a black spirit sullenly hawked the hallway from the bedroom threshold to the livingrooms entrance

                                                                                                                                                                  he paced    lurked  back and forth as if in a dog run  a simpler grey spirit wended her way in the livingroom its attached sunroom which they made into a studio an diningroom where his girlfriends easel her watercolours an oils in states of various execution an completion relaxed an laidout

she an the she-spirit dug its warmth colour light an forgiveness

there was still another

                                     a timid third inkling

who revealed herself to his girlfriend but remained  likely preferred   not to be introduced or make acquaintance with him

she had her reasons

he could respect that

they called their spirits roommates

even their cat knew them watched them deftly flit between the bright rays of daylight   his head on bead following

his eyes riveted as they feigned back  an   forth  an dished volleyed silent clishmaclaver between themselves

he was enraptured

if an animal wasnt concerned

why would they be

so they took their cues from indie

but on some nights they forced him up  an out   

take leave of his bed

go down the bleedin hall through the bokeh of dark spirit to the threshold of the livingroom

raise his voice tellin em  Keep it down

                                                               Some people are tryin to sleep here   Ya got it

most of the time they relented honoured his request

he she an indie kept them in their world

spoke to them when they were palpable(or when she usurped his attention advising him they were present   --   he was thick)

they took pains to acknowledge them

even in their absence

wondered out loud where they may have ventured

an always encouraging them   they appreciated sharing the house

                                                                                                                                             Where yous go

eventually theyd return

                                        usually the dark one first    

then the grey    the third who was younger  always last

she was sly            secretive

     

                                                         more than three years later   he an she were still strangers

   

   

1459,  Friday,  18  12. 15

0049,  Saturday,  19  12. 15

Tricky/Bury the Evidence  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zBLwHQorIU

Tricky/You Dont Wanna  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1ntCOytJJw

they were walking as they always walked an inexpensive luxury they could afford(traffic recognised them and honked waved) they were surprised more people didnt It was good for a relationship however it occurred to them It takes time
(secretly  costs time) and deemed so their walks acquired a new skein of decadence  utterly voluptuous

while they walked they talked they looked around themselves  they pointed out small things to one another  --  she said he was unrivaled  --  and amid this afternoon this confluence of unbridled streams-of-consciousness she paused awkwardly  he thought nothing more of it than her taking a breath they had gone uphill at a clip  when she continued she said to him Im not sure Ive mentioned this to you before What Oh this game Im playing by myself Youre playing with yourself Its always sexual with you isnt it Yup I am sexual(laughs) Anyways my brother mentioned it to me he and his boyfriend are playing it and why I didnt think to mentioned it to you earlier has surprised me so I am now Its a game played with bits and pieces of peoples conversations you overhear Youre eavesdropping No no Its more like when we play cutups except Im playing with their conversation rather than random lines from a book I start when I hear  yesokay  overhear  something that interests me Then stop Then I listen again I dont hear or listen I suppose in between Do you write down what youve overheard You know me better I never have a pen and paper Thats unfortunate however I imagine that since youre good with lyrics you retain at least for a while some parcels of the music in their voices their words which interest you I do Im mentioning it because I overheard a man say maybe two three days ago   Remember there is someone for everyone And later the women he said it to said Our time is limited We forget that

Someone for everyone

We forget our time is limited

And what if while we waited or searched for our someone our limited time expired

Does that still mean we had someone Were they the binary coded 0 to our 1 and now that 1 is gone that means 0 will have to remain a zero(which might possibly explain the widows and widowers who grew elderly and didnt seek relationships after their spouses died   --   or were just too damn lazy)

Thats interesting babe Do you want to play No You dont want to play No I dont think I want to eavesdrop any more than I want someone to eavesdrop on our conversations Oh wed blow their minds You wanna be responsible for people with gaping head wounds I have a CPR and an AED for Professional Rescuers accreditation Jesus I do You do Youre saying Jesus like you dont No Im saying Jesus because this is much like a fireman starting a fire to put the fire out because hes a fireman

That would be a fire person

And that would be semantics

0131,  Day-between-Two-Ts hallie,   16  12. 15

millennial chowder

Tiff Felton wants to skype with you injected itselfherself  a hardedged slip that appeared at the right of his computer screen as he listened to Spirits Twelve Dreams of Dr Sardonicus on the heels of Lennons Cold Turkey

his stark heroin musing

Fuck you Tiff Felton

                                                                                                                                TiffFeltongefiltefish

what makes something  someone(he was trying real hard to come down on the side of inert technology insensate interruptions honed machined rudeness  than a living breathing human being) think hed be interestd

was curious

to skype

it was early morning  cold inside  the space heater hadnt brought the room up yet 

he wore a wool over a cotton sweater threw a scarf around his throat an had just set aside the handkerchiefbandanna he blew his cold nose into his hands going to his banged up an bruised enamelware coffee cup which was also doing its levelbest radiating warmth which stopped him from furthur irritating himself by rubbing his hands together an having to listen to his whorls or loops or arches or tentarches rub together(fuck if he knew)

Tiff irritated him

if it were late evening an he were picking away absently at the keys ducking in and out of websites hed almost expect Tiff(It/her)

then he might fritter away his time on disambiguation(to make unambiguous) pages to discover a guess at Tiff whadafuck  nearer dreamtime lalaland in pursuit of a springboard

THATD! make sense

but early morning

fuckin numskull

yeha

but maybe this is what millennials fell for unconcerned for their anonymity wanting to stretch Warhols 15minutes out in virtual histrionics emojis an other(to his critical mind) dribble  as if their dribbles pixellation enlarged would withstand interrogation torture an not going off spinning into smashed orbits completely unrelated to one another because there was no bond no firm cohesiveness at its beginning  Pop  not built to endure  Pop  always going flat when unattended

Attention spans were minimal

made him think that millennials neuron gaps once traversed gaped out behind them too far for the next impulse to leap

(did he say impulse  was there anything impulsive in their flatscreen mannerisms)(he did say his critical mind)

his accusation regarding them was they werent more critical  suspicious   more skeptical    an based his accusation on their bland expressions when he questioned them to their faces what he thought were simple aspects which should invite or rile suspicion  which they dashed off as reliable because they were informed it was  informed by their authority which caught in his gullet as he reminded them that was the utter basis his impetus of challenging it  authority holding its authority because it was unchallenged 

 

it would never give its power away

an that seemed okay to them

the status quo seemed okay

to them

a status quo his generation(an what were those fucks thinking) foisted onto the millenialsalthough he might suppose that the binary 0s and 1s code they were fed were brightly polished Blacks and Whites affording no grayshadeTiff Felton wants to skype with you . . .

Fuck you TiffFelton            

1032,  Moanday,  14  12. 15

1517,  Twosday,  15  12. 15

yeha equivalent to the Aussie yahoo

Spirit:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPzvHV1yTbk