if you had to say what it was that you liked about where you lived what would you say

(the sentence looks like the bullethole pocked brick wall left by the St Valentines Day Massacre powpowpowpow)

he meant it to be answered in a stream-of-consciousnesswithout reflection or considerationon the spur of the moment

(his friend Bruce laughed uproariously whenever he heard him say spur of the moment – he had a lot of spur of the moments when he was a teenager – Bruce called them sperm of the moment because he was always overthrowing his friends and their plans to be with a girl on the possibility of having sex – his batting average -- had he been a professional baseball player – might have been second to none)

WHY do you live there

I can afford it – miserable 

Got a nice kitchenbathroomlayoutstoragewall spacecloset spacelotlocationporchbalcony

Christ

as for himself because it isnt fair to ask a question without being willing to answer it  and if he was anything he was fair a straight shooter(No Bruce!)

his home  he adored the vista from his back porch  which was usually also attended by hawks who soared and played and outran coveys of raucous smaller birds

he emerged from the house into the sunlight sipping a Kombucha to help recover from the gym  the Kombucha also washed down doses of blackseed oil codliver oil and two raw JUMBO organic eggs(an acquired taste)

he often caught himself wondering how he didnt live there before  and was grateful  grateful  he survived a firelost his last home to be able to live there  the proverbial the axiomatic Victorian silver lining to every dark cloud  into each life a little rain must fall Wadsworth Holmess bit which always irrevocably made him think of John the Waddd Holmesbigger than a payphone smaller than a cadillac

Too much information

Thank you  Rather that than you mangling it shortcutting it to TMIfuckin acronyms make me wanna vomit

TMI reflectively too many incubuses  Give her a goose wake her up let her partake

Cat got your tongue

Cat always appears to get my tongue whenever conversing with youIts a   a  I dont know what it is

A gift

Its something   if I had to say

      

1447,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  31  5. 17

1319,  Twosday,  20  6. 17

Cul de Sac  Graveyard for Robots  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIZUZ2aq9t8

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

                                                                               ­­­                                                                         --- Ray Bradbury

it gave him the creeps 

                   in fuckinI mean fuckin broad daylight  a humpedback potbellied man swaddled in a tight darkblue knit(anything would have been tight!) over soiled khaki shorts the shorts forced unenviably down their thighs beneath his knees forced by his voluminous gut

and if he alone  struggling  trudging across the open black-topped aisles in either direction paralleling the unsophisticated storefronts wasnt disconcerting enough  scarcely behind his lewd troubled shadow followed another man a small man clad in bluejean overalls weaving side to side sucking a can of soda through a straw wearing a pit-stained white tshirt dribbles at its front and topped off with a filthy white baseball cap worn bill lopsided

and to frame this hideous procession  appropriately hewing it  a pigs-to-slop backdrop the phony orangebricked veneer of a Walmart spanning it

it was slobbery enoughcheap white paper napkin enough to have someone wanna McDonalds fix a Burger King a Dennys a Pizza Hut a Chick-Fil-A fix etcetera etcetera etcetera 

please  couldnt a white person just please cast a surly white shadow  a walking faded wannabe halo

the two one after the other disappeared into the Grub Shak  Daves Grub Shakhe had no idea what it served  though in a quick pass through the plateglass windows just to be sure he hadnt hallucinated hadnt misconstrued the unsavory pair through the heat radiating off the blacktop he saw Danimal with Hillbilly Sauce Frog Legs and Fries under Seafood Fried okra Hillbilly Bleu Balls 

there was plenty more  but that was plenty enough

he should have kept his eyes in his bookhe shouldve resisted the Disturbance in the Force that drove up his chest into his jaw  he had neck strength enough to roll with the punch loll his head aside slip its physics diminish its intent but curiosity got the best of himcuriosity got him only about five ten percent of the timegot him if it smelled like something burning and maybejust mebbe he could make a difference  he wasnt convinced he could   he was tantalised

there were worse things than being tantalised

he couldnt feel a fool if he was tantalised

1447,  Thursday,  15  6. 17

1912,  Monday,  19  6. 17

1309 days or fewer when the walls come tumbling down  Drumpfty Dumpty sat on a Wall . . . had a great Fall             

Bill Callahan  America!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItGY5GB1YAQ

Bill Callahan -- Smog  Cold Discovery  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7qqY7gmq-4 or 13:50-ish of Radio Sessions  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JLKYnQHfDU