Fourth Quarter his brother-in-law told him he wasnt allowed to reply interesting to any furthur posits  he assigned himself as a one man tagteam determined to flense it as a response from the language(at least among his circle)
I decry interesting  

he said to Fourth Quarter Because interesting is ambivalent

and almost as if his brother-in-law wasnt listening Because interesting is ambi . . Did you say ambivalent

I did

Why would you say ambivalent

  

Interesting is noncommittal it neither agrees nor disagrees milquetoast frankly not worth your breath uttering

Did you know I was going there

I did not

A little spooky you said exactlynear exact what I was going to say

You think spooky  Careful  Take care choosing your words  Spooky implies nay incites the supernatural  I aint supernatural

Youre creepy  Sometimes youre creepy

Creepy

You just took the words out of my mouthyou dont think thats creepy

No  I happened to take cue where you were going and Ive long believed interesting was a poor commenthas always been ambivalent  it has made me lean out of conversations with people who threw out Hmm  Interesting   They werent interested despite their chinrubbing adjusting their stances  their woeful ahhs and hmms

Yet its used incessantly

It is  it seems the power of euphemismof years and years of misinformation and haughty barefaced lies have caught up with us and were too fatigued to throw up the smallest challenge  Im speaking of anyone who prefers discernment and its vitality  Its been more years than I can count that Ive allowed anyone the haven of interestingto bray it unchallenged  Though you cant blame people  They want to be able to move back and forth perform between particular audiences or groups  No one wants to find themselves in the midst of people who dont believe as they dowhich I particularly relish  Everyone  they want to be likeddont they

And you dont

I dont care  If we stand opposed you better be able to make your argument  If you have no reasonable qualifiers
Suck my cock

I remember you like saying Suck my cock

I like having my cock sucked than just saying it  So wheres your aversion to interesting coming from

I suppose I just started to paying attention  realising people where sidestepping me  I got nothing out of the conversationIt wasnt one  I realised I was wasting my time and I dont want to waste time  Then people were slipping commitments

Commitments

  

Yes  They made excuses

Some excuses are reasons

Yah yahyah and reasons are excuses  Theyre adultsthey ought to be able to say what they meanhow they feel they ought to be abledammit to defend their position  You got a euphemism for itfor a person willing to stand upI dont  SuddenlyI mean suddenly  it seemed insidious  Im surrounded by people friends who refuse to admit how they feel about anything

Friends   It sounds like you mean acquaintances

Ive known these people for yearsIve had them to my house for dinners for get-together for holidays  for events for the schools

Kriss friends

Excuse me

I asked Kriss friends

No  Theyre our friends

And these were friends you brought into your relationship with Kris

No   No  They were . .
. . Kriss friends

They were Kriss friends

Sorry babe . . . Kris knew math deeply but that was the end of her depth  She lacked commonsense which is closer to your core  An undefeated uneducated unprogrammed child knew commonsense better than she  Kris was all about appearances  She was the eldest the daughter of a top-notch salesmanappearances are everything a marketing director of the entire Western United States  to the Mississippi  She was mindfucked all the years of her childhood teens  Skinner  You know Skinner  Behaviouralism  In his heyday he strongarmed business sensibilities  The fuck ran experiments on his own children  And Kriss father was a bright gleaming reflection of that mentality  

So are you ready for it

Ready

To be spooky

Ah   Spooky     Yes I believe I am

Good Then in unison

Yes

together at the top of their lungs they cried SUCK MY COCK

1656,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  4 10. 17
1318,  Friday,  6  10. 17

Chuck Berry  My Ding A-Ling  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr-YF_dTTZM

there was a faint tinge of irredeemable hanging in the air above the patio twenty feet down  like sour fruit   spoiling  

he was lighter than he thought or he was amped more than he realised

he yanked the magicphone out of his hand

the punk was recording him

                     safe in his No Fear tshirt

the trouble with slogans

you begin to believe them

all you have to do is believe

as if by abracadabra and wondrous notions youre empoweredyou possess their ludicrous persuasion  incantation

No Fear didnt mean he could fly

it didnt mean he could right him from plummeting upsidedown

he hurled the magicphone against the retaining wall

it smashed throwing off bits of itself like glitter or fairydust

then some fear distilled into his eyes

like a smattering of light glinting off a dark sea

See

   sometimes things end badly

maybe his Superman cape would unfurl in the nick of time

Nope  No cape
then the thud and smash a broken melon 

Ah   the sour fruit fruit gone bad

a white shard erupted just beneath the base of his skull

his backbone

he was pretty sure the kid didnt feel a thing

there was nothing to do about the horror before impact

he told him

he warned No Fear

Dont mess with my anonymity

anonymity digs being anonymous

not very hard to understand

stooping he picked up pieces of the magicphonestuffed them in his pockets

he wondered briefly if the kids parents had activated its GPS Naw   maybe some of the very fine grains that shimmered on the concrete was it

he stripped his tshirt off swept the tiny bits into a storm drain in the gutter  

the kidd be missing dinner

the boxed microwavable platter stored in the fridge

all he had to do was nuke it

such was dinner  absent parents   passable nutrition

he turned his tshirt insideout and put it on

he grabbed the kids backpack where it fell slung it over his shoulder and walked home

he burned it in his firepit

irredeemable

1518,  Monday,  9  10. 17