19.10.23


must have thought it was a butterfly
                                          though not a very smart butterfly
it was smarter than thatthey were smarter than that
                                                         but maybe not  he couldnt differentiate one from another
maybe the few he interacted with were females  his natural inclination assumed they were
as was his experience with females of his species 

he was inclined to say females of most species were smarter than the males

   shrubjays 
               the California edition

like bluejays the East of the Rockies edition 
                                               an never the two shall meet naturally the mountains unless a preternatural shrub or blue was undaunted which made him think of Bachs Jonathan Livingston Seagull 
                                                                                                               had to read it like he had to get highhad to take LSDhad to do other psychedelics
                                                                       had to exceed natural impediments

he used an old beatup tin cup actually a TWO CUP measure to feed kibble to his feral outdoor cats

having fed the four of them he set the cup down on the porch railing kibbles remained he had thought he heard something over his head he looked didnt see anythingHide ‘n Seek jay concealed itselfsquatted in the raingutter 

then walking away on the wraparound overlooking the sideyard to say Gmornin to his white sage Ayo – Joy English walnut Eye Idi – Eagle Skinny he still had no idea what Skinny was she was tall and slender and Slim she was also an English walnut although he did not transplant her 
                                                         and saying hello he heard a scuffle a dullring of the tin cup on the redwood deck
saw a shrubjay leapaway
                             it tried to land on it feed like a sparrow at seed

the heavyweight stood on the blacktop drive bobbing waiting  waiting for him to toss the spilt kibble to it
Boid
      they all were Boids
he couldnt distinguish one from another but it or they humoured him by their willingness to eat catfud

as it was
           he was trying different canned dogfoods to determine which appealed to his taste budswhich texture appealed most
Dinki-Di
           couldnt find it
Mad Max in Mad Max 2 turned him onto the idea
                                                    nourishment to get him through his old age

   he did say females were smarter

1349,  Saturday,  20  5. 23
1616,  Thursday,  19  10. 23


AI

not Ai  definitely not Ai Shinozakidefinitely not   Obrutha

   he had a bitch about AI a virulent resentment   abjection

“ . . . no algorithm (is) innocent of its designers. It couldn’t be. There was an originating purpose for an algorithm, however distant its past – a reason some human person made it, even if it had evolved and folded in on itself and transformed. A city(society) run by. . . an algorithm had . . . initial interests embedded in it. A city(society) run by an algorithm designed to respond to . . . desires was not innocent of those same  . . . desires, magnified, twisted by machine learning. A city(society) run by an algorithm . . . could suddenly rise up against anyone . . . designated . . .”  

he couldnt have said it better

page287  A Memory Called Empire  Arkady Martine
finally 
        someone saw it as he did 
AIs inherent foible  Achilles Heel
                                   that it is not purenot innocent  a machine cant be unless it is a hand tool  hammer  saw  rake  hoe  a 0 or a 1  compounded tools  pliers  pinchers  hedge shears 
                                                                                       lights go out  theyll still work

when the Lights Go Out 

will libraries have remained

paper texts remained

human curiosity remained

creativity remained 

who will be carrying the fire

   he thought out loud a lot LOUDLY

1634,  day-between-2-Ts,  18  10. 23
1239,  Thursday,  19  10. 23

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they didntwhoever they were didnt have to bait him
                                                       didnt have to tempt him   tempt him to turn a blind eye 
thats why he had eyes 
                           two  fuckin   eyes

they planted succulents in a red True Temper wheelbarrow

don put pies on a windowsill to cool
                                     think he couldnt smellcouldnt see how wonderful they were
Mrs Garzino wasnt second to a single aspiringmother in the neighbourhood he watched his mother elbow to elbow with her learning how to make a lemon meringue pie for his birthday cake

it wasnt until they moved from the old neighbourhood that he had a pie his mother made all by herself he wasnt surecouldnt say that any of his pies werent Mrs Garzinos
she crushed it

he hadnt had another lemon meringue that bested hers until his girlfriend set her mind to it

she crushed it 
               and it was with notable pride that he told her hallie had which did not endear hallie to her  that wasnt his intent a no-brainer   he told her Im just telling you the truth  Never thought Id ever tell you that  I was amazed
lotsa women had tried and were found wanting
not that he didnt appreciate their efforts


the succulents in the wheelbarrow

the tire wasnt flat

like Mrs Garzinos pie on the windowsill
                                          they went with him in broad daylight
they went with him

which is different than taking them

   anyone could see that

1346,  Saturday,  20  5. 23
1202,  Thursday,  19  10. 23
Oh The Larceny  Man on a Mission  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OckkpXgYpvc

18.10.23


a banner day an eveningabsolutely banner few get better than today

hes a kind of guy who stopsstoops picks up a pennyBenjamin Franklin A penny saved is a penny earned. he actually wrote in 1737 Poor Richard’s Almanac A penny saved is two pence clear. pence penny foundnot spent hence two pence saved
hed propose a found penny is a penny earned
                                                 but thats him
however
          earlier in the day crossing a bridge built in 1931 loves that bridge walkingreading Benjamin creeped up on him a $100 billBenjaminSHIT WHO FINDS A ONEHUNREDDOLLAR bill   he did thatll put a hop in your step

NOW he wasnt going to save that entire windfall part would provide a celebratory beer after dinner he went out for a beerone beer at a favourite tavern he hadnt been to in a long while he called it a tavern it was a brewpub they made a dropdead doubleIPA hed have a pint an call it a night

   NIGHT  just as he said

walking homecoudnt read in the dark he found a quarter and a penny in separate places
                                                                                             was on a roll
cherry on top the sundae
                            walking back to his small house on secluded hill through the neighbourhood lookinround something he couldnt do while reading he looked up into an apartment complex windows flickeringblue lit by televisions flatscreens one though  one  flickered ivorylit a frosted bathroom window an in it a silhouette  profile
buxom woman vigorously drying her hair  she stopped   brieflybobbled her breasts
                                                                                          turning awaysmiling he hoped she topped her shower bath off with babypowder or a perfumed talcum
                                                                            he would give her the benefit of a doubt given what she gave him

   cherry

1349,  Saturday,  20  5. 23
1348,  day-between-2-Ts,  18  10. 23
Esther Phillips  What a Difference a Day Makes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1_vsu2DyLs
or a cover by Satomi Kowase, Miku Yonezawa & Etsuji Ogawa  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYbIDdpB4JM


he didnt mean to be that way

he was  innately
              it was the way he arrivedwas wired
dark things occurred to him quicker than pretty or colourful or wonderful bright things endearing things
                                                                                                              he was many things  endearing wasnt one
brusque
confrontational
brother-in-law called him contrary
                                    which he took offence his brother-in-law wasnt discerning  Mary, Mary, quite contrary . . .   wha did that have to do with making a garden grow a nursery rhyme 
                                                                                           no nursery would have him rather  no nursery in its right mind
outside of hospitals there were no nurseries
                                               theyre called daycares
Mommy and Daddy have to work as hard as possible to support themselves an onetwo children  three children   whos nuts


he was listening to reports of Hamas attack on Israel
                                                             listening
he dimmed his television screen so he couldnt see images
his imagination was plenty enough
he didnt need to see war porn

classic  If it bleeds it leads

listening it was reported there was an acute shortage on body bagsPLEASE  excuse him all the way to Hell and back
an acute shortage of body bags . . .   its what we do          
                                                        were the people who created meat factories
chicken
swine
cattle
human being
              we can cellophanewrap shrinkwrap anything that was alive

shortage of body bags
                        somebody was driving up the pricesome purveyors prettyhuh makin bank

1744,  Monday,  16  10. 23
1139,  day-between-2-Ts,  18  10. 23
sorry Alice Cooper  I Love the Dead  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpKGfFw8FEA
   I did said  wired


when he was outside he wasnt 
                                        he was walking a book


actually he couldnt take credit for walking a book or bookwalker 
                                                                    a sundressed floppyhat mother of a Seventh grade girl said You’re him.   Who   Him.   Whos him   The man who walks and reads. My daughter and her girlfriends call you the bookwalkerO I’m so excited to tell her I actually talked to you.   he smiled warmly Thank you thas a mighty big compliment I appreciate you sayin so   I’m so excited . . ohmy . . . HA . I forgot where I parked.  she giggled nervously Have a fine day   I am oh I am, and you helped make it.

she remembered where she parked her car
                                              or he believed she did because after they said goodbye she headed off deliberately

he returned to the book he was walking and reading  

1739,  Monday,  16  10. 23
1108,  day-between-2-Ts,  18  10. 23


a new wrinkle  that takes the cake   or just good oldfashion horseshit


he Googled wrioter for shits and giggles
                                          About (? – whas tha about – shoudnt an algorithm know the count – brags about the time it took)  708 results  (0.28 seconds)

at the top of the page  wrioter.com
                                    but  first time hes seen
Writier  in fifth place

Writier – AI Powered Writing Assistant

“Our long-form editor is the best way to write content that can compete with professional writers.”
                                                                                                        CUNT no offence to women they know a cunt when they see one  whomever would utilise Writier 
hes read several ChatGPTs “. . . an AI-powered language model developed by OpenAI, capable of generating human-like text based on context and past conversations.”                                                                                                                                human-like text and it is he found the ChatGPTs bland sterile colourless  if he ran into a human-like human hed have nothing to do with them and he has
                                                                                                   Writier “can compete with professional writers” is a far cry from “generating human-like text”

   5th place concludes he went no furthur because well  when it comes time to fuck would he want to fuck a machine or a human being “Powered by GPT-3, a machine learning-model that has been . . .” he went no further because well he wasnt a CUNT

   such horseshit


children have been dumbed down
books banned
Musks Neuralink
always shortcuts
Time-savers
excuses

                       whaelse woud he expect
2337,  2sday, 17  10. 23
1023,  day-between-2-Ts,  18  10. 23
he thought Chill woudya stepback stepaway  take a fuckin breath  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqHdz3dA2WE

17.10.23


things were lost in transition

not translation
                 were  those kind of things
gutted
        willing to transition

or gutted an knocked down


  Will you transition?

Lemme think about it

Should have thought about it earlier. We’re not asking again.

he didnt like its fixed machineface
                                   quickly smashed it with a ironore railroad spike  last centurys  it wouldnt have recognised as lethal 
                     stomped it deep through its neuralnetwork blueghostlightning worked up it shaft
he deftly stomped again trusting its ability to cryout communicate was severed by the violent penetration  then he stepped backanaway an kicked it in the head with his steeltoed boot  so fuckingrateful it wasnt a human skull
that would have made him puke

   willing to transition

he wasnt 
             not a hope in Hell
1415 close,  2sday,  17  10. 23
2319,  2sday
Morgan James  If You Don’t Know Me by Now  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzncBq3nQxo
Rachel Price  Can’t Find My Way Home  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xZxxVlu7BM


   recurrent  a drone in his ears across his eyes  if muscles arent exercised they atrophy if muscles arent exercised they atrophy if muscles arent exercised the atrophy . . . 

it was distracting

What are you thinking?

he sighed was with him all night long  If muscles arent exercise they atrophy  a real trophy
                                                                                                 Goes for ones brain too

took it personallyhe sneered You think you’re telling me something I don’t know?

Wha
Something I don’t know.

   Ah  Yasay ya donwanna work tha hard

You’re, as you always do, are taking it to an extreme.

I wasnt But extreme paints undeniable pictures  Its hard to look away from
                                                                                  Pursuits are up to you
They do not fall in your lap.

Thank you

So, extreme is as extreme does, since the end of your last relationship you expecting a woman to fall into your lap?

I do not

When are you going to pickup, no pun intended, your pursuits?

Im not got things to do

You are not?

Thas wha I said

   That makes no sense, I’ve seen numerous women look after you check you out.

Thas flattering thas nice
                           Not interested

You’re not interested in getting laid?

Youre not 
             Not to put too fine a point on it yare tryin as hard as I donwanna work tha hard allows 

he sneered Clever. I’ll repeat myself you’re not interested in getting laid?

Because thaswha women are for 
                                     No  Not at the cost of a relationship time invested   I havent time
Of course you do.

Of course you do I don


What if . .
. . Im not entertaining hypotheticals

Humor me.

Not even to humour you Its off the table
                                           To each his own I havent time  I have priorities

But you’ll minimise mine?

Did I say tha

It feels . .
. . I don care how it feels I didnt say tha don put words in my mouth  tha doesnt fly with me

   I apologize.
                 So. If I can ask.  What are you spending time doing?

Im trying to figure out Structuralism Levi-Strauss Derrida Foucault Deleuze Post-Structuralism  Im not havin much luck

   So much for atrophy.

Yes

0520,  2sday,  17  10. 23
1239,  2sday


back to back restless nights restless dreams
                                                       Eileen  a piece of work
worked at the Recycle Center
was hired a yearyear  abit better than a year ago
                                                      looked overqualified for the job
if looks had anything to do with it

he understood she was crackerjack at the books numbers easy to her

they were with him too

it became a game they played who could compute the numbers correctly quicker in their heads

on any given day except today a coinflip since realising their mutual petpeeve
                                                                                 itd become a nifty competition

Look what the cat dragged in.
he looked quickly over his shouderbehind him
                                                 turning back he smiled Me  You talkin to me
You’re the only one here.

Are you  arya talkin to me

they thought they were pretty funny


she clobbered him
Ya crushed me

Did. Though when I said look at what the cat dragged in I meant it. You look beat.

Im exhausted
               Dreams have been unrelentingeach an every damn one wants a piece of me Whadaya think of tha  they shake me up so I wake turn on the lamp write em down an as I do I say out loud See  Yasee wha Im doin okay  Now gimme some time lemme dig in an Ill get back to ya let ya know wha I think

Curious. You think they’re listeningthey can hear you?

Fingers crossed  Though tryin to reenter roll back to sleep theyre leaning backs against the wallarms crossedheel up on it expectant asif by writin em down Ive handled their asks
                                                               Tell em again Ive written em down Ill get back to ya
Anyway I lay there eyes closed watch palegray ghost sheens bubbleup float through the black Theyre entertaining for a while then they cease I look around Pitch black But I wont open my eyes  Its exhausting

You fall back to sleep?

   Eventually

Eileen looked bemused

Whas up

she cleared her throat
                         Know what I do?

When you cant fall asleep

Yeah.

No  Wha

she gave a quicklaugh shook her head she couldnt toss her dimples smiled
                                                                                Iah masturbate.
he barked a laugh though he hadnt dimples 
                                                  So do I he nodded So do I   Eventually I fall asleep
We ought to get together kiddin her     

turning to the counter she picked up a business card wrote on it handed it to him

he looked at itat her
                      backing away the card between two finger he tipped it to his forehead a salute   Ill call ya

See that you do.

b4 6,  2sday,  17  10. 23
1045,  2sday
Lee Morgan  Since I Fell for You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-0i-ianljw
Brad Mehldau Trio  Since I Fell for You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RShj9RTSYMA

16.10.23


he couldnt nod offNope
                        spent a week backEast Midwest two hour time difference              

while he was there he treated it as real time

when the sidewalks rolledup no one wandered the neighbourhood he squeezed those two hours for all they were worth

when his father said goodnight at Eleven Nine his time he rolled with Ninehed recoup when he got home it was only a week  hed cheat himself

at Home
         he couldnt lie to his catsthey were on him queen october  she poked him with the tine of a nailtapped the crystal of her Atomic watch with it Let’s get a move on, Poncho. Time to rise an shine like ya like to say.

Poncho. thats what they affectionately called him
                                                           wondered what their unaffectionate appellation was  
yah Poncho okay he was no Cisco Kid
                                         Wha time is it
Time you got on your feet/off your ass an fed us, we’re starving.  You’re obliged.

cats arent as independent as they think he thought 
                                                       Who said we think?we’re woundup. We intuit, you get into it. We’re Nature’s Way.
Me too

Don’t flatter yourself.

Coudbe

Shut your piehole. Time to eat.

Yes Okay   as he said he only cheated himself
                                                   which reminded him of some forgotten chucklehead who at some forgotten time said I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

hed be dead

that aint sleep

a dirt nap

Jesus . .
. . Not now a mariachi

You return to the city return a gangster  Yare gonnabe cremated

Were going to be cremated

You croak we jump ship

threw him a curve
                   he had trouble hitting curves laid down bunts had the speed to beat the throw 

whawas mariachis name was no Nat King Cole forgettable guys remember girls names guys didnt have a thing he wanted anif a guy remembered his name he was suspect nothing on his menu for them   a bust in the mouth remembered her Davida a Jewess from Brooklyn howd they pack all that on her small frame he wisecracked something crass Yawanna a bust in the mouth? he eyeballed her breasts she cracked him across the face openhanded immediately felt bad she did I’m sorryso sorry, can I help you feel better? I’ve never slapped anyone before.
he thought first time for everything  eyeballed her breasts again
                                                                    she cracked him a second time 
he didnt see guysthey didnt exist

it was later when Davida called him criminally hetero

   feeling badcompounded she agreed to go out with him

criminally hetero
                   she had good reason

on their first date he ravished her

she asked
            he ravished her a second time
Ravished?

Whawoud you call it

I’ve never been before.
                        he felt bad for her
though to her creditfor her part she was willing well-oiled  supple
                                                                      had he known he would have begun slower but  one bitehe craved her ate her like messy ribsgnawed her to the bonesnapped em sucked out her marrow

   afterwards  thats how she wanted to be taken


it was only a matter of time before she mentioned she had become was bondagecurious
        
in the air approaching Phoenix – 1400,  day-between-2-Ts,  20  9. 23
1303,  Monday,  16  10. 23
Nat King Cole  Unforgettable  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iF7kOq0peAU


Its Monday

  It is

Hmm  You don sound so enthused

Im not

   Howbout   Moanday Is tha bettermore appropriate
Spot on

Whas up

Im exhausted Dreams tagteamed me all night long an to boot closed out with Manic Monday

The Bangles thas awesome

Maybe if I hadnt been cowed Its been manic since midnight
                                                               An comon  a cute all-girl band shows me the door  Too upbeat after my night

   Can I ask

Yaknow  Sure
               Ill say this  Just before they ushered me out a sonorous voice spoke over undulatingblack nothing on the screen  If you can lift one finger, you can lift a hand. If you can lift a hand, you can lift two. If you can lift two hands, you can get others to help.

Whell shit Wha the hells tha supposed to mean

Im chewin on it

Profound

   I don know
                   I don know
But beat the pants off floating on a translucent green sea on a giant icingwhite marshmallowbathing  in a clawfoot bathtub of lukewarm onion soup  trying to flee a yakuza in a junkyard maze of heaped rusted smashed dismembered cars and trucks  which concluded with me shooting him in the face through his upraised hand

   If you can lift a hand . .

he stilled him with an exhausted look

Too soon

Abit
      Though somewhere inside your blackhumour is appreciated

AM-all-AM,  Moanday,  16  10. 23
1046,  Moanday