsions or impulsethoughtless purchases bullshit tabloids ENQUIRER Examiner Eenemas

                                                                                                  People are ridiculous

Conspiracy theorists can suck my cock

she knew him to say so 

                         but she knew he wouldnt let a cretin near his cock 

she also knew hed appreciate her phrase a cretin near his cock

  :  :  INLICKed 

Ohshit he saw it  Games on

                                what was she going to say  something lame  like the truth   

Id go with the truth said an inner she had Mariachis too

Im with you

Im with you

Of course we are

  :  :  I meant Unlocked the door.

  :  :  Thas not whaya wrote

  :  :  No I didn’t, I made a mistake.

  :  :  A misstake there he goes  she saw that a mile off

                                                         I don think so I believe not  Ill lick it

  :  :  I made a mistake 

  :  :  I wont I can set you straightrehang your door pull on your curtains   oil your hinges

she was temptedthough hadnt meant to lead him on  theyd been friends a long time  she could hear him say All good relationships grow from friendships 

                                        maybe it was time to find out                                  

  :  :  The door’s unlocked.  Why don’t you come over?

  :  :  Come

  :  :  Over.  Come over.

  :  :  Happy to oblige you 

                                  surprised hershe felt a happy tug a twinge in her clit

  :  :  See you soon 

                      she knew he wouldnt replyknew he was on his way  thought should I shower  made her laugh 

from their conversations she knew it was part of his foreplay

Is this really going to happen she wondered

Is this really going to happen

she knew it was only going to happen if she agreed

                                                        if she said No he would respect her No 

she knew that from their conversations 

they talked an awful lot 

were intimate  in that regard 

she wondered 

                Is this really going to happen

  she was conflicted

                       I suppose Ill see

    

1156,  Saturday,  12   11. 22

1554,  Saturday

Whale Fall  Tahquitz  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=se95jlt7-sM is a spirit found in the legends of the Cahuilla, Kumeyaay and Luiseno First People of Southern California 

Chief Crowfoot  he died April 25 1890

                                         What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night, it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. 

   shehe heshe reminded him 

                                who was he to ignore their spontaneous invocation 

Thank you

Yare welcome

1138,  Saturday,  12  11. 22

   4:24  that afternoon he preferred it to his usual 24hr mindset 1624hrs   

1 – 2 – 3:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGIH_LzjJ80 

           no it wasnt that easy 

                               he glimpsed the timestood at the electric range counting seconds in his head60 two things at once taxed himhe could admit it  he preferred doing one thing at a time with the exception of the three ménages à trois he partook  before taking the boiling sugarwater from the burner it was his fortune to maintain 17 to 22 hummingbirdsanimals in extremis  winged miracles

   unfortunately a third thing occurred to him

between glimpsing and counting it flittedspasmed before him at once visualauditoryfelt

   thought he had it

                     but like a dribble of mercuryquicksilver it slipped from his grasp leaving him in its wake dumbfounded 

that afternoon was three days earlier

he continued to ponderSEE againHEAR againFEEL again what it was 

                                                                          it eluding him

an inner a Mariachi recommendedcounseled he let it go 

Cant

I saw you playing it out again yesterday when you made sugarwater You understand that time has passed

   No Timewithout time we do not exist I will learn it  It will occur to me   Ive not lost it

Wishful thinking

   Wishful thinking  I woud apply that to thingsexperiences which have not happened I experienced it Its inside me albeit a sliver  I understand from when I was a carpenter that slivers eventually emergeya remember  don ya

You remember bodilyphysical sensations more than we consciousnesses arent encumbered housedfixed in the manner you are

    No Youall of you  are not   I am disposing of your wishful thinking I am determined to recall it

4:24 branded

A brand better than a tattoo

So you say so you say

424,  ReggaeFriday,  11  11. 22

1102,  Saturday,  12  11. 22

Earth  Omens and Portents I: The Driver  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDLaPKpym3o  found it provocativestimulating to play it then a minute later to play it over itself

he reared up onto his kneesThas thinking baby 

                                                  he was prone to understanding that about her

You heard me?

When you talk I listen 

I didn’t think you could hear me.

Im listening for orders I want to please you 

she gasped 

             had finished herself off with her fingersclutching a breastpinching her nipple writhed  wiggled her hips

  he dug it

when she opened her eyes again  dreamy   when they refocused she smiled at him 

                                                                                          I think I think best on my back.

I like how you think  Im happy to do wha I canmy part 

  Your part.

Yes

I could use your partbut gently . . I’m really sensitive. 

                                                               Ooooooh

2142,  Thurday,  3  11. 22

1336,  ReggaeFriday,  11  11. 22

absently he took hot water for his tea off the stove the clock above the electric burners read 9:33

turninround he stepped to the sink to pour the water into his mug over it  

                                                                            Whawastha he wondered  whawas I supposed to remember 

  violently his eyes leapt from their socketsrappelled to his chestpunched through it and out his back 

                                                                                                          9:35  

as he set the mug on the counterturnedround again they speedily slopped back into his skull  he rubbed them with his knuckles 

          they were correct

  aah he recalled  eye appointment this afternoon 

                                                     he wasnt seeing things correctly though he wasnt sure that either an optometrist or ophthalmologist could help 

his eyes saw what they wanted to see

                                            he was along for the ride

0935,  Thursday,  3  11. 22

1252,  ReggaeFriday,  11  11. 22

Peggy Lee  Is That All There Is?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPP6UgkmyM4

machnamh a dheanamh ar 

                              legit Irish he had a tough time with English   to think about  reflect   deliberate 

he thought things over plenty 

                               hed side with Lucifer when Lucifer told archangel Michael   Non serviam I will not serve

Michael chose to serve 

                         and going deep theyd side with James Joyce his Ulysses 100 this year  I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church; and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use – silence, exile, and cunning.

reflect

deliberate

not time wasted to know ones self

1541,  Thursday,  10  11. 22

1204,  ReggaeFriday,  11  11. 22

Magwai  Kill Jester  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTV-GyOBKkc

Gene Hackman

suddenly awakened out of pure blackhe usually dreamed  made him feel awkward inept 

he hadnt been compelled by his bladder or bowelswhich would have been sound reasons to wake nobody wants to soil their bed 

         he rolled onto his side and saw the clocks hands read 2:37 a battery-powered travel alarm his wife swore by

now forty years old and since she couldnt be beside him it was there in her stead 

                                                                                    far cry from 3AM the witching hour which he didnt anticipate he was adept at placing kernels in his head if he set alarmsthough usually woke prior to them the hour did not compel himThe power of Christ compels you! he laughed Ah  that tickled him whenever The Exorcist jumped in with both feet like Indiana Jones crucifix rather than bullwhip the dynamic duo  inevitably they triggered in his head the phrases origin from the Catholic Rite of Exorcism  I adjure you, ancient serpent, he liked snakes by the Judge of the living and the dead, by your Creator, and the Creator of the world, by Him who has power to send you to hell. Depart immediately with fear and with your army of terror. Depart from this servant (name), who takes refuge in the bosom of the Church. 

                       he preferred the clipped version I adjure you, ancient serpent…to depart from this servant of God, whom almighty God has made in His image. Yield, therefore, yield not to my own person but to the minister of Christ. For it is the power of Christ that compels you. 

                                           he was certain he wasnt wakened to recite those passages in his head

Wait for it 

Woud you go back to sleep to one of his inner Mariachi

Sleep  I was but you woke me with your mumblingtumbling words longwindedness heshe shehe looked around Christ Appropriate  Its the middle of the night

Yah

So Im tellin ya  Wait for it 

For wha

Patience Crazy ya can prattle on with memorised passages but you cant wait . .

. . I don wait

I know you say you believe tha  though sometimesboobie ya don have a choice This is one of those times

he cradled one hand in the other behind his head  his shoulders groaned

Thas not comfortable

No it is not

Woudnt ya rather be comfortable while you wait

No I woud not Perhaps my duress will hasten whatever this process is

It coud be sadistic

Which woud be the only place in my existence if I was

Makes sense

Go back to sleep

Nah 

      Ive counseled you to wait  Im of my word

We are 

his shoulders were displeasedached

their groaning woke other inners Wha the hells going on

Were waiting

Waiting for wha

No idea 

         so those who woke waited too

the room was filling

 

    a belch  a smoky breathgasp 

Wait for it 

then hethey heard a solemn voice repeat  over and over repeating for him to memorise so when he went to sleep and woke again hed remember 

                            The big horse caught me in the mouth with a hoof studded with nails The big horse caught me in the mouth with a hoof studded with nails The big horse caught me in the mouth with a hoof studded with nails . . .

he took his arms down 

his shoulders sighed gratefully At last 

   the voice became more and more quiet until it utterly subsided

he cheated he kept paper and pen beside the bedscribbled it down

the Mariachi turned in

they left him wide awake

he closed his eyes

eventually hed fall asleep

he wasnt one to submit to sleeplessness and get up

he was going to get wha he went to bed for

taking its sweet time his hypnagogic state finally swept over him 

                                                                    he dreamed

he dreamed of going to a night clubmaybe Rick’s Café Americain with Gene Hackman  Hackman invited him 

waking in the morningclocks hands said 8:03 

                                                time to wake

his mouth was dry

                    despite thatlaughing like dirt he recited The big horse caught me in the mouth with a hoof studded with nails 

            he had memorised it

   Whawas he going to do with tha 

237AM,  Thursday,  10  11. 22

1103,  Thursday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpyg94OzHK0 

Mogwai  Take Me Somewhere Nice  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK1zCi0z_Hk

 

   Unbelieveable

                      the former brushed the cobwebs and fairydust off his self-professed Stable Genius acclaim fart hasnt learned a thing since Saturday 1 January 2018  however he did forget that then he tweeted he was a very stable genius 

          Coud suppose thas takin it down a notch 

HUR

1403,  Thursday,  10  11. 22 

https://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show/maddowblog/facing-gop-blame-midterms-trump-pushes-stable-genius-line-rcna56616?cid=eml_maddow_20221110&user_email=e4c91d00eead6d858374885584701152a02c6d873bb23bf387b4583a289e5951&utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=TRMS%2011/10/22&utm_term=Rachel%20Maddow%20Show  

https://www.cnn.com/2018/01/06/politics/donald-trump-white-house-fitness-very-stable-genius/index.html

Fercryinoutloud Dad, sometimes I have trouble following your letters.

Ill assume my liberal play with phonetics You shoud recognise your generation will probably be the last raised taught phonetics Whas your hangup

I’m not hungup . . uninhibited . .

. . I D

she spelled U N I N H I B I T I D. Correct?

Right on correct

Why?

All the freaking Is pleased mepleased my eye Didnt change up its phonetics one iota did it

No. No.  Looks freaking weird, odd.

Isnt uninhibitid freaking odd

I could tell you stories . .

. . You coud tell me stories . .

. . I could tell you stories . .

. . Im all ears

Goes no further than here?

Comon ya know better than tha I coudnt keep tha promise   No way

No.

Not at all

Change names to protect the innocent?

Coud  possibly however alacrity is a spice real names afford   Nah

Jesus Dad . . hard bargaining with you.

Theres no bargaining ya know tha 

                                     Writers are backstabbers they use confidential material eventually because everything is material whether professed off the record or not itll emerge in fact or fiction  Just being honest ought tocant expect anything less

Yes.  There is that Dad

So blow my mind Uninhibitid

Snowballing . .

. . I don know what tha is

  Truly?

I woudnt say otherwise woud I

No, you readily admit your ignorance.

Ouch yahave to be so curt

Me curt . . you?

Nevermind  Good point

                         Snowballing

Someone gives head then passes the cum from their mouth into anothers . .

. . Denies themselves gobblegobble . .

. . Fercryinoutloud.

I can one upya

Think you can one up that?

Yes 

      Ready

Gimme a second to gather myself.

Lemme know when yare girdled

 

  Awright.  Whatcha got Dad.

Whas with the inflection on Dad

See ifya might spare me . .

. . Never Ive never pulled a punch with either you or your sisteryour mother for tha mater   he heldup

  Mater?

           Really?

Sure Whyknot  The three of you are intelligent enough to take em

K N O T?

Yup

Of course.  Hit me.

Ive heard tell of sucking cum out of a mans anus a gay thing  Im thinking jelly rolls . .

. . Oh fercryinoutloud!

Spoil your appetite for jelly rollsbismarks

she laughed Only momentarily.   There. I’ve pithed myself . .

. . Pissed . .

. . No Dad.  You heard me.

I did

I know you did.

An I gotta tellya when I heard it it made sense Did you know theres a name for it

I may know . . . offhand I can’t think of it . . 

. . Felching

she growled in her throatdiscomfort Yes.

But it makes sense felching

Sense?  Howwhat way?

For the same reason snailsescargot are fed cornmealoatmeal before theyre eaten . . 

. . Dad.

Dad  I like tha tickled ya dropped the inflection  

1930,  ReggaeFriday,  4  11. 22

1549,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  11. 22

 

    I  a being   I is Being 

                             I  is being for things I believe in and against those I do not

But ohman I gotta leaveIm leaving it to him he his I sense something coming down the pipe that I didnt want to be drawn into seek a safe deniable distance hehim cretinous coudnt help himself  kraazy chick kept coming to his tablerefusing to sit but then shed put her foot up on the edge of the table she was wearing a skirt white cotton panties  hard not to noticeharder to look away  HesIm a guy 

                                           So Im leaving her to himdon need nonsense in my life 

he didnt mind he confessed she reminded him of grade school Catholic girls

she returned to him twothree times after I left each time a touch more inebriatedconfessing things she did was for the thrillbecause What the hell, I’m young. 

he was enjoying her attention had to take it when he could 

                                                                         

the last she approached him put her foot on the table again she wasnt wearing panties Thawas something smiling ferallywidening her legs she asked  What are you looking at? 

                                                                 Im looking at you he said 

then looking up into her face he said An Im looking at you

HA! she blurtedspreading her legs real wide then slowly closed them I’m a little tipsyyou should take me home . take me . . and my friend home. 

                            My girlfriend.                                      

Girlfriend girlfriend or girl friend

Ah she nodded asif he made a sage remark . . there is a distinction . .

. . There is these days  I have friends no boyfriends

She’s my girlfriend.

he looked between her legs   Take you home  or my place

Depends on you, Sara’s game.

he looked up   Shes game because yare game or game on her own

Weeell . she’s not like me . . but she’s not unlike me eithershe helped me out of my panties . . gave me a deep kiss for luck.

Wellhell sobeit yare in luck 

they walked out of the bar togetherhis arms around their waists steadying themdirecting them  Sara and Tara Thelma and Louise crept cross his mind  Whawere the chances

Tara asked What do you drive?

I have a stationwagon . .

. . Are you kidding?old school?

Was my old mans He didnt drive it muchthough he loved how it looked  he liked showing it off in the garage

Tara leaning forward around him Sara! backseat's mine, I wanna sprawl out.

Ohgreat. Sara wasnt talkative

                                 he thought she might not really be keen on Taras proposalthat she had left it to him  although as they walked he copped a feel  little tit  firm  her nipple responded to his touch

he leaned them against the back quarter panel unlocked the car opened the back door for Tara and helped her in she crawled in on her face her hips up her skirt around her waist Jesus wha a sight Sara in his arm he closed the door at Taras heels 

             She’s something huh? Sara asked 

She is tha

She's uninhibited . . that’s what attracts me to her.

Uninhibited

Absolutely!  Impeccably.  

walking around the front of the car he asked her if they lived togethershared an address

You taking us home? Not your place? 

Im takin ya home I couldnt believe he said tha wasnt his usual stylewas he rubbing off on him  SHIT   

That’s sweet.

Im not sweet They were not

Sara gave him the address

he opened the door for herheld her by the elbow to guide her in

she said Wai wai . . wait.

Yes

she nearly climbed him to kiss himkissed him feverishlydeeply he cupped her ass she grinded on him his mind gushed Maybe we take em home

                         he broke it offhis cock crying Wha the fuck man 

Into the car Sara  Don get me wrong Id love to have you and Tara under different circumstances  Out under the blush of booze

he helped her in

she mumbled again he was sweet

trussing her in the seatbelt he saw Tara reversed herselfhead to the door she was on her back legs wide masturbating blouse open bra yanked up over her breasts clutching one lapping her nipple eyeing him

Sara could hear 

                  I told you she was uninhibited . . whaever Tara wants she usually gets.

1930,  ReggaeFriday,  4  11. 22

1139,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  11. 22

Sarah Vaughan  Whatever Lola Wants  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-g5YNPzr8NM