there are cripples(OUCH not so PC huh)                   

                                an then there are cripples who milk their disabilities harass an skew those around them who may struggle against hidden infirmities  quietly  just beneath their skin
trembling

insecure
 

their skin  timidthin eggshells

                   

their worry  the chick within pecking  its eggtooth desperate to emerge an fulfill the life it thinks its meant to have 

hed worked a Montanan chicken farm  raised tended fowl  sold their eggs  seen their monsters hatch  be murdered

or succumb riotously(as is lifes Nature) to their deficiencies

                                               those deficients

didnt turn or equip themselves with their misfortunes against others of their kind

 

perhaps birdbrains didnt work in such a manner  or conceive of such a thrust 

which  evidently  biggerbrains would

would play on the sympathies of others

or accuse them without pity if empathy wasnt immediate near-immediately aroused  granted   mindless

he watched too many times people use their crippledness to an advantage  simply for their advantage

however 

        after having seen eggs illformed  gelatinous  candled twoheaded fowls while looking for yolkers  smelled the stench of eggs rotting from within  he wasnt kneejerk kind to  or tolerated mindless kowtowing

 

he candled as it were the skulls of the deprived the bereft to be sure they warranted his kindness

he looked at their endproduct  particularly when they didnt minimise their disability an seemed to clutch it expectantly vying for their entitlement  no matter how unfortunate

simply put  perhaps insensitively  if they expected his help he wanted to know why their endproduct existed

he wasnt one to be hoodwinked by anyone

yet he was imminently brave enough to apologise if errant  wrong

as brave as he was refusing to be used as a tool

some cripples are responsible for their injuries

he was an unexpected knife to pare them

1215,  Moanday,  7  3. 16

2314,  Twosday,  8  3. 16

he wrote casually about a dripomachine

                                and when she asked him what it was he said he thought it was pretty obvious

 

to whom she said

    

whoever he said its not rocket science its advertising its Draino Jell-O Veg-O-Matic

O-what-a-world-what-a-world-what-a-world pitched by the Wicked Witch of the West

O-Shit who could forget

Sometimes you gotta play with words to enjoy them and their collisions

No

evidently she was done asking and saying

earlier they were out walking and talked about the word  

                                             oeuvre

she said she didnt like it didnt like the way it sounded felt in her mouth when she said it

Ah he said he loved its line of vowels but his liking of it was because he only wrote it

he didnt say it

it was text to him

he liked its textualization

she considered that longer than she considered most things he said

                                                                                                                                                        then finally she said I can see that

Then its attractive

I grant you that

she didnt grant him much

though for that matter he didnt grant her much either

their spirit attraction and glue was keen and overtly apparent when they challenged the others perception or position offering scathing criticism if the other tried to argue without substantiation 

 

nearly in outline form

One.

One. A.

One. B

Two.

Two. A.

Two. A. one.

Two. A. two

theyd better have their ducks in a tight row

loosely-held wings and sloppy tails got stomped or torn clean off

people eavesdropping(consistently) on their conversations would think they were fighting misunderstanding their strenuous volleys their points and counterpoints  no evasion tolerated

 

they should have been tatted

                        Platos  An unexamined life is not worth living

the reason their relationship survived this infernal(theyd admit that) scouring was their trust in truthtelling

they didnt lie to each other 

                      a lie would be eviscerated  imploded  detonated  shattered

 

others thought their relationship at best was precarious

which made them laugh

                    then ask

if they recognised  what that said of their relationships

 

      

0226,  Saturday,  5  3. 16

0152,  Monday,  7  3. 16

Pharoah Sanders  Ole  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEfOkuigXsk

An . . .    what is this

A happy thing

A happy thing

Yah

Whats a happy thing

Yaknow  Yaknow wha a happy thing is

Perhaps I do  though probably not      not in the context youre implying

Context

Happy

 

Aryafuckin kiddin mea happy thing

Yer sayin  yacant tell me wha it might be

                                    might be without  this pitiful labour

Youre quite short

Eym short to ignorance  Cant help meself particularly when its unexpectdOut of a quarter ey didnt see comin

Comon  A happy thing

Youre intimidated me I cant think

Ya really have to think whamakes ya happy

Eyd take ya by the balls but ya aint got any  Wha makes me happy Those innocuous things Easily overlookd

Yave seen my small buffalo carved from bone ey carry in my watchpocket Da slender seaworked stone shaped like an hart da fiftyfour wheatback penny

Ey fingerem
Holdem

Eym happy

Now yer turn

Ah   I understand

Yah  We all got em
An when we croak an our people go through em as dey will dey wonder Whas dis

 

Ones treasure anothers junk

Cherish yer happy things cuz likely when yer gone deyll go away too If dey aint got monetary value

Our emotion aint wort shit when wees dead

Thats a terrible thought

Nah  Atsa true thought

1351,  Sunday,  6  3. 16

1428,  Sunday,  6  3. 16

written to Mt Fuji Doomjazz Corp Succubus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvAtGjZc_sc