a mocha is not a latte  and how miserable was that that he didnt know the difference between the two until he mistakenly ordered the mocha and opening it it looked nothing of his memory of a latteWhat the hell was with the whipped creamDid Starbucks throw whipped cream on everything it made nowadayshe knewhe recognised he was out of the loop on a lot of things social media twitter bots idiots idiobots yahoos  but whipped cream on everything?(it had a nice sound – if for nothing more than whipped cream on everything he would like this piece he wriote)

he returned the grande mocha with a shot of nutmeg cocoanutNO hashishNO  NO hazelnut(he had a hard time remembering hazelnut  it wasnt a nigger toe a Brasil nut  if he could fashion the nut in his minds eye when ordering hed remember that it was hazelnut but instead he saw the tremulous liquor inside a bottle labeled Toraniand how many flavoured liquors did Torani make  at least he understood his confusion  he rarely had coffee concoctions preferring his coffee black and strong a spoon standing upright in itCome on in the waters fine Liar  his father was taller than he so the cold cold Lake Michigan water wasnt lapping his nuts creating a falsettoOhhellno a castrato shrinking his genitalia)(his parenthesised pieces were growing longer: disease dis-ease distress dis-tress bad hair day bungling)  he should have taken the clerks bait when she asked him when he ordered Youd like that cold NO he was sure he said it with a sneer though he didnt mean it  Christ its coffee  coffees served hot(despite the obviousness of market to make everything into something other than itselfto maximise its selfish growthEverything ought to be only exactly what it is Authentic rather than endlessly bastardised  if he wanted a bastard hed make one and run out on its ignorant mother telling herBetty You Can Call Me Al(short for alias or alien  he had no idea where he came from  Cosmic Semen  sailing the Seven Seas of seven galaxies(whipped whipped cream on Everything) ;) (fucking emoticons)  he should have picked up on her hint that what he was ordering wasnt what he wanted  he should have made damn-sure he knew what he wanted before he ordered  because now the whipped cream on everything was on his lip and he was to blame  when its your fault How Dare You try to slip the blame and put it on someone else(but isnt that why clerks were made  to always be wrong because the customer is always rightFuck that  over the years he told innumerable customers they were wrong The customer is always right is another market monsterFrankenstein  some fucking corporate geniusprobably the same muthafucker who came up with the mantraOom Y o u  c a n  d o  m o r e  w i t h  l e s s you do less with less  gut a squirrel or a rabbit or cattle with a butter knife and get back to me woudja  Ja get back to me with a straight razorIm sure)

he didnt like it 

          but he drank his grande mocha with a shot of hazelnut and a spastics handjob squiggle of whipped cream atop it

1101,  Twosday,  28  3. 17

ohyeah 1392 days remaining though quickly assuming fewer(Russian bye)

Paul Simon  You Can Call Me Al  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq-gYOrU8bA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYbffEsYkig *

he was an əˈvanjələst(pronounced evangelist) of a kind  not an awful godspeaker or converter won over by godma(godmanics) who want tohave to mainline their type of faithdrug*

his kind of əˈvanjələst was one who uttered Common Sensewho warned Beware the harbingers of doom and dearth

they didnt looked prophecticdidnt look like their Awesome words  spitpolished and shined coiffured  real dandys

and if theyre only preaching Gods Word

                             how was it so many of them(and theyre many) how did they afford their upscale clothing  jewelry  the expensive cars

Ohyes  Yes(he was so stupid) 

                     those who follow them want them to have the dressings  they cant have them be unattractive or looking paltry 

after all theyre selling the incendiary wealth of Heaven  Immortal Life after Death

theyre obliged by this-worldlys first rule of salesmanship  looking the part  looking successful

even though Christ was dressed shabbily  

He wore rude garments 

granted He took meals with the boys(and Mary Magdalene)  famously their Last Meal  though he didnt remember

da Vinci capturing the thin pale check to be paid(No  he looked again to be sure  No check)

then he was confident too that after dining evangelists werent picking up checks either 

converting is a heavy lift

taking peoples language and their writings is a heavy lift

they have to be so tired by the end of the day

it has to be hard lifting a spoon to feed themselveslet alone making a meal

the very nice thing about Common Sense  you share it  and then you let people decide for themselves 

there are no promises at the End to be fullfilled     

0744,  Twosday,  28  3. 17

1393 days remaining though quickly assuming fewer(Russian by)

* Evangelist  Im in Love Tonight

Evangelist  God Song  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gCmXCoFvCM “Let the prime numbers rise”

Cul de Sac  This is the Metal that do not Burn  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy9POTjGGxI

it was strange  but he lived for strangefor the unexpectedfor the obscure that didnt cost an arm or a leg(others fascinated the wealthy who opened their purses and let money to their perchance because they were tagged expensive
so expensive that only they could afford  and they pissed away money which others didnt have or couldnt afford to waste  hot hands yanking cocks in the back of leatherseated limousines or slipperyfast quibbling fingers at clits)  

he supposed rare gratifications might be called luxury

a man walking a bicycle crossed in front of him on the road as they swapped sides of the street

they crossed left shoulders sixty seventy metres from one another  and walking up alongside their respective curbs in opposite directions the bike-walker called to him  Were you in the service

NO

he may have said it too abruptlyhe took offence being misconstrued a pawn

perhaps it only sounded so in his ears  a dogs bark  whistle

                                              but he was reading

and holding a book in front of ones face shouldnt be difficult to miss

they continued walking unspoken in opposite directions

THEN

            a good ten minutes later walking on the towns main thoroughfareMain Street for all intent and purposeswalking in the bike lane he glanced up ahead to see a sunburnt man sitting on a bench at a bus stop

when he walked up so that he was alongside the sunburnt man he heard him say to him Good morning sir  and looking up out of his book to his right to acknowledge the Good morning he saw that the man was sitting erectprior he was sloughing  he held his hand crisply in a salute his fingers at the edge of the visor of his ballcap 

there was an anticipation in his eyes  as if he expected a snappy salute in return

he said Good morning 

                  he wasnt into the fraud of saluting when he hadnt and wouldnt have submitted to military service submitted to being a GI  government-issued  property of the State

Fuck you

1438,  Monday,  27  3. 17

1394 days or less remaining

“ ‘Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt,’ ” or so says Lucio in William Shakespeare’s Measure For Measure. (the fear of failure atychiphobia can weigh heavy on a person’s shoulders)  found here: http://drownedinsound.com/in_depth/4150896-far-from-a-minor-life--dis-meets-sir-was