over the top of shooting pool there was a whole lotta rigmarole going on

friend kept pointing to the sign over the cuesticks

                                                      More chalkin’

                                                       Less talkin’ 

there would have been less talking had the third of their threelegged stool shot cutthroat

Didya know this game is also called three-man-screw

No. she said Are you giving me an excuse to sit out so you two can play 8ball?

Youre certainly no man . .

. . No, she aint . . 

. . Ya interrupted me

he looked a tad sheepish 

                            but they were high

thasaid he was probably the highest because he didnt get loaded as they frequently did

                                                                                             as a matter of fact the last time he really bingedreally banged the wall was when he was a college English major at Miami studyingcreativity didnt suffer if he was stoned and he had met this cute little number who was gaga over him who had access through her boyfriend – YahBoyfriend – to outlandishoutstanding hash don get high on your supply she laid grams on him without cash upfront to cover the purchase

                                     evidently he was a good at sales had a line of bullshit longer than both his armsknuckles locked round an round we go in the circle of his arms like a snake eating its tail ouroboros look at all those fuckin Os cyclic how could he misshe couldnt

                                                 shed lay twenty grams on him he sold fifteen kept five covered what she fronted him and had plenty of greenplenty hash unfortunately plenty ran out when Boyfriend caught wind of his girlfriends wet panties he didnt touch her he didnt touch her he did not touch her but motherfuckershed masturbate in the car sitting beside him then hand stickyfingers et alia grams of hash off to him

                                                                                        Awcome on, baby, you don’t want some of this?

I do I do I do  but mixing pleasure with business bad bad BAD idea

I’m bad, my idea. shed holdwiggled her fingers before his face pleasantscent  upped the coercion bring her hand back and Mmmm sucked her fingers

Youll excuse me gotta book he polevaulted out of her car

                                                            she was crazy

he called her Nitro  small bundle thacould blow him to Kingdom Come – Yahdouble entendre – was delicious hash until it wasnt

. . Ya interrupted me

What? he cringed

Stuff the attitude man youre losin at pool an gettin testy Aint gonna help your game

                                                                                          An Im high  Thasaid

Whawoud ya call a game with two men an a woman

Jesus, what are you talking about?

Talkinbout three-man-screw

Three-man-screw?

   Cutthroat

               Menge a trois 

Jesus! she erupted she was into her religion

                                                they werent

if she wanted to come unglued theyd send herNO

                                                      they woudnt

he woud hed send her packing she was as necessary as an ashtray in a NO SMOKING lounge

                                                                                                      but Buddy he thought he was playing the long game

it was no-game

but he was into her

Enough, man.

Howstha

You want to keep it clean.

Were adults  I think

                      I don know  Which brings us back to my earlier remar . .

. . Your mouth is always going.  What remark is that?

he looked at her

                  Whad I have you write down first

she leaned forwardpicked up the clipboard off the coffee table before the loveseat

                                                                                      Stuff it in like putty.

Yah

Yahwhat? he said

                     You say something like that like we’re supposed to follow your thinking.

I didnt ask you to follow I just wanted her to get it down since I was shooting she not interested in menage de troi . .

. . Would you quit.

Quit

      I aint started nothing  I woudnt 

So what’s stuff it in like putty?

Zip nada  hard-on

                     Pack it in like putty an let her gyrate to get you hard

What? bugeyedoutraged

which fuckin made him chuckle as he buried the 8ball in the corner off a long bankshot

                                                                                            Packing putty dude  Or do you have your pharma cornucopia filledtucked away in your shaving kit

he was high

              couldnt hold him responsible for his humour

1527,  Reggaefriday,  17  11. 23

1547,  Saturday,  18  11. 23

Adam Jensen  Never Get High on Your Own Supply  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppzTY6SImO8

5:55 by the hands of the clock  didnt spare him yesterday morning – 0555 hours

0505 this morning did

hed have to admit he was a little concerned when he saw the 5s

                                                                    but

apparently hed be the parent hypnagogic gargoyle was either out of sorts or out on the town

he pulled the pillows to either side of his head closer tilted his head leftcheek against one tucked his right fist knucklesdown under his hip tipping his body slightly left  through the window he could see raindrops spatter on the glass silveredwhiteshards lit by a lone lightbulb above his neighbours garage door that seeped between the fences vertical slats and cracked knotholes

                                          maybe hypnagogic sleeping in lulled by the softsound of rain

he woudnt interrupt himherhermaphrodite despite they having no compunction to interruptharrass him Yes 2 rs 

not that he truly mindedmined their attentionintentions

                                                          they did have an eye for intense detail

and scripted stagecrafted costumed elaborate interfaces scenarios characters

and generously leftout people he knew

he dreamed virtually of strangers

                                    appropriately

strangers in strange phantasmagoric places

they utterly entertained him when they presented

   somehow he either or they did  ducked each other

sleep arrived welloiled silent pitchblack and swept him away

1121,  Saturday,  18  11. 23

Wizard of Oz  The Strawman  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nauLgZISozs

Cheerleader, church girl, naughty girl.

                                         Theyre hot.

   Ya don get out much do you

No. I do.  I was just saying.

Wha arya saying

Are those true experiences?

Im not sayin

You can tell me.

he laughed boisterously  Don take this bad but youd be the last person Id tell

his jaw went slack

                      Why wouldn’t you saytell me?

For the reason I follow obsessively

                                      I wouldnt tell anyone  Just happens youd be the last anyone

Why?

Because 

            Plenty of people live vicariously fraudulently  They live via on-line via videogames via shit I probably havent any clue about or woud care  Ill leave them to their druthers as long as they leave me out

But you must realize, you’re giving them that.

Im writing

            As Ive told you before  fictions fiction fictions scifi fictions nonfiction Nonfiction cant be fiction  It provides fact provides evidential speculation offers reasonable  reasonable hypotheses            

I write Its doesnt matter if its true or imaginedHA

                                                      And Im not at liberty to say

Not at liberty . . to say?

No  Neither are you

                      However  alas  yare not a storyteller

The faces  masks theyve wornIve worn utterly fascinate me  I am elated aroused tha they saw me fit to be a part of be involved with to witness their manifestations their willingness to imagine assume roles  Make makebelieve

Make makebelieve?

   Yes

           It shoudnt end when our childhood does  Think of the lives saved if we werent so fuckin serious  deadly serious

As a species we possessI believe exceptional imaginationperhaps I shoud correct myself not exceptional If we are the only species on the planet tha can imagine frankly it may be mundane Possibly no onenothing behind us pushing us forwardcompeting with us

                                 Woudnt tha be novel

I don’t think . .

. . You don know

                    Wittgenstein

Yes.

Yes

     Whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent  I love whereof an thereof

You certainly do.

I do

      We love being entertaineddole out tons of dough for it  We lovewe want to be other than who we are

You like who you are

I do.

Are you satisfied

I don’t think anyone is satisfie . .

. . I didnt ask about anyone

                              I asked you

How do you expect me to answer that?

   If someone isnt satisfied its their fault

Fault?

You disagree

I think I may.

Id rather you believe  No matter

                                     Cheerleader  church girl  naughty girl  I adore they trusted me with their unabashed freedom their kindness playfulness  So unashamed  So willing to imagine

undated

1248,  Reggaefriday,  17  11. 23

took a leak

took a look

clocks hands read 5:55

he knew he shouldnt have

                             now

his best playpal was going to be all over him

that wouldbe his hypnogogic gargoyle

5:55 IS definitely stimulating him or her or his hermaphroditic ditherer theyre excitable

You saw

I did

Whadaya think

Despite going back to sleep

Wha

     We went down just shy of Eleven Youve had a good seven hoursyou went years on less than five

I was younger then

So

I had a job then

So

I have neither now SO Id like to fall back to sleep

leftie and shyhis cats returned to the bedroom with him hoppedup onto the bed leftie tucked herself between his legstucked up tight to his crotch shy laid on his chest her head over his heart 

                                                                                  they were two little hearths  heaters  made him sleepy

No no  not yetnot yet ya don

Wha Canya make it quick

that makes his playpal squeal with delight

                                             Like we do quick Close your eyes Well begin     See

Yes  5 5 5

Howbout this  5 5 5 S S S

I see

Then 5 5 5 S S S 2 2 2

Where is this going

5 5 5 S S S 2 2 2 7 7 7

Lemme guess 9 9 9  If we went 1 1 1 wed hang ourselves  Nowhere else to go

Right on  Anthen

6 6 6

Then were exhausted

No  b b b

   Yes  Wha next

p p p q q q o o o

Roll to 0 0 0  bigger 0 0 0    Yaremember

Of course I do     0   0

                       _

                            Heres looking at you

O   0

   =     Whistle while you work

I did

You did Irritated those few

Who irritated me Ate at their cubiclesmacked their lipsbelched  because they couldnt see over the top of their cubicle they thought they couldnt be heard

Ya disabused them of that notion

I did

        Somehow they could hear me whistle

You werent loud

No I wasnt Neither was I in tune though

No

Are you still there

                      HEY

Bastard

          Went to sleepwhas he dreaming about  Lemme look

he was building a compound topped with razorwire fixedup against his familyhis parents house that was torn down twentysix years ago

a bit distracted  He goes there when he seeks comfort

                                                           I wonder what hes seeking comfort from  Hmmm

hed ask him when he got back

however now heshehermaphrodite was trying to turn away their feelings that hed be playing with his other best playpal  hypnopompic pompous ass

0555,  Reggaefriday,  17  11. 23

1110,  Reggaefriday

try as they may

                 thamade him laugh  loudly

they werent trying at all

they were photographic models primpedprimed airbrushed photoshopped now he assumed hadnt looked at a skinmag for years

those glossygirls couldnt supplantsupercede the sluts he ran with wrote slutsthey werent he couldnt resist supplantsupercede the sluts   poetic

three came to mind in particular 

he played his part to enhance their pleasurestoke  their imagination

squeakyclean petite blonde cheerleader who was very cool despite appearances  wasnt selfconscious had porcelain Chinadoll features  was a fivethree stack of athleticism grace flexibility  which all surfaced when they walkedher in the lead to a small disused graveyard she knew of just inside county forest preserves boundaries it was old  headstones scribbled with lichen wood headstones crumbling on some photographs of the deceased set in relief under convexglass

she found a grave she liked and laid on it

                                             lifted her fanny slippedup her skirt slippedoff her panties turned her head aside  then resting the back of one hand across her cheek

                                                               You fiend.   Do what you must.

he did what he must enthusiastically

it was great fun

no Lovers Lane for churchgirl

                               he actually met her at church at a youth function she was a group leader  he had taken his younger sister there because she was becoming curious about religionhe wasnt but he respected she was and honoured her he wasafter all her big brother

churchgirl was freckled  ruddyred curlyhair sometimes in blueshade it purpled he dug that he witnessed it in the candlelit nave in the pews she took him there because she wanted to pray she said

                                                                                         she held his hand tight

the youth group was in the basement accompanied by nuns and the priest

she whispered she liked him

I like you

Good.  I want you to really like me.

she pulled the hem of her skirt to her waist put his hand between her legs pushed it up against her warm soft white cotton panties and began rubbing herself with his knuckles she sighed became warm warmer  and warmer   and warmerGASPedher panties  moist

                                      she looked him in the face

hers was flushedher freckles fierce her mouth parted shinyspittle on her lower lip he close her mouth with a kiss and kissing her he pushed her down on the hardwood pew got between her legs  they dryhumped he clutched her clothed breasts kissed her more kissed her deep  deeper  humping  until GASPinghis shorts moist

naughty girl

she was taller than him older than him robusty in all the right places

first time he got her undressed on her bedtheir clothing thrown everywhichway he leaned over her on all fours she giggled she refused to part her legs had them clenched tight together yet writhed wiggled her ass she concealed her breastsclutching them in her hands as tightly as she held her legs

he tried to part her legs

she was strong

                 he wasnt going to hurt her trying to pry them aparther hands from her breasts he wasnt having any luck  nor could he manage to pry the terriblyhumoured smile off her face all his efforts failed

                                                                                             then

in a rare burst of intuition he slipped to one sideflipped her over like a log onto her face  she laughed  he grabbed her ass with both hands bit one cheekshe howled he bit the othershe howledlaughed laugheddeeply  Im gonna fit my cock in your ass  she howled and laughed   but that wasnt going to happen either  she was  rigid

                                                                                                       so

he cracked her on the assOh Daddy!  Daddy. Am I a bad girl a naughty little girl?

sincerely Yes you are  he cracked her on her other cheekOh Daddy oh daddy! Look, look see, I’m wet.  Gordian Knot had come undone

                    she became as supple as a snake

afterwards in the morning they had collapsedexhausted fell asleep entwined

                                                                                  still in bed

she told him he made her feel safe he had a goodness a humor   she giggled You’re like a playful, curious, little boy. 

it wasnt always like that

although he couldnt say he didnt enjoy it when she was naughty

imaginative creative women attracted him

 

idea undated

1131,  Thursday,  16  11. 23

he walked through a colourful leaffall

                                             in California of all places

akin to a snowflurry

closest to it

             reminding him as a kid when hed jump into a pile of leaves he rakedup then squatscoopedup handfuls and toss them into the air over his head

                                      a leafflurry

a leaffall

330preferred,  day-between-2-Ts,  15  11. 23

0927,  Thursday,  16  11. 23

he thought he knew that his career path had been eluding a career  which deftly assiduously he has done

but writing a text to his daughter he admitted

                                                I can say I’ve been wrong countless, too many times to count – actually, I might excel at being wrong – I THINK I’VE DISCOVERED WHAT MY CAREER WAS!!!!

she replied

            Better late than never! ;)

kids a fuckin riot 

apple didnt fallen far from the tree

1455,  Monday,  13  11. 23

0901,  Thursday,  16  11. 23

Dylan  When the Ship Comes In  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5c9_XkYYjTU

it was an intimate venue

                           in other words

small and jampacked

had to excuse yourself if you wanted to scratch your ass

though it did get ones hands down within desirable climes

if one could find a place to set down their pint of cider

                                                         a ciderhouse  yes

first time in the venuefirst time sipping cider

                                               first time missing a mug a handle

always misses his fathers mugs

                                   heavy cutglass

could pound nails with them in a clutch

he was enjoying the singer

wrote his own songs

his intimacy apparent

acoustic guitar

                 was accompanied by a female cellist easy on the eyes a virtuoso which played keenly to his sapiosexualism  Look it up

two hands in the audience went up

he turned to the woman beside him Excuse me  Excuse me   he tapped her on the shoulder Excuse me

she turned Yes.

Thank you Im sorry whadid he just say please

Jeffrey?  she was talking with a man beside her when he interrupted

Yes  Jeffrey

He asked if anyone in the audience was the son of a pastor; he usually asks, is this the first time you’ve seen him?

It is Pastor  Thank you 

                         My daughter recommended him Shes attended three of his gigs in Seattle

she smiled all teeth I’m a bit of a geek, occasionally I’ve followed him on tour.  You see we grew up in Portland I’m not a stalker. she laughed musically stalker amused her  I have friends here.

Hes awfully good

He’s freaking amazing, his lyrics heartfelt, so meaningful I love him, I really love him.

he smiled I’m happy to talk to such a devoted fan  Thank you for the moment.

You betcha have fun.  she turned back to talk with the fella he interrupted

Pastor he said to himself

                          he thought he had said bastard   he almost raised his hand

1222,  Saturday,  11  11. 23

1007,  day-bewtween-2-Ts,  15  11. 23

Jeffrey Martin  I Know What I Know  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2VOchBLwuE

God Bless his teleprompters

if words had to come out of his own headout of his big mouth  nope

                                                                         not vermin

The noodle?ah I get it, they have no spine all wiggly . . No.  Not that.  

Great word ver min. Ver min.  Ver min. I’ll have to practise to get it right.  Vermin.

curious how his take on teleprompters has changed like his take on the 5th Amendment

   “I’ve always said, if you run for president, you shouldn’t be allowed to use teleprompters (October 2015). Because you don’t even know if the guy is smart.”  hes proved his point that hes not smart

   “You see the mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you talking the Fifth Amendment?”  hes proved his point that hes not innocent

not to mention hes particularly impressed with people sickophants who have formers back

                                                                                                say Campaign spokesperson Steven Cheung who is every bit as articulate as the former

   “. . . those who try to make that ridiculous assertion are clearly snowflakes grasping for anything because they are suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS – not in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DMS)) and their entire existence will be crushed when . . . Trump returns to the White House.”

like other carnival rides  the wheels will fall off this one too

1606,  Monday,  13  11. 23

1142,  day-between-2-Ts,  15  11. 23

vermin  former  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkXETDiunFI

https://www.axios.com/2023/11/13/trump-vermin-fascist-language-speech

Steven Cheung  https://www.mediaite.com/news/trump-spox-responds-to-firestorm-over-trump-calling-his-enemies-vermin-with-a-vow-to-crush-their-existence/

5th Amendment  https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2022/08/trump-takes-the-fifth.html

TDS  https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/donald-trump/trump-says-special-counsel-jack-smith-others-will-end-mental-instituti-rcna124953 

coming out of his backyard after checking on his feral cat that the mans dog chased who hes cared for for better ten years  the cat wasnt a springchicken  he crossed their drives began descending the driveway to the street

                                                                                                                Not cool man

No, it’s not cool. Sorry.

Cant keep your dog in line maybe . . . 

                                        neighbour lost his shitZERO to SIXTY DON’T YOU TELL ME HOW TO TRAIN MY FUCKIN DOG . . .

angrily he raised his voice

                             neighbour had the high ground advantage realisedunderstood menaced him threatened to hurl the piece of cordwood he held in his hands at him  

Seems to me a man cant keep his bitch in line aint much of a man

                                                                      then turning slightly askewleft he said to the girlfriend An it seems to me a woman who cant keep her obviously troubled man in line aint much of a woman either

it was unlikely either heard him over the bellowing DON’T TELL ME HOW TO TRAIN MY FUCKIN DOG NOBODY TELLS ME HOW TO TRAIN MY FUCKIN DOG. SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH OR I’LL SHUT IT FOR YOU. SHADDUP, HEAR ME? SHADDUP SHADDUP.  WHY DON’T YOU TAKE YOUR FUCKIN LITTLE WALK?  GO. GO. GO.

                                                                                                               somewhere deep inside epizeuxis surfaced gurgled oozedup in his thoughts  Go go go  it tickled him

yah hed go

              the neighbour kept raving good chance he might throw the splitwood at his headhe was on his toes  hopefully hed miss let him fetch then naturally hed waltzround to the front steps to return the threat the provocation . . .

   he didnt feel like raving

                           Good idea man  I think Ill take a little walk an read

he smiled up into his leering redblasted face

                                                then opening the book in his hands he turned leftdropped his eyes into it and ignored whatever was spewingissued from the mans mouth   he couldnt distinguish words now   he was reading about the Underworld the hadal zone about subterranean trenches below twentythousand feet

   its hard to hear underwater                                         

1950,  Sunday,  12  11. 23

1300,  2sday,  14  11. 23

she sighed Do you have to be morose?

   Morose You know morose

that irritated her Yes.

I like tha People not often use it A good adjectiveunderused  but good

                                                                            Im not being morose

Then what?

I was stating a simple fact It crossed my skullhad nothing to do with anything I let it roll out No sense being inhibited

   As a matter of fact . . .

As a matter of factyes.

Yes

      Continue

I lik . .

. . Like he smiled lustfully

I . . I love . .

. . Better

I love that you’re uninhibited.

After all this time its nice tha I can still make you blush

trying to suppress a smirk  Maybe anger, or frustration.

   Or not

a full-on lascivious grin dimples to die for Or not.

No

       I apologise  I didnt say it to upset you

As I said it crossed my mind  Anthas no easy feat . .

. . As we both know.

Yes We do

Any idea why? Or the usual?

Afraid the usual

You’ve suffered a lot of lost . . recent lost.

Comes with being from a big family  Inevitable

I’m sorry babe.

Thank you

             Big joys big sorrows cant have one without the other

So youll forgive me  he smiled hugged her tight

into his shoulder she mumbled  Forgiven.

. . . somebody dies everyday

eventually everyone dies . . .

  

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1144,  2sday,  14  11. 23

they stopped at a fourway intersection

the passenger asked which way she thought hed go

across from them was a DO NOT ENTER barricade a couple of traffic horses fanny to fanny

acceleratingcrossing the roaddriving up onto the shoulder to get around a horse the passenger yelled Are you nuts?

without glancing at himeyes fixed straight ahead she said flatly No. This is the way he’d go. You want out?I’ll stop.

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he thought to live dangerously

decided not to make his bed

anif he didnt

he wouldnt have to sleep in it

he recalled his Maws threat

                               You’ve made your bed, now you’re going to have to sleep in it.

Obviously

             that reasoning had a hole in it

which left him no choice but to exploit it

   maybe she would have been angry at him

but

      shed appreciate his astute conniving

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