cracked him upmade him laugh

                                      Sleep over

in a text

which was smart

had he said it to his face hed loseUNAPOLOGETICALLY  his shit

                                                                     even when he was done laughin coudnt wipe the ridiculous smile off his face

hed feel it slowly evaporate

                                 should be able to turn off expressions

a switch ON OFF ON OFF

                               his OFF in thisthese because its happened more than once ignored him

was bothersome when physical attributes prevaileddisobeyed

                                                                     still

their enduring afterglows felt goodfelt like cedarheat on his face in a dry sauna

he liked dry sauna

he texted back  :  :  Have fun

                                 definitively FUN an SEX  are two different things

cowpoke had been having FUN for years he didnt know

                                                                  offsetting itholding out for   Someday His Prince Would Cum   

Don hold your breath motherfucker

he was

            so

man  singlehandedly keptup his humour

0943,  reggaefriday,  17  1. 25

Barbra Streisand  Someday My Prince Will Come  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR5-WNcElNw

Ever think the truth woud have to be an insurgent  A vigilante

                                                                       A disrupter

Speakin for myself liedcrossed my parents ass woud be beat   an rightly so

Im beginning to think those who can lie without thinkin twice werent caned werent crack soundly with a belt or shaving stropmy Dads favourite

Id shit when he didnt tell me to go into his closet an pick out a belt

                                                                        STROP

I don’t remember many times being punished with a beltcouple of cracks on the ass, my father’s hand.

Yahwhell yastrike me as a kid who toed the line

                                                     Possibly adverse to pain

Who isn’t adverse to pain?

   Maybe adverse is incorrect

                                  For as long as I can remember pain been paired with pain accompanied by pain

Comes whenya refuse to back downfly headlong into frays

You strike me as a thinker

                              When an actor is needed

Thinkin I coud get beat up odds are against me

I likedstill do defying oddslike being the underdogtha mutts always tickled me more so when he she prevails

   So . . . what you’re saying is . . you like pain.

Im sayin

          I don mind it

2023,  Thursday,  16  1. 25

1204,  reggaefriday,  17  1. 25

Miles Davis  That’s Right  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12KCzhaZG3A

Fat Time  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGd9_atxTfo

bean

coffee

         lying on the linoleum kitchen floor looked woebegone   

a woebegone bean 

                     he emptied the last of a Peets Big Bang bag into anotherthought he had then straightening it out infolding the sides so the bag laid flat in the trashturning  he heard a sound

a bean aint got legs

he looked at it

                 said Jailbreak brother

bean aint got a mout

leaning over to pick it up place it in the freshopened bag he could swear it shivered a bit

I think he said to it  had I not heard you one of the cat woud have found you played with you knocked ya into some unreachable place where I woudnt have found you for a long timethen likely  think you were a mouse turdpitched you   whawoudve been the point of you growing up picked in Africa blended with Ethiopian Super Natural beansya might be one  an denied your ordained destiny

Not Gawd

Fate

   lecture over he dropped it in with its bean brethren

                                                           Thanks for makin a bit of noise amigo

 

resealed the package    

0859,  reggaefriday,  17  1. 25

https://www.peets.com/blogs/peets/ethiopian-super-natural-is-out-of-this-world

   in jail

              Wha they call you

he mumbledgravelly  You?

   Joe

Joe.

Yah

Nice you can manage a single syllable no sooner had he said it he regretted it  Whas your name

Name.

         Name . . don’t matter.

Whas your name

   Why?

Im Joe

        What is your name

   Jerome.

he stood opposite Jerome beside a collapsible cafeteria table mounted on wheels stuckout his hand

                                                                                                         Its good to meet ya Jerome

Jerome chuckled feebly into his mitts

                                         Nice to meet me?

Yah  Put it there

There?

Shake Jerome

                 Shake my hand

his hand disappeared utterly inside Jeromes paw

                                                       Nice to meet you If you hadnt said your name I was goin callya Gargantuan

Ya know Gargantuan  still shaking hands 

No sounded like a dull bell

It means huge enormous mammoth epic  Take your pick  Jerome finally let go of his hand

   You like sweets Jerome

Sweets?

In here Desserts

I like desserts.

I don

        Woud you care to have mine

Your desserts?

All my desserts

Yeah I would.

Theyre yours

Are we friends?

Yabetcha

            I have your back you have mine

Back?

Yah

      If you need help  Ill help you

If I need help youll help me

Friends?

Yes  Friends

nobody fucked with him but once while he was inside

actions speak louder than words

Jerome didnt hurt the man

                              too bad

 

2204,  Thursday,  16  1. 25

1040,  reggaefriday,  17  1. 25

 President Joe Biden

 

“Today, an oligarchy is taking shape in America of extreme wealth, power, and influence that literally threatens our entire democracy, our basic rights and freedoms, and a fair shot for everyone to get ahead.”

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/speeches-remarks/2025/01/15/remarks-by-president-biden-in-a-farewell-address-to-the-nation/

 

January 20 begins the slow inexorable slide into Shit  unless . . .

                                                                                     hed recommend a hookslide inside the bag  SAFE!

0919,  reggaefriday,  17  1. 25

Springsteen  Glory Days  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvUOgIgLqOQ

they were having coffee on the front porch yakkin

You’ll excuse me, I gotta hit the head.

Rock on

          Refill reheat your coffee

A refill would be nice.

they stood simultaneouslyhe took both mugs

                                                Meetcha back out here

he bounced whole milk off the bottom of his buddys cup took his black went back outside set buddys cup on the metal whiteenameled café table held his as he stood at the railingadmiring a hawk working the sky overhead

What’s going on in the hall outside the bathroom?

Goin on

A shrine, an altar?

Lefties ashes

It’s got the glimmerings of religiousness.

Her place

Strikes me, a memorial for a cat. rolled his eyes like a loon

Yahappen to look above her ashes

   I did not.

The painting there Ive shared with you before

                                                  Painting of a tree

I didn’t notice.

Ought to be more observant tout yourself as being so

                                                         But ya noticed enough  to assume religion

   It looks staged.

Not staged

            Happened   Organically

Paintings been in the hall on the bookcase since midTwentythree Leftie died Tuesday December Tenth

The tree in the painting I saw in Sedona on the grounds of the Amitabha Stupa in Peace Park It is Buddhist

See? Religion.

   Philosophy

                Then I was consumed by the Tibetan prayer flags tha abound on the grounds around the stupa I felt a foreign fullnessmaybe not foreign inside me 

Something like when Im in the mountains

                                             I felt something akin to tha

Akin to the favour an fullness leftie gave me

                                               Which I unfortunately  took for granted  because she was so young

So it is a shrine.

Had you observed in the upper righthand corner of the painting is a hawk tha was not in the photo I asked Collin to take

Anielas spirit animal is a hawkyou havent one  do you

                                                            Mines the buffalo

If a second choice were possibleit is not my second woud be the hawk

Still . . . you insist it is not religious.

Spiritual

            Ought to shaddup  your coffees gettin cold     

1147,  Thursday,  16  1. 25

https://www.piprahwa.com/relics-relic-offerings-sarira#:~:text=These%20bead%2Dlike%20relics%20have,of%20rice%2C%20and%20as%20split

Bitches Brew

he walked up beside her excused himself  selected a bottle of beer from a surprisingly wide variety

she was sipping wine

                        There are glasses in the overhead cabinet.

Thank you the bottles perfect

her nose wrinkled whether she was aware or not

Im Joe  he extended his hand slow on the uptake  she took it

                                                                  I’m Katherine.

K  Katherine

Yes.

Thank you

Why do you ask?

I call people by the name they share first time I ask

                                                        I am not Joseph  Call me tha Ill not acknowledge you                                        

A bit of a stickler?

Downright anal she almost choked on her sip

                                               Now  for threefingers of whiskey Id use a glass

Drinking straight from the bottle at a gathering would be gauche

   Who are you?

Friend of Aisling our host

                           Oh see her Youll excuse me Katherine Shes been involved I havent had the opportunity to say hello thank her for the invite

                                    Pardon me

he came up behind herhugged her hard

she giggled  Joe.

You know it

No one else hugs me from behind.

Turn so I can hug you face to face

she turned they hugged they kissed smiledlaughed

                                                          You’re a handful.

Donya know it

she blushed How you do that.

To get a rise out of ya beautiful the colours so appealing on you 

she blushed harder Would you stop? It isn’t polite to . .

. . To wha

             Assault apepper my host

To . . . somethingmy mind goes blank around you.

Im your temporary amnesia

You’re my something.

   Happily I am

                  Got tellya  An amazing beer selectio . .

. . All in bottles too, I’ve conceded to you.

Conceded nah  Coud we concur

she laughed gayly dimples went deep We can concur.  Screwball.

                                                                     I saw you met Kate.

Katherine  Youre allowed Kate

We go way back. She recently returned. These are her old stomping grounds.

She ever stomp

Stomp?

I imagine you stompinnot her

Stomp. Fair.

                 We met through dance.

Unless RiverdanceI think not not much stomping in those legs as attractive as they are

She’s beautiful.

dully She is

   No interest?

No  I think because she knows you shell be sharp but beyond conversation friendshi . .

. . She’s safe from your marauding ways.

 

Marauding

                Appears your mind has returnedfog amnesia  lifted

   Could I ask?you’ve just met her.

You know her know you I know you

                                           A different calibre

Different caliber. I’m a different calibe . .

. . More so than manymany women  Yaset a high bar

                                                            Katherine doesnt strike me a high jumper

Not tha she cant jump

Well . . . thank you for that.

he smiled

What was the trigger?I know things set you off.

Whine

Wine?

Spelled differently

only girlfriend he had that drank wine he married

                                                     every one before and every woman after his wife diedlong after she died had not nor whined 

Aisling sighed

                  Appears I have my work cut out for me.

You’re a high bar too.

1751,  Wednesday,  15  1. 25

1055,  Thursday,  16  1. 25

Miles Davis  Bitches Brew  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwcmT_85Gbs

The Fireballs  Bottle of Wine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0UVZePwlg0

original  Joe Brown  Bottle of Wine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FkbkisG3Po

. . . sonofagun

                     just occurred to him

inside of a week America will become one of the worlds shithole countries

1615,  Wednesday,  15  1. 25

incredulous Again.

                     What did he text?

Something huh?

Would you read it to me again . . . I couldn’t have possibly heard you right.

Ohno, you heard me right.

                             He wrote  Aside from a fuck and murder dream, not to say that babies don’t have them, they’re not tabulae rasae, empty slates, I slept like a baby.

A fuck and murder dream? Sounds nightmarish.

A dream.

What do you mean dream?

He only dreams.

                   Can’t say I’ve ever heard him apply nightmare to any dreams he’s ever had. And he’s had doozies when I’ve pressed him to say what.

He’s given me nightmares.

                                  Only dreams.

Ask him.

About the fuck and murder dream?

Yeah.

         Ask him.

He’ll not text it.

Why?

Because he prefers to share details . exquisitely . during conversation or on a phone call and I really don’t feel like listening to them. You miss me saying he’s given me nightmares?

Have him call me. I wanna know.

                                     Or would that be too much an imposition?

You know, according to him, it never hurts to ask.

Ask. Text him my number.

Awright.

    There you go.

 

Oh shit!

What?

He’d be happy to share just not right now, he’s busy.  A little later.

 

 

his phone rang

                  Clara. Hello. What’s up?

Jesus. Just off the phone with Joe.

He called?

He said he would OhmyGod OhmyGod Ohmy God.

You going to say?

Yeah.  I’ll give you the CliffNotes, ya sittin’ down?

Sitting down? Really?

Ohshit really yeah.

Lemme sit down.

                   There.

Sex. Murder.

             Allison.  He learned her name from the dream while admitting she was a complete stranger to him, you remember names of strangers in your dreams?

No.

Me neither, her name’s Allison. He said she was an abundant honeyblonde and he isn’t usually attracted to blondes.

No he’s not.

Allison has a pistol, revolver, a long barreled one.

                                                     When they go to bed she insists he usesfucks her with the loaded gun his finger on the trigger.

What?

Fuckedup, yeah?

                  While she fingers herself he makes her fellated it and when she’s all wet he fucks her with it fucks her ass then tosses it beside her head when he digs in on her since she’s cum numerous times an crazyfucking sensitive.

Jesu . .

. . Wait! Wait.

                They’re in a motel. The door gets kicked open head of the bed on the wall beside it her exboyfriend comes raging in while theyre fucking . . . Allison’s on her back snatches up the revolver and as her ex leans down to grab her she jams it in his gullet fires blows his head off bone shards brain shower of blood drops the gun body topples away from the bed.  They keep fucking.

                                        Nightmare right?

Eventually police catch her.

She confesses.

Forensic confirms her story.

They have conjugal visits raucous fucking she grips prison bars as he takes her from behind.

   The description of her ex’s head blowing up was over the top graphic pulled no punches.

                                                                                                    Jesus.

You okay?

You didn’t sa . .

. . I said he said he slept like a baby . . . aside from a fuck murder dream.

7AMish,  Wednesday,  15  1. 25

1217,  Wednesday

she said What do you mean he can’t meet us for breakfast?

he said I told you I didn’t want to extend the invitation, he’d turn me down, us down.

Breakfast is on us.

It doesn’t matter.

Since when does free eats not matter?

He’s busy. He’s busy every day until sometime in the afternoon, sometimes until, though not very often, early evening. Busy.

He has to eat.

He has dinner. He likes to prepare his own food.

Makes no sense.

That it makes sense to him is all that matters, how does he say it? It’s not agenda, no. Hell. Can’t think right now.

He’s selfish.

I don’t like defending him but let me say this because I can hear him in my head; he’d say we’re all selfish. And that would be true.

                You’re upset he's refusing to meet us but that’s because you'd like him to eat with us and he’s rejecting us, you don't like to be rejected, denied.

                                            Selfish.

But not selfish of you?

No.

     You asked me to ask him despite me telling you he’d say no.

   What is he doing?

He’s writing.

Every day?

Every day.

Some type of vanity project?

he laughed

             He’s the least vain person I know, no, he draws no attention to himself. He does it for himself.

He’s ridiculous.

I agree.

         But we’ll not influence him one iota.

He only does what he wants to do.

And I mean only.

                  So yeah.   Selfish.                                 

1052,  Monday,  13  1. 25

1052,  Wednesday,  15  1. 25

our children they the worlds collective children raised at a deficit

                                                                   or

deficient kids  not by their doing

                                    but

by doing of their world parents if they dont push back hard

of schooling

of society

           which appears intent on raising gaggles of uninspired uninterested dullards

now that said

               it could simply be the ruling classes want to be servedserviced by peasants peons serfs like Once upon a historical time explicitly before Gutenbergs printing press 1455 he printed the Gutenberg Bible explicitly before the masses learned to read and write

his generation valued valued by their parents was educated by the Three R’s reading ‘riting ‘rithmetic

                                                                                                           now

audiobooks  Why learn to read if youre read to?

keyboarding Why pickup a pencil pen? when a struggle to print or write cursive longhand  suffer inferior vocabularies suffer the ability to sound out words lack phonetics overall reinforced by social media shorthand

                                                                                                        Ye for yes

LOL

      acrimonious acronyms  emojis  simpleminded hints simple pictorial attempts to express their emotions because they havent the words to express themselves

Why sweat arithmetic? have calculators abstraction is confusing  who wants to be confused

                                                                                                  growingup he did

Why this harangue?

talking with a friend he learned that her grandchild was attending an afterschool  extracurricular curriculum again 

Cursive Club

                learning to write cursive

not calligraphy

simple cursive

not in school

   blew his mind

1550,  Monday,  13  1. 25

1000,  Wednesday,  15  1. 25