there hadnt been anything bad since Elmer

                                               if bad was succinct for selfdefense  bludgeoning the man

his right to defend his home his body

bad

       was the cops try as they may to make something other stick  some addled fiction

had seen one too many movies streamed cop serials

                                                         that

an he an half of them  disliked one another would spit

                                                           sparredboxed at the local gym

he rattled some eyeteeth

cops dont like getting beatup at what they think is their game

                                                                 they lacked imaginationlacked knowledge of his history

lacked empathy not a job requirement

    lacked his smarts

                          where Elmer fell down too hadnt played the game out to a finale

thought he lacked what the cops thought he lacked

analogue

           Checkers Chess didnt roll that out unless awfully apropos

Checkers Chess

                  Fuckin yahoos

 

bad had its occasions with him

                                    must have been bored  decided to try its hand again

when bad visited him as a kid defended his ethnicity badly got knocked to shit his Maw turned him over to his uncle who was connected with Golden Gloves

                                                  Joe. Could you do something for him?

his Uncle Joe did

                 did to the point where his uncle didnt say but made him understand he could be lethal

all he said was  Be smart.

 

he didnt go looking for bad

 

when bad was bored it found him  

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0953,  Wednesday,  18  6. 25

The Body Keeps the Score

    text   twenty years too late

                                      would have helped him meet his wifes onset

perhaps help stymie her inexorable  freefall  downward  spiral

                                                                    if

bigif  he had it in his toolkit

                               caveat  proviso   Maymaybe  might have made a difference

the guy stood Romanian Caz Jimbo the bartender said afterwards banged his empty glass tumbler on the bar

                                                                                                              left

went through his shouldernearly spinning himHey man he paid no attention  anesthetised  muttering Depression fuckthing sadness gone riot.

                                              riot    nothing gained confronting him

Jimbo

The usual?

Yah please

             motioned with his head after Caz  Whas his story

Ya wouldn’t want to know I ain’t sayin’.

 

set a large Redbreast on a napkin on the polishedwood bar as the Guinness creamed

                                                                                          Yasure you aint Irish?

Neighbours  A polack

                         Cant find Polish beer an tater vodka doesnt pair with Guinness

 

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0905,  Wednesday,  18  6. 25

Depression quote  Ken Bruen  The Devil

her I don’t know drove him nuts  anyones did

                                                         seemed a casual way to dump it in his lap

wanted to beat that

get ahead of him

    he was being considerate

maybe  shed give it some thought since they parsed it hung between them  they mused   after some truly riotous sex

when he woke the sun was creeping like a spider on the wall playing at illuminating large oils she painted

    they glistened

                   were  provocative

he laid still  quiet as a mouse

                                  thought

he knew what hed like to do

 

the yolkyellow room brightened

                                 eyes closedshe turned her back to the sunnuzzled his shoulder  kissed it

                                                                                   her breath wasnt quite there

she lingered under hypnopompic waves  particles

                                                       replacing his white noise

he closed his eyes

replayed several dream scenarios on his eyelids

                                                           Are you asleep?

Im not

lithely she crawled on top of him

                                     Ohmy.  I should say you’re not.

spreading her legs she fitted him inside her pushedup hands flat on his chest closed her eyes   then slowly slowly soveryveryslowly  rode him

                                       paso fino

he watchedwas mesmerised thrilled by the rhythmic swaying of her breasts

                                                                               felt a heavy swelling in his balls

grabbing her tits tighthe erupted nearly bucked her offknocked her head on the wall

    she collapsed on top him

                                 slipped off

 

I think youre not finished

Pleas . . .

he didnt let her get a word in edgewise

                                          shed cry her pussy was too ticklish

tucked a finger up her asslicked her savoured her with madabandon

                                                                              she howled like a banshee

 

 

recovering

             grabbing a handfulplus of tit Well kiddo   Whawoudya like to do with our day

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1526,  Tuesday

occasionally hOles in his perception as he walked and read

                                                               quicktiltglances forward  over top of the book

taking in the lay of the land

if people  rare pedestrians

    a hOle

missed a downed powerline before him that a pedestrian  left  other side of the motley rotting concrete street there were no sidewalks gleamed her seventy metres earlier

                                                       Careful she warned I walked this way halfhour ago and it wasn’t down.

she nodded as he thanked her was on the cell calling it in

                                                                            comely  really dug her efficiency

    

    a hOle

nearly missed the sunlight reflecting up there hadnt been rain

                                                                          AwwKahRist   profane

congealed

in the churchs remote parking lot at the back of the property

only staggered hopscotchsteps forgave him had he stepped on it hed have glidedslick across it

a cellophanescab of vomit on the blacktop  assphalt

                                                          copious

had to be the entire content of their belly

had half a mind to use a stick to push through it lookin for their asshole

                                                                           Otherwise

they swallowed it

to retain it

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1016,  Tuesday,  17  6. 25

Again.

they were hiking

she was behind him

he was familiar with the trail  hinted by deer 

he threw conversation over his shoulderprojected his voice or had thought he was

                                                                               Again wha

What you just said.

he stoppedturnedher head was down she almost ran into him

                                                                      You didnt hear me

resting her hands on his chest

                                No.  I heard.

    Then why again

You don’t think that was an odd thing to say?

Odd I say odd things Youve remarked more than oncemany times  tha many times regarding wha I say

    Queer now you ask me wha I said if you heard

I heard.

Then

Had I said it, wouldn’t you ask me to repeat myself?

No

    Id have heard you

I hear hawks.

Ja

Anwhy the German?

Doesnt end with an S he exaggerated the S   snakish

cut him off

             Hawks.

Ja

How?

Ive no idea

             Walking  Silent  Typical white noise in my head tha accompanies me

Tinnitus some say

Irritateem when I counter background radiation   Maw Earth sighs

                                                                           But I digress 

I hear gliide

               Like the whisper of deepsnow cut by the sled runners coming downhill when I was a kid

Knife through butter

Tha sound

    Interesting way to explain it.

                                    Kinda makes me wish I could hea . . .

There

            in the sky a hawk

  

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0849,  Tuesday,  17  6. 25

he read somewhere  Good which is unused is prone to turn to evil.

                                                                                     he

not him

himhe did not believe in evil

                                 theres good    bad

no evil

    evils religiously weighted 

religion had no bones in his world

                                     but in his  unused    prone to turn evil

Really

          Cant store good

Airtight Tupperware

Jerky dried

Salted like cod

Flash frozen

    Goods perishable

Turns into evil

Rye molds

Ergo therefore

               Ergotism

    LSD  lysergic acid diethylamide

                                     in the day someone couldnt say what LSD was

No blotter for you

Man, why ya gotta be a prick?

Ignorant

           Youre trip possibly a Bone China bowl of warm mud

I prefer turning on people wholl be agile adventurers able to relate their hallucinations

chuckled  pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at the crayon blockletter cardboard sign

                                                              We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. 

We hint  should they think he was holding down the place by himself

he was the people person

his partners

               definitely were not

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2331,  Monday

shook his head

                            No

Anif so no wonder whya didnt catch a fish  if even to release

I’m tellin’ ya yeah.

    Again

Alright alright.  I think you’re tryin’ to trip me up.

Me

      Tha tongue of yours it don need no help from me

Names agin

Good ol’ boys. Big, no, no, Gig, Gig an Biff.

I knew a Biffpretty sure many guys in America have known a Biff  drifts   through their  life

    You’re makin’ fun.

Im not  As a kid  Thasaid

                             I knew himfriendly enough though I didntwoudnt have had him as a fast friend

Or a flyfishin guide

rolled his eyesglared

                     I didn’t make the arrangements.

Went along for the ride   Gotcha

                                   Somebody else falls on the sword anyone else but you

Your enduring  endearing   utter lack of commitment

What?

You don headup a trooper  Youre   Wha  Me Worry

                                                         Alfred E Neuman

Before ya protest  your ears are awfully similar

What’s the knock?

Whas their names

    I said.

Ya stumbled Big an Giff

                              So said you

Their names

They’re Big shit . . now you’ve confused me.

Ya began confused

                     Maybe four guides   Big an Gig an Giff an Biff I wasnt there

But you did get one fish on the six times you went outlike I said fishing isnt necessarily about catching fish

Might compare to swings an misses in college with the ladies

                                                                   The chase

Come home alone

                       Or

Maybeunlikely  better luck luring ladies

                                            Lurid ligament binding late night an last calls

Wha as you callem  lures  did yause

Wet or dryflies

                I were a fish I woudnt have risen either

Are you knockin’ me?

Me knock you

                Sounds notoriously like  Wha  Me Worry

Ja

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1228,  Monday,  16  6. 25

Pianza  A Shadow’s Lament  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doc00tCkhOo

You’re doing it again, Papa.

its not that he was ignoring her

                                      he didnt hear her

You’re doing it again, Papa.

no

    he didnt hear her

jumped a bit when she touched his shoulder looked at her wideeyed

                                                                             You’re doing it again.

cleared his throat

                         Doin wha again

she smiled a sly smile her dimples werent as deep as her sisters  humored nonetheless

                                                                                        Reading the dictionary.

Aah  Tha

              Got me I am   Its a good book

It’s a dictionary.

Are we going to debate if its a book or not

It’s a dictionar . .

. . Which  is   a type of book

I’ve talked with other kidsMaw, she doesn’t read the dictionary, their parents don’t.

So wha baby

                 I shoudnt because others don

he watched her silently move I shouldn’t because others don’t around in her mouth not once  twice  several times

             chewed it

he watched

he was curious what shed say

                                         Anyway.                            

Wha

    I finished my essay. Would you go over it with me?

Of course  One second please

Hungup on a word?

he grinned at her

                     Entertained   By a word

 

What would that be?

Hackneyed

she said it softly  then

                             How is it spelled?

H  A  C  K  N  E  Y  E  D

shrugging  What does it mean?

Adjective

             Says here  Phrase or idea lacking significance through having been overused  Unoriginal  Trite

Hackneyed.

Yes

Banal.

Ya got it  Yes

                     Smarter than you look

HEY.

0958,  Monday,  16  6. 25

one finds their hero whenwherever they emerge

  

                                                       hes not on X  not any social media

struck him his whole life hes managedavoided as best he could stepping in dogshit

WHY

START

NOW

ABCs Terry Moran earlier this monthmaybe late last  jostled felon in the Oval Office

                                                                                       ol' thinskin lost his grip 

but presidential isnt his forte

he read an article

                    1206AM  Sunday  June Eighth  Terry Moran posted on X

“The thing about Stephen Miller is not that he is the brains behind Trumpism. Yes, he is one of the people who conceptualizes the impulses of the Trumpist movement and translates them into policy. But that’s not what’s interesting about Miller. mans not interesting  It’s not brains. It’s bile. Miller is a man who is richly endowed with the capacity for hatred. He’s a world-class hater. You can see this just by looking at him because you can see that his hatreds are his spiritual nourishment. He eats his hate. Trump is a world-class hater. But his hatred is only a means to an end, and that end is his own glorification. That’s his spiritual nourishment.”

try as he may

                anhe woudnt

he coudnt disagree one iota

he was keen on brevity

                         hed have reduced the paragraph like cooking reduced it to  Miller felon CUNTs

no disrespect intended towards women  unless theyre earned it 

hes known a few 

                    he was Johnny-on-the-spot callinem out      

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https://deadline.com/2025/06/terry-moran-trump-stephen-miller-abc-news-1236434732/