A redheaded woodpecker was rocking it

pounding away

rapping

it found a sweet spot on a live oak

and its sharp attack echoed and reverberated throughout the limb and out its rotted end as the woodpecker clung to it tenaciously

                    upsidedown

he wished he could knock back

from the inside at the exact place where it knocked

RAP   RAP   RAP

 rap    rap    rap

he wondered if it would shake its head confused

dig a toenail into its earhole clearing it to be sure it was hearing correctly

RAP  RAP       RAP

 rap   rap        rap

                                      dafuck      RAPRAP

                                                        raprap

                                                            he wondered if there was a comparaptive Morse Code for redheaded woodpeckers

briefly elongated pauses imposed as dashes

 

perhaps not

the O in Morse was  --  --  --

he could H  rap  rap  rap  E  rap  L  rap  brieflyelongatedpause  rap  rap  L  rap  brieflyelongatedpause  rap  rap

but how could he fashion and manifest an O  its two breaks between the three dashes

if he briefly sought elongated pauses to impose them

a bigger mind than his  he determined

perhaps he and the redheaded woodpecker were nothing more than curious birdbrains

then why would he want to torment the woodpecker by returning its RAPs

or maybe in all honesty it was because he was the birdbrain in their obvious equation

if he could break its code  if he had a proper tuning with a Turing Enigma machine and would gratefully eat acorns and beech nuts or old food hidden away in crevices in the trees and adeptly take flying insects midair

he would know what woodpeckers thought

Hell . . . he already knew plenty of what peckerwoods thought

itd be innarestin to get to the other side of things

                                                                                wouldnt it 

he certainly thought so

afternoon,  Sunday,  30  8. 15

fleshed out 1526,  Sunday,  30  8. 15

* http://whiteprisongangs.blogspot.com/2009/05/peckerwood.html

Ohboy

    it all began with the brief suggestion two words actually that appeared in Edgars Loon Lake   honeygravid weight

what the hell was honeygravid

he tried first to look up honeygravid swinging big and missed and was nearly spun around and fell facefirst across homeplate

at least it was before the home crowd

he ditched the honey and found gravid in the dictionary  singularly  pregnant   honeypregnant?

and then because when you have tools available to you you use them  he dropped honeygravid weight into the smelter of google and ended up with only three choices(in 0.25 seconds)  the first a [PDF] at Hentai Foundry

he knew what a foundry was

but what the hell was that?(he was beginning to feel especially ignorant) Hentai?

when he accessed Hentai Foundry he found himself tippling at the entrance of an tripleX site bearing a sumptuous preternatural manga image of an underaged overdeveloped girl who immediately reminded him of Archies Veronica

if Veronica had Bettys blonde hair and tomboyish commonsense and sensuality 

  

Veronica always seemed to him to have something stuck up her ass an entitled air despite his overwhelming preference for auburn brunette or ravenhaired girls

he remembered the commercials when he was a kid  

                                                                                     Blondes have more fun

even then he figured that line couldnt possibly catch on  who would buy into that  a decidedly thin and abject beauty offering which bore the insidious stamp and branding of marketeers

                                                               

the concept never inspired him 

 

Blondes were as interesting to him as the skin formed on top of boiled milk  leprous  and scalding

for the sake of full disclosure he didnt enter the site

                                                                                       when an entrance leaves little or nothing to the imagination
        

theres no reason to go in

0112,  Sunday,  30  8. 15 

September 11, 2001

Stupid is as stupid does

--  N'est stupide que la stupidité  --

                                                                                              I just never imagined we in America were quite that stupid . . .