27.2.17



Ill be MIA -- Most Intensely Away – or make up your own meaning for the acronymI hate em  we have acrimonious acronyms up to our eyeballs because people think theyre so fucking clever
                                                              Say what you mean explicitly
Better – Do Your Fuckin Job!

as I said MIA – Mingling Ignorantly About – I thought itd be a kick to go somewhere where I didnt have to worry about bumping into the yakidock-in-chef(thats how hed tweet chief)  I didnt have to think long at all  Where was the one place in the world I could count on Drumpf not showingYUP  Chicago.  Itd be icicles in Hell before hed show 

according to his inane braying and accusations of the city and its peopleoops! Black people.


Ill return refreshed with all sorts of stories and imaginings to share  in the meantime I trust if youve Stumbled Inn youll find something Ive written worth your while 

Thank you

Smiles



2333,  Saturday,  25  2. 17
1039,  Sunday,  26  2. 17

1423 days or < remain

Frank Sinatra  My Kind of Town  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpEGxHLJpK4

26.2.17



appleseed was on the move



                     not that hed be immediately awaresometimes waondering inside his head took him out of the Real World(in Real Time – fealty to Pere Ubu) and itd take a slap across the face to rouse him  literally   A Slap
shit happening inside was a fluttering neoncoloured distraction  he had to buckle up and in if someone really wanted his time and attention

he flipped the bathroom light on yanked back the shower curtain bent over and started the water

standing upright he turnedhe didnt think hed ever been in a bathroom that didnt have a mirror above the sink basin immediately across from the shower or bathtub  that immediate breathtaking moment its often naked disappointment or lackadaisical acquiescence stared back at you  he worked hard at his body and had for years so his reflection was more often a blur  most of the time he didnt see himself in a mirror(he was a vampire – NO) unless he was shaving  he owned his grandfathers straightrazor and strop and still didnt trust himself not to cut his throat
                                                                         then   he was aware and presenthad skin in the game

turning around he took a casual look in appleseeds corner by ceilinghis heart went off in his ears like a fuckin tympani
Gawddamn!
he spun around on his heels to the shower dropped to his knees threw a hand over the drainAwright  human safety net deployed  then he spied the shower walls for herhed twice denied her suicide by shower  he slowly manipulated the curtain cleat by cleat fold by fold seeing if she clung inside one of them


No

Good
he was talking to himself(one of those rare times)

the shower water was hotter than he liked or was accustomedfelt like his hand was scalded

Not in the shower

Where the helld she go

he sat on the edge of the tub and slowly scanned the bathroom walls



     Ah 
        to his immediate right was a tall narrow cubby fashioned behind the singular bath and shower unit  it was cut by shelves and they placed their bath and hand towels in it toilet paper and toiletries  clever use of space

at its blunt crown moulding she was agilely turning a new web upsidedown a freaking Cirque du Soleil performer
crazy-fast upsidedown doling strands weaving tying knotsNEON! given her shapely hourglass body  shed be one helluva dominatrix


2000,  Saturday,  25  2. 17
1424 days or <
Payback  “Let her work.”  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0r4uUQBLokk

25.2.17



Ill be happy at happy hour                            

Ill buy two drinks for the price of one an drink em pretendin theyre one


I bought em until they filled my table
the barmaid brought em on trays
                           I sipped one then another  an another  an I tapped em with my steel pen a Sheaffer
I arranged em for the sounds they made

a girlshe smelled like a girl sat at a table across from me

she had a steel pen

I asked Since you aint using your pen mind if I borrow it

she nodded

she was happy without it


then with hers and mine I played songs on my glasses

I sipped melted ice off em to keep em tuned

I played em for awhile

I played em until they were empty  flat  sounding all the same
                                                but now in my room I cant remember a title or the words
I sang to a single songI cant remember how they went
they went right out of my head on a sheen of liquor oil


I dont feel particularly wrongedwhich isnt to say Im not bothered

still  overall  Im excited 

Ill be happy again tomorrow


Im happy at happy hour




0200,  10  8. 1995
restructured 0745,  Saturday,  25  2. 17

Buffy Sainte Marie  Starwalker  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oo6bf88iHHU