2.1.23


My kid called me a scammer’s wet dream.
caught him by surprise  confession 
                                     glossy newsstand magazines tout similar headlines but he couldnt shake the image A Scammer’s Wet Dream salaciously splashed drippyred text on a flatblack background like an old horror film projected onto the big screen
                              his imagination kicked into overdrive  his buddys kids and he had been warning him of his gullibility too long he was as obvious as the white lines on an open highway

Whens the movie coming out

The movie?

You cant see it

A movie?

Hellyah an I got to tell ya its a part you were born to play

he tried to look like a whipped puppy

Stop No one knows better than you theres zip sense in casting calls or auditions  Yare a shoo-in A Scammer’s Wet Dream 
          I think Im going to have to have a tshirt made for you

Oh Christ! 


LESSON: Never admit to anything derogatory about ones self DENY DENY DENY however  the truth always comes out

1250,  Reggaefriday,  30  12. 22
1344,  Monday,  2  1. 23
The Cramps  I Was a Teenage Werewolf  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6DMBMOqoRE 
Mogwai - It's What I Want To Do, Mum  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOTon_SBNzU


he had virtually no patienceHALT scratchvirtually  soon as he said it his jaws offset he couldnt close his mouth 
                                                                                                                  he had no patience for busybodies 

its been his experience that they insinuate themselves into the story not theirs an the more dramatic it is the more pious they appear telling it 
                        piety  compassion  separate distinct not inculcatedfolded together  not necessarily a winning hand  not a straight a flush

somehow they wrestled the ball away an ran with it 

someone erred confiding in them

   Know thyself

better to stand in front of a mirror admit  confesswatch watch themselves bear witness see in their eyes the lies indiscretions understand what it was they were seeking in them
                                                                    dont dump them on a mirrorscratch lines with a razor  share with someone who has no intention of sharing


   he was mumbling

she had walked up behind himplaced her hand on his shoulder  I’m sorry I didn’t catch what you said.

Huhwha

Sorry baby, I missed what you said.

AH my apologeez goodlookin  I wasnt talkin to you

   Are you okay?

I am thank you It is good of you to ask I appreciate tha 
                                                           Unfortunately again  Im disappointed  Apparently Ive been misrepresented  Id think he laughed  of course I would Im me  If I heard something I found questionable Id go to the source ask them directly not provide oxygen for what some other person said  Hearsay  Crap
                                                                                                      So high school

she grabbed him by his hairpulled his head backkissed him hard 
                                                                     then looking deep into his eyes  Sorry baby, suppose you’ll savage another rumour?

Queerhuh tha truth is savage

0844,  Monday,  2  1. 23
1225,  Monday

1.1.23


well intended lessons were lost

the children were too youngHELL

the adults were too young

he still had unanswered questions

   he failed to ask them 


before he could she physically coudnt speak

she was robbed

he was

  they were  robbed

1646,  New Years Day – Sunday,  1  1. 23


he raised his hand 
it was just the two of them 
                            nevertheless  obliviously  the verbiageword salad kept pouring out of his mouth

he took his hand downsat back gave him the television Indian-head test pattern puss   I have disconnected
You’re not listening to me. 

   Im not
           When you begin espousing horseshit knock yourself out yare all the company you need

You . .
. . I didnt
          You went off the farmwent on a tangentexercised yourself  Hadnt a damn thing to do with what we were discussing 
You go off on tangents!

Yes  I tell you I am 
                     However I can circle back around to where I departed    You cant
I can.
Speak

What . . am I a dog?

Speak



             Where did you depart   Circle back


   You cant 
Give me a moment.

   Got all the time yaneed

 

 

You’re not going to say?


Ya asked for a moment 



Fuck you!

If you paid any attentionbut ya coudnt care less when I put my handup ya might have remembered  Hand came down you were lost dog chasin its tail 


You’re not going to say?

   Why

Maybe you don’t remember.

Maybe yare a joke 
he nearly went apoplectic  apoplexia happens when one doesnt dare thrown punch knowing full well his lunch will be handed him
JOKE he raved                                         

   I said joke 
                  Ya know better

he stoodup and stormed out of the room 


he wouldnt even chase after a woman
people control their actions 
                            he wasnt going to get in the middleget caught up in the fret between someone an themselves
outnumbered   no upside 



he posed a legit question 
                             he avoided itwas vague  shoud have been a politician
Thas not wha I asked quit poisoning the question 
                                                     got a little fascinated with posing and poisoning  missionaries are mercenaries  he took exception thinking he was going after his wellheeled not-a-concern-in-the-world sisters who Knew God

1242,  Reggaefriday,  30  12. 22
424preferred,  New Years Day – Sunday,  1  1. 23


she didnt visit college or university campuses with any thought of attending them  just wanted to get the lay of the land see how the other half lives Half wha a joke  those from the other side of the tracks 

she was happy where she grew up 

it struck her that they wouldnt ever be happy  felt shortthrifted no matter

she was pretty 

attracted some of those boys

they thought idiots they could have their way with hershe would be grateful

she bit lipspunched noses could fly like the wind 
                                                       What happened to your face?   That bitch! 
she was proud of her status

a girlfriend made her a tie-dyed tshirt emblazoned in blackprint BITCH another knitted her a sweater babyblue B on her left breast
                they didnt go to school beyond high a crime  they were so smartso talented  their parents didnt see the advantage for them to attend  but couldnt afford it either  It's an adventure.
                                                                                 Adventure  Really  
she was sure their parents had no idea their daughters potential
                                                                    they would have crushed it

she took a bus to the University of Chicago 
                                             took in its campus the architecture saw the students congregatingpassing between classes  eyeballed the school professionals the professors
she hoped they were happy

   they struck her as more serious than a cemetery 

130preferred,  Reggaefriday,  30  12. 22
1105,  New Years Day – Sunday,  1  1. 23
Joy Division  I Remember Nothing   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yWHFM6zT1U


having sat upscratching his bedhead  absently Wha are the chances

she was right therebeside him taskmaster first  Ifya like we can figure it out.

he smiledshook his head no 
                             No no  lets lay here a moment longer on the heels of his hands he shifted his hips downlaid back  Just an expression

An idiom.

he was looking at the ceilingblinked rolled onto his elbow to face her  Yes beautiful an idiom  I coud swear some mornings you wakeseems you had your morning coffee wayway ahead of the game

she smiled mischievously Sometimes feels that way.   bunched her nose

Id happily be your donut 
she gave him a quick jab with her elbow  You are my donut.

they laughed they tickled themselves    

What were you thinking?

I wasntya know me shit occurs
                                  I coudwe coud figure the chances count the nights in my life wed have the odds  First time ever

You’d recall if you had before.

I woudyes 



   Sharing?
Yes 
     I share everything with you

she smiled reassured 
                       there will always be a part of herno matter how well she knows his words are gospel that she needs to be reassured

he didnt mind she was cheated as a child   she absorbed those slights long before they met
                                                                                                    Farfetched
You went a long way to get it.

I did 
      I fetched

Then to your credit. Many woudnt. 
                                       Did you throw it? 
I lost it  I was perturbed I had 
                                I farfetched all night 
Found it.

Yes.

What was it?

he smiled bemused Possibly the best part  No sooner had I found itwas aware I had it vanishedFARFETCHED in both ears waking me 


I felt you start.

I felt me start Jolted 



Are you okay?

I am thank you How can I not be 
                                    Ive you an found something farfetched

throughout the AM,  New Years Day – Sunday,  1  1. 23
0957,  New Years Day

31.12.22


I think a father owes his son.    

   Wha    Excuse me

I mean . . he ought to provide for him.

Provide wha for him 
                      An until when Id assume a worthwhile father woud provide for their children while they are children however  since you expressly said son when hes olderleaves home  those provisions are on him   He provides for himself

I think everyone enjoys having more.

Not everyone is fortunate


I guess I’m saying if a father has an abundance it should come to his son.

Thas an interesting perception

Do you disagree?

Id rather he has wha hes earned 
                                       Not nepotism   Not gross inheritance

   But there’s nothing wrong if that’s the case.

Talkin to the wrong guy
                           Tha perpetuates inequality  Thas greed 

But only because your father isn’t wealthy.

I don know  He an I don talk money 
                                       If there were an abundance I know what I need  Beyond needing Id spread it around to worthwhile people organisations

I won’t.

No Ya wont  

130preferred,  30  12. 22
2120,  Saturday,  31  12. 22
Peter Paul & Mary  If I Had a Hammer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGMOB2K78iM


Who are you inviting to the IQ Test Death?

Christ he hated that lookthey were just talkinbout it he didnt have two headshair cut shabbily 
                                                                                                     IQ Test Death
IQ Death Test.
No 
     Too easy Not IQ Death Testsounds too much like I doth detest protest methinks   IQ Test Death      

   They're the same. 
No 
    Get it through your head    Who are you inviting to the wakethe burial

You’re referring to the IQ Test?

Fuckin brilliant though your Richard Feynman certainly turned it on its headdidnt he Scored onehunredtwentyfour  Wha does tha say about your beloved test

Two things
              he crossed his arms over his chest as if saying Two things suspendedshutdown the conversationhis inquiry

Ohno no no Continue  I aint deducingthis is your little bundle of joy Two things  Name one an two

terrible to have to provoke him to answer simply

One . . the test is faulty . .
. . Invalid 
          Yes it is  he began noddingsnorting like a bobblehead on amphetamines roughcut cocaine ricocheting throughoutacross his sinuses  maybe his eyes bleeding
                                                            I don need to hear number two  your one is spot on

You should hear it, you got a hard-on for IQ . .
. . Intelligence quotient . .
. . Yes . . continue to think . .
. . Believe 
             Believe emotional quotient EQ makes for a superior mind  a better person
It doesn’t! 
Your opinion 
               But fuck this foray weve been through it a hunred times  Feynman onetwentyfour  Einstein onesixty or someone else  Maybe Feynman was an overachiever  A lesser score outperforming your holy IQ Test 
                                                                                                           Who you inviting 
Don’t get ahead of yourself.
                              I’d say the IQ Test is probably ninetyseven percent accurate                  

Despite Feynman blowing a gaping hole in it JesusChrist 
                                                             Awright awright  Lets challenge your random ninetyseven percent horseshit assessment    

Try as you may.

Oh I will 
          Ninetysevens a pretty hefty number

It is.

We agree 
           So lets run an application

Alright.

Im glad we agree

Yes.

   So 
       Yare familiar with the potency of fentanyl

Not precisely.

Ill precisely you Milligram a thousandth of a gram  A gram is zeropointzerothreefive of an ounce thirty grams approximately an ounce Two milligrams of fentanyl is considered lethal by the FDA Federal Drug Administration It is nearly fifty times more potent than heroinnearly onehunred times more potent than morphine


Okay.

Were clear

I heard you.

Lets say you bought some cocaineyou like cocaine . .
. . Let’s not get personal.

Embracing a fraught intelligence test at ninetyseven percent is kinda personal
                                                                                  Maybe the cocaine you bought was tainted with fentanyl  You snortin that fat selfassured nintyseven percent line bro 
                                                                                     Feynman upset the applecart proved it faulty despite which  you still come swinging through the jungle like Tarzan asserting an obscene accuracy  I say bring some skin into the game  Yours   Still snortin

Two-ish preferred,  Reggaefriday,  30  12. 22
1430,  Saturday,  31  12. 22
https://fs.blog/intellectual-giants/richard-feynman/


JesusChrist man 
                     She opened the door anya didnt follow her infollow through  Shitty shitty gamesmanship

What are you talking about?

I thought you said you were interested in her She liked your resume ya liked hers

Yeah, that’s how online dating works.

Its not supposed to remain online

Remain online, how do you mean?

Skyping Facetime Snapchatwhaever the fuck not my bowl of Cheerios

I text, email, call.

Sounds cumbersome 
                       I recall you met her face-to-face once upon a time an it seemed to go off well

Was a long way to travel for a date . .
. . Not if you were courageous

   Courageous?

ERR cleared his throat 
                        When she opened the door an you didnt follow her in . .
. . You’ve said . .
. . I have 
             Are you dense

I must be, I didn’t follow her in.

Ya familiar with add-on gymnastics trampolineTramp how fuckin apropos

Now you’re really losing me.

Add-on Somebody throws a trickTrick how fuckin apropos . . 
. . You gonna quit patting yourself on the back and say what you mean?

Yahyah seems Im gonna hafta paint the picture and frame it tooADD-ON . . 
. . You’ve said!

On the trampoline someone throws a trickmore than two can playHOW fuckin apropos After the completing the first trick the next person throws another trick atop the first So on so forth  Follow 
No.

Jesusya brought up Sally Up Sally Down pushup exercise to her

Yes.

Just yes

   Yes.

Dense Add-on   You brought up Sally Up Sally Down and she said thad be a great exercise for two peopleone under the otherADD-ON  muthafucker 
                               Follow now

Ohyeah, I see what you’re talking about. 


You didnt add-on yaleft her hangin Two people one under the other  Jeezsay missionary position mercenary position 
What’s that?
Whaever the fuck you make it yer playin  I can think of dozens of mercenary positions for ones benefitmebbe shes on top grinding her ass on your face tryin to break your nose again  Yave broken it before but not a chick grinding it to a nub  Nowthas something to talkbout 
                                        Gymnasty add-on fer Gawdssakes 
You dropped the ball

I didn’t.
Yadid 
           Havent dated her in the flesh again have ya 

   No, like I said, a long drive for a date . .
. . OR   a date the night the morning the next day the night morningnext day Fuckin don leave bed

I couldn’t.
Oh  
       Not a consenting adult fuckin need to be wooedJESUS  fuck an woowoo an fuck       

I couldn’t. 

   NO you cant Your opportunity strolled pastwaved buhbye

1305,  Reggaefriday,  30  12. 22
1149,  Saturday,  31  12. 22
Damien Rice  Cheers Darlin’  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCUHPwAcJ6w 


he stretcheddrawing his arms up from under the blankets worked his hands behind his head nuzzling it into his palms   he needed a haircut 
                       Feels good he thought  wonder what time it is

his undressed window faced east

tilting his head left he watched a graysilver rain siftsaw individual drops like particles of sand in a turned hour glass

she wiggled up against his ribs her head to his armpitnestled on his shoulder

Good morning he smiled lazily at her

What are you smiling at?

You

I humour you?

A wee bit

   A wee bit? You didn’t pay any attention to me last night.

No I was pretty stoned when I came to bed 
                                              Didnt mean to hurt your feelingsyou must have be aware of my distraction

I was yes.

   Yes I just wanted to take inabsorb the sounds the rain through the atmosphere trees tickledwheezing rain gurglingplaying in the fold of the gutter its gaspfreefalling through the downspout clattering inside the abruptelbow the maniac diversion onto the splash stone rushing into the grass  mud   mire

It was nice. I was attracted too.

I thought you were  I felt you across my chest my bellyyour warm touch

I wanted you to know I was there if you wished

My wish is your command  he chuckled

she laughed didnt cover her mouth


Ready to get the show on the road

I suppose.
             Any idea the time?

I think early

Did you want to lay a while longer?

You plotting something

he amused her 
                Are you?

   No If I am later tonighta rain check

she barkedlaughed Rain check?

Cleverhuh

she nestled a bit closer  Too clever for your own goodfunny man.

he tugged her ear
                   Time to rise 
If youd like.

Id like
      with his right he tossed the blankets off them freeing his legs drewup his knees pinwheeled on his hip to a sitting position holding his feet above the wood floor

he snatched sweatpants from the old horse trough he used as a nightstand folded inside it where a tshirt socks Jockeys once dressed in his undergarmentshis feet through the elastic taut at the ankles he stood on the floor pulled them up to his waist

Every morning, clockwork baby.

Come here he tugged her free of the sheet and blankets held her up in both hands halved her longwise snapped her folded her half again an half again then tucked her into a ceramic bowl his daughter made for him in a summer pottery class when she was little 
                            it was here  she was gone
Tonight

folded up she was mute 
                         a fresh paleblue paisley cotton handkerchief

0650,  Saturday,  31  12. 22 
1029,  Saturday 

30.12.22


they wanted to pull the world back from its darkbreathless 24/7 hump things intravenous tasteless hurtling through systems efficientlyeffectively  getting the job done    unmemorable 

they wanted to feel smell select prepare fork slice bite chew masticate swallow enjoy a healthysatisfying shit later remembering
               as good coming out as was going in
                                                        sensual  candid
not performative

they wanted to avoidescape the cascadecavalcade of crap that passed those discrete parcels deemed being alive  living

they wanted to thrive

not be parasites

   “This evening’s host will be none other than the incomparable of course there are . . .” 
                                                                                            they couldnt be more pleased to only have to endure that remote fadingfailing echo echoing into oblivion before they reach it themselves 


   Why do you have to be this way?

who were they asking 
                        eyes went round and round didnt stop until one coudnt stand the suspense restrain themselves any longer burst out laughing a howling cacophony ensuing 
                                                     they didnt answer    you was too vague
  
1801,  Thursday,  22  12. 22
1043,  Reggaefriday,  30  12. 22
Jimmy Page & Robert Plant  Since I’ve Been Loving You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZEwimJ3GZE