he wasnt usually thick or
unresponsive
he rarely failed to provide a latent cogent comeback if the usual talent/those spotlight lovers and performers swung and missed and then flinched long and hard shocked that they had
he wasnt one like they to walk around with it curled up like a snail in the palm of his hand inquiring A fine looking cock isnt it Ya wanna give it a little touch give it a little stroke a gentle kiss on its unworried brow
he was none of the things many people were about
his wit was restrained and understated he actually preferred it remain unstated
he was not a public entity
he cherished his anonymity
yet when the things that confused him raised their hoary heads wanting to be pet he preferred a few valued insights lines on where he could evaluate such happenstance cull them objectively and then lotsa room to spread out to study
he was a miserable student
though none of his teachers could
say his research wasnt well-developed intricately footnoted and possessed a searing
bibliography
his writing was concise reasoned
but not all classes could be elaborated in writing or were without deadlines
if his assignments had been timely the Cs and Ds he received(and didnt fault) would have tallied strongs Bs and As
his grades didnt tarnish his humour smiling he allowed The only A+ I ever received during school was for my bloodtype
much of his confusion he aligned with a curious unexpected dyslexia or inattention that stoked mysted his eyes and oriented his unflappable imaginative mind
had he the want he probably could correct it
but that pedagogic retooling would have robbed him of indecent or untoward thoughts and perspectives
not to say they were immoral
rather they were hypermoral
sharp reliefs magnified and their contained shadows brightened to see inside of
that they occurred to him at all he never questioned
and when he was questioned he insisted that while his ideas or pieces were tethered unsympathetically to his hand he often felt he was an anonymous vessel recording as once were recorded on ancient clay tablets or papyrus struck by the Phoenicians and Egyptians
perpetually his eyes altered reality which if was wanted(and seemingly more so every day droves and droves of data without serious plans to separate and catalogue -- eventually -- as if Time operated under a guise of Eventually Eventuality Event Horizon) could be captured and verified
but would scarcely impress him in the slightest for manipulations were concocted and there was no transparency to legitimise it foolproof
long ago he walked away from the ardent perception that Seeing is Believing
first time PERHAPS to YES
recorded DOUBTFUL
his latest little thrill and confusion was the back-and-forth between Killjoy and Kilroy
Consarnit! as Yosemite Sam would say if they didnt fluctuate oozing substrate back-and-forth into each other like a polished shimmering lookingglass evaporating between that which was real and its haughty near-precise reflection
Quit being such a Kilroy he said
Whaat
A Kilroy a Kilroy
First one there
You mean Killjoy
Stamping
the light and life out of an experience
Yup Thats what I meant
Like what you mean when you regard the vitamin company Vitacost
Thats not really fair
Its clever marketing team played with its V and attached leaves to its foremost edge and to me obliterated its V thereby leaving my eyes itacost which is nonsensical and hence why my eyes altered it pushed its i laterally down the nonsense that followed and I deposit it after the o and revealed it – tacoist -- Now my hat would be off to the marketing genius if a genius were at play and they truly intended to render tacoist and entrap men to take vitamins promising them they would become tacoist in the porn tacoist sense of noshing on women and utterly putting a fat cock-shaped exclamation point on the joke: If man wasnt meant to eat pussy then why did GOD make pussy look so much like a taco!
I got nothing . .
. . I was sure you wouldnt Straight-laced unimaginative yahoo that you are
Our worlds peppered with spices and indescribable tastes and senses and only by partaking in them can we share in them not in a reductive explainable mode or realm but by having them and knowing what they mean only to us
I know what a peach tastes like What I want to know is what a peach tastes like to you*
Pear Thats a pear Not a peach
I like peaches better Eat a Peach Allman Brothers**
Which is why you so much enjoy colouring everything with your blatant relish of sexual innuendo. .
. . Yadamn right In-yer-end-it-goes
Jaysus
Knew that was cummin too
1335, Saturday,
25 6. 16
1254, Sunday, 26 6. 16
1254, Sunday, 26 6. 16
* City of Angels: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHckzPJuPKw
** Allman Brothers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNuNz2idDtY
