SPA  a terminal getaway  in Seattle (SEA)  see?

he couldnt resist strolling over and pricing their menu who better to tap irritated human animals fed off fastfood carousels Kitchen?who needs a kitchen when you have a microwave Greens?remember how your mother made you eat your greens  youre an adult now are you still doing what your mother tells you to do

SPA was keen they knew passengers wanted things straight forth no-nonsense soBAM 1 Hour Massage $85 (because they know you know you have ample time before boarding because you came better than two hours earlier to get through the RIGamarole the sifting of Fadderland oops!my bad Homeland  Homeland Security) its a little steep cheaper at home who gets a massage at home but you always pay more for convenience pray its worth the while 90 Minute Massage $105 twenty bucksHolyChrist! pick up that extra halfhour youre a valueshopper 30 Minutes $55 because maybe the Gate lied to me it is a corporation and corporate looks after itself its bottomline BUYER BEWARE! the Gate lied to me to seat someone else a relative a deadheading flight attendant a pal a fuckbuddy Ill fool em Got to get up early in the morning to fool this bright bird Swedish Massage Deep Tissue Sports Ill get the Sports Massage Im an athlete somewhere inside although that might not be readily apparent but Im in there raring to take the field by force if necessary Prenatal Massage  she said My baby is a boy His name is Luther According to our last ultrasound hes hung like a horse and destined to be a porn star I scribbled that on his rasa tableau  he wasnt going to correct her  tabula rasa she was already suffering hemorrhoids varicose veins and was readying to stress about the IUD she was having placed without her husbands knowledge Luther would be baby number four he works she doesnt a stay-put Mom he leveraged their many arguments he was the moneymaker it was his money her name wasnt on the bank accounts and he said real men didnt wear condoms their religion didnt allow contraceptives  he paid tithe to the Churchnot ten percentbut something  she was stealing from the grocery budget

he was curious

he was tempted  

                 he had halfamind to get his hands on a black Sharpie marker and offer SPA customers a real free Menu item a pop of Dopeamine a vigorous skintingling 5 Minute Massage ending with another POP! a pith   

It is a terminal

                 now maybe Corporate wished they had a kitchen

0720,  Thursday,  28  6. 18

1242,  Monday,  2  7. 18

http://theutopianlife.com/2014/10/14/hacking-into-your-happy-chemicals-dopamine-serotonin-endorphins-oxytocin/

Aah

     its always nice to travel to get awayget out of Dodge shake things up look at something different leave the weary world behind for a few days  ignore the News 

driving on the outskirts of Pysht Washington unincorporated he read a metal green informational sign along the road LITTER AND IT WILL HURT

nicehuh
         he dug the sentiments

1315,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  27  6. 18  

seven Republican senators Doc Grumpy Happy Sleepy Dopey Bashful and Sneezy and one Republican Representative sat down across from the Russians(after slighted by Putin he didnt have time to see them)  they had nothing to say regarding Russian interference in our 2016 Election and nothing to say about Crimea(OH crymeariver!)

worthless as tits on a bull(though they might like to assume a bulls majesty and virility)

seven senators and one representative emasculated   not a single peep

1436,  Fourth of July,  2018

https://www.vox.com/2018/7/3/17532536/trump-russia-senate-election-putin

https://www.nbcnews.com/msnbc/embedded-video/mmvo1269868100000

correction  5  7. 18: Whodathunk  the visiting House member wasnt emasculated  she was spayed shes OKay https://www.thedailybeast.com/gop-senators-to-russian-foreign-minister-we-dont-need-to-be-adversaries

early June a smallalbeit voluptuous young woman stood before him her purse open her wallet tapped and hmmhmmd on the difference remaining to be paid

she turned her huge brown eyes up to him

he halfexpected her to ask him to float her the difference

although he took some relief to finally look her in the eyeslook in her eyes their height differenceher leaning forward pondering her financesher lowcut summer dressher burgeoning cleavage Here let me help you with thatits gotta be killing your back Yesplease if youd take onejust one Im sure Id feel less burdened You have no idea    

his ideas didnt run to the burden ample breasts might present a fit young woman

he had ideasshe gave him ideas

to be sure some of those ideas did seek to remedy her discomfort now that she brought them up and evident and damn near out

How much am I short?

Eight dollars

Eight dollars she said it as if she were confused  I thought I had that and more in my purse earlier tonight.

Well it seems youve given it a thorough going overI cant believe how many pockets your purse hasthats . .

. . Amazing . .

. . Youre stealin my fire . .

. . No. Why else would I have bought it?

Its leather Its handsome Itd look good against whatever you wore dressed up dressed down

It would wouldn’t it? Yes. Though an expensive purse. I bet you wouldn’t buy for a wallet for what I paid for this purse. she stopped abruptlyher shoulders lifting

intuiting he said No ones behind you Your confusion over your missing money is timed perfectly to a lull in the action as it were Take your time take your time  gads  a good friend always said Feast your eyes  she was an artist  though he was confident she didnt envision his circumstance before this banquet

absently Where was I prior? rhetorical

she looked him deep in the eyes Did I say as we went back and forth about Happy Twosday T-W-O-S day, the way you fashion Tuesdays, what I was up to when you also asked, Having a good day?

No You asked rather than answered me and I told you I had a fine morning writing went to the gym took a sauna came to work

I’d love to take a sauna.  

Do you get guest passes?

Whoa Were wandering wide of garnering change Youre really distracting me

I’m distracting?

Youre beautiful but thats another matter Back to the matter at hand I think we can agree youve exhausted your purse

I have I have. Hmm.

Are we at an impasse

Hmm.

Hmm.

AH! she stood uprightsmiling quickly I remember! You’ll never guess.

Are you asking me to guess

No. Because you’d never guess. I know where my change the difference is.

the suspense was killing him

then without aplombas a matter of fact she slipped the fingers of her right hand inside the fabric facetiously hiding her left breast and came away with a fold of one dollars bills she counted out three then retired the fold to its fold There’s three dollars. then she slipped the fingers of her left between the fabric and her right breast and claimed a fold of fivesOH tensOH twenties folded inside a five Here’s a five. That makes eight. somehow he was able to restrain himself and not agree with her that she made a firm eight It is eight, correct?

he caught his breathcleared his throat Excuse me  Yes  It is  Eight  It is

I knew it was somewhere at hand.

It was he laughed to himself

I’m so happy I remembered.

Youll have to excuse me but I havent seen a woman at cash in that manner since my grandmother in the sixties  She died when I was a boy When odd cash was needed in a pinch shed have it safe and secure And warm And scented  Like your bills

Oh, you noticed.

I would I have that history

I saw it as a girl in an old black and white film. I remember thinking if I was welldeveloped, like the dame, I love that, dame, if I became as welldeveloped as she I’d hide money away like that too, for safe keeping.

Well  a handfulpardon the pun was kept safe You usually kept that much cash at ahhmm at hand

Search me.

Dont Im tempted   I might

she smiled  real big

                         maybe her breasts were as big to help offset her smile  her eyes

Now, the sauna . . .

     

early June 2018

1339,  Friday,  29  6. 18

0954,  Monday,  2  7. 18

thinking about the Hatch Act

                              humourously he thought about Reality struggling to hatch from its manufactured egg and finally rearing its head its eyes bright it realeyes the depravity this Fake President perpetrates and espouses day in and day out    

“Kathleen Sebelius violated the Hatch Act for endorsing a candidate during a speech at a Human Rights Campaign event. Sebelius said, ‘I clearly made a mistake. I was not intending to use an official capacity to do a political event.’”

she was not prosecuted likely because she had the balls to admitted she was wrong

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2014/07/17/do-you-work-in-government-have-you-violated-the-hatch-act-lets-investigate/?utm_term=.744ad9c3ad7f

yet the Faker unable to contain himself inveighs brays on a taxpayer-supported Twitter account against two female Democratic Senators  Elizabeth Warren and Kamala Harris

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2018-07-02/white-house-twitter-account-attacks-two-democratic-senators

.@SenWarren, why are you supporting criminals moving weapons, drugs, and victims across our nation’s borders? You must not know what ICE really does. Here is a link to help you out: https://www.ice.gov/best 

12:34 PM - Jul 2, 2018

@SenKamalaHarris, why are you supporting the animals of MS-13? You must not know what ICE really does. Here is a link to help you out: https://www.ice.gov/news/releases/ice-removes-salvadoran-ms-13-affiliate-irish-national-manslaughter-conviction …

HEEHAW HEEHAW in perfect pitch his ignorance truly knows no bounds

2021,  Monday,  2  7. 18

1217,  Twosday,  3  7. 18

it is the juxtaposition of linesof recorded thoughts written words  that marveled him 

in a piece he wrote  Hey Thats my job  what job would that be he knew because he wrote the piece but even out of context Hey Thats my job is probable for a variety of uncounted circumstances and situations 

Hey Thats my job

he was reading Roths The Plot Against America a book he had been meaning to readhe bought it but he hadnt handled it since he slipped it into a place on a bookshelf  Roth died  seemed a good time then to read ita commemoration  he was familiar with him although he wasnt a fan  he didnt think reading The Plot would flip him  certainly not like he was flipped by McCarthy and Doctorow and DeLillo

Hey Thats my job

he was of the habit of jotting down notes page numbers from books he read and The Plot was no different he had been intrigued by the Fall of the Ottoman Empirewhich wasnt taught in school  there were great holes in his public school education which he aligned with the failure of curriculum the failure of school boards which seemed more interested in their posture and politics than educating children  he thought he might become a teacher until his first education class in college its first week  Curriculum  Whats that  It is the guidelines by which we educate what the fuck? he was ignorant  however thats an aside the Ottoman Empire would wait until he properly honed in on it  so he was of the habit of noting what he read he noted historical years(for reference)  noted amusing passages  he noted how Roth explained how his family almost moved to Union from Weequahic Newark New Jersey  all of six miles  yet what he took from that passage was Roths mothers “deeply ingrained mistrust of Christians” HEY THATS MY JOB 

Mrs Roth a Jew was raised in Elizabeth New Jersey an industrial port town quarter the size of Newark dominated by the Irish working class their politicians  a tight knit parish 

Jewish and Gentiles prefer knitting different and separate garments

why wouldnt they

he had an abiding deeply ingrained mistrust of Christians whose path to Heaven was littered with the bodies of people who did not believe as they believed 

he laughed out loud when he heard fundamentalist Christians rant of Muslims as heretics  Evil  because he knew somewhere in the world fundamentalist Muslimspossibly at the very same moment were ranting about Christian heretics

lotsa hate espoused by People of God

somehow lost in the mix was that they were opposite sides of the same minted coin

he should correct himself he had a deeply ingrained mistrust of religious people they were as unsavory as business people  but then he supposed religion is a business too

0957,  Sunday,  1  7. 18                                                                                                               

Nneka  Focus  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wD7acQMyti4

what the hell was with the coffeemaker

it irked him from the kitchen opposite the wall at his back   

he got up off his arse

he made his way to the kitchen sloughing off thoughts that screamed Whar ya goin ya FUCK in his ears

thoughts deem themselves importantdemand your attention  Shaddup hold yer tongues In a moment stick a pin in it
if his thoughts couldnt hold their owntheir place they werent worth his time belligerence bought nothing inside his skull they could hold their peacetheir breaththeir place in line and then speak when spoken to no different than with children in good time good time teaches patience impatient adolts could go to hell he refused to recognise them maybe it wasnt their fault its a kids job to want attention however its their parents job to keep them in check and if there werent two he didnt cut the single parent slack if overrun if deficient they should just have named their child Sex  appropriately or not  tipping off other adults

he walked into the kitchen aroused by the fact that he didnt smell coffee brewing

writing consumed himeveryones allowed an addiction hopefully an addiction that wasnt harmful but like reading it didnt come as a deficit to his other senses

writing didnt stuffup his nosedeafen his ears didnt have him turn a blind eye paying attention only to the words that descended out of his headran before his eyes onto his scribbled page descended out of his convulsing neocortex freefalling with Tom Petty through his sloppy hand that only he could decipher sometimes errant  imperfect  but then setting off a new evolution lopping off a confused stunted shoot sucker  he was a keen arborist

he should have smelled coffee by now

he made strong coffee

he cut it a clump of brown sugar sips from a glass jigger of Irish and ate six or seven Medjool dates

it was a twelvecup carafe

the morning began earlier than he expected

his girlfriend stopped over late unexpected after he buttonedup the liquorstore for the night  that ravishing unexpectedness was the hallmark of their relationship 

they hadnt seen each other in a couple of months

their being apart had exceeded what they thought they would be

unexpectedness is sometimes a bitch or a prick

consequently they evinced a fullblooded stamina  splashed their bedroom walls and bed like mad drunken Pollocks 

they had the stamina for requiting unrequited love that sucked the marrow from their bones and supped on the cytoplasm of their cells  like ravenous vampires

then they collapsedlimbs tangled they fashioned a thousandpiece jigsaw puzzle  difficult and intriguing to determine where he and she began and ended

she had to be gone by six to make it to her studio shower dress to make it to work on time and he couldnt rightfully sleepslack while she had to fling what was left of herself at the day

parting at the big yawn of her car door she conceded You fucked me senseless Im shaky  I feel like an empty eggshell

Then we did as we intended baby  

You 

Im exhausted Husk of a man

she smiled coyly Then I did as I intended while I was conscious . . .

. . . Yes you left abruptly

I did Happily satiated Im sorry I didnt say goodnight But you wouldnt have heard me

he smiled

he wouldnt have

coming up from between her moist thighs rearing his head fatigue sapped him with a leatherwrapped leadshot blackjack 

he wobbled

              but before he dropped he set his doublecymbaled windup alarm clock  a relic My God she often muttered You ever going to get rid of that it OhHell no  Its an alarming clock an for all the years weve known each other its the only alarm to rouse youpry you from sleeps arms  I like sleep Id be happy to be cradled until it got tired of me  Hey Thats my job

he entered the kitchen

just over four cups were made

the red light indicating it was On was out

it was plugged into the wall outlet 

Sonofabitch he nearly moaned its dead

he unplugged it  plugged it in again

still no light

Dead

then something he intuited made him pause  made him step backstep away look at it from a different perspective 

look at it keener 

he let his exhaustion simmer  evaporate   clear his eyes    evacuate his senses

AWMAN 

       AWRIGHT YOU KNUCKLEHEADS he growled

Its always nice to have you back but dont play with the appliances  Just tell me your home

the OnOff switch to the coffeemaker was depressed it was turned Off

Funnyfunny ghosts Youre a riot

the coffee began percolating again

Nice to have you home again roommates You seem always to pick poignant moments Cant you see Im struggling here or was that the point

Fucking comedians

High Noon,  Sunday,  3  6. 18

1503,  Saturday,  30  6. 18

Tom Petty  Free Fallin’  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7BKda_T1eVM

he loved to readeveryone ought to read

if he walked about without a book between his handsunder his eyes he felt odd unbalancedhis perceptions skewed  peering at his surroundings rather than taking them in in determined peeks  random bright revelations      

reading informs

                 it reminds us entertains us stomps on orthodoxys toes  denies dogmawhistles  

otherwise life is unexamined an ignorant life

                                               despite apparent ignorance which today seems to enjoy its unwavering salutary fans

he was reading A Confederacy of DUNCES how fuckin appropriate

                                                                           John Kennedy Tooles 1981 posthumous Pulitzer Prize winner Toole gassed himself in his car outside Biloxi Mississippi in Sixtynine things to do while in Mississippi

while walking he read

                        I would like to know what the Founding Fathers would say if they could see these children (he was watching television) being debauched to furthur the cause of Clearasil. However, I always suspected the democracy would come to this . . . A firm rule must be imposed upon our nation before it destroys itself. The United States needs some theology and geometry, some taste and decency. I suspect that we are teetering on the edge of the abyss.

Toole ceased revising DUNCES in Sixtyfive

walking reading he laughed sardonically  ironically  then he spat aloud Joe Fridays Dragnet bit Just the facts Just the facts ma’am and imagined Joe spinning in his grave at the toutingthe whining of Fake News of Fake Law and Order

of real Cruelty and somehow vindicating Debasementfeeling better for themselves at the expense of Others

Toole wasnt necessarily prescient 

the 60s werent quiet

Nixonian weeds were planted they were cultivated and enduring they inevitably one day would unfurl like miserable orchids their scent a stench permeating the atmosphere admirers Lotus-Eaters lotophages breathed deeply and sighed resisters retched and wiped awful tears and sting from their eyes before their senses rallied and they regained their footing  

abject shock takes its toll

who was he when he looked in a mirror  a book clutched in his hand  

did he look like act like talk like the manchild who represents the American presiduncey to the eyes of a bewildered world

no

   but then that man didnt read  or let alone could walk and chew gum at the same time

1519,  Reggae Friday,  29  6. 18

0944,  Saturday, 30  6. 18

935 days remaining or less

quote from page 42

there is some comfort in pain  

Now why that is he couldnt say  he couldnt say he was due it he couldnt say he was fond of it though somehow
it seemed fairseemed  due

                                            somehow

a past life

future life

he had a long intimate relationship with pain

it cloaked himsheathed him like sex  an he dug sex

                                                      sides of the same coin

an given that cold brass tack fact

he wasnt gonna bitch
                       whod bitch

it seemed to him however that his scale was tilted towards pleasure

if he could maintain thatkeep that the weighted endkeep his benefit Fuck it  Bring on the pain  hed shaddup suck it up

he had no patience for noisy sufferers                                                                                                                                    

2311,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  20  6. 18

1138,  Thursday,  21  6. 18

the FAKE PRESIDENT recently berated a protester in Duluth at another one of his rallies (talk about insecurity)

“Is that a man or a woman?”                                                         

it was breathtaking

not only for his childishNO  infantile admonishment(Donald will have to look up the word) but more so that Ive also thought Is that a man or a woman of the him

he doesnt act manly he acts like a spoiled brat

Seventysomething

“Oh we have a single protester, there we go. Goodbye, darling,” Trump said as his supporters in their red “Make America Great Again” hats cheered.

“So we have a single protester, he’s going home to his mom. Say hello to mommy. And tomorrow, the fake news will say tomorrow, massive protests at the Trump rally. One person. Massive protests.”

smacks of presidential staturetimber  Presence huh

if he were on fire I wouldnt walk across the street to piss on him to put him out

11-ish,  Thursday,  21  6. 18

0005,  Friday,  22  6. 18
936 days remaining or less

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2018/06/21/was-that-man-or-woman-trump-mocks-man-bunned-protester-in-minnesota.html