25.8.18



the springboard a devise
                          she was a bit of a spastic going off of one she could never quite manage to place the damn rollerbar to her utmost benefit but when contemplating her experiences she understood that anything a human being did was flawed  whatever we get our hands on its results are imperfect
                                                                           therefore she was content she was happy that her efforts were good


she had read Olivia Laings The Lonely City  her distillation of Virginia Woolfs diary  Woolfs idea that loneliness might take one towards an otherwise unreachable experience of reality

she was unsure how she felt about Woolfs tenet

Woolf was lonely

was troubled contending with it

which made her think made her wondered if Woolf had a springboard if it had a rollerbar or was static 

if true  she assumed it was static


she plied a quote by Anais Nin as an anodyne to Woolfs lonely journey her poor destination at the end of her otherwise unreachable experience of reality 

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar 

she always seemed to have sought to befriend the unfamiliar it might be befriended if one was curious  she possessed an abundant curiosity
                         and while she pursued her curiosity singularly  alone   her aloneness was not loneliness

if she was backed into a corner it was to force her adversaries to attack her head on  she never turned around and put her face into it

she hadnt devised a loneliness for herself or despair
                                                         though perhaps she hadnt stepped into any traps or suffered the pitfalls loneliness concocts because she was too playful  her pleasures too simple  also that she mindful her circumstances her health were difference from others  and if she in fact went tit for tat with their troubles she might also be induced

but she wasnt

and wouldnt


and for that she was grateful


1647,  Thursday,  12  7. 18
0936,  Twosday,  21  8. 18

corrupting



Highly conflicted Bob Mueller and his gang of 17 Angry Dems are having a field day as real corruption goes untouched. No Collusion! written by someone who understands corruption

Individual – 1 may be having trouble sleeping his candid tweets have a dreamy unhinged quality

17 Angry Dems

                 perhaps he forgets he assailed Robert Mueller and his gang of 13 Angry Dems 

who to the best of my knowledge has never named the 13 

recently 13 became 17  the additional four Angry Dems also unnamed
Bob Mueller was conflicted
                            now hes highly conflicted


given it is well-reported Mr Mueller years ago quit a membership to a Trump golf club and that he also interviewed to replace Mr Comey to head the FBI I can assess that stressed-to-the-MAX Individual – 1 might believe religiously those are the grounds why Robert Mueller is conflicted/highly conflictedNO COLLUSION! he writes NO COLLUSION! Donald colluding personal letters whereas we might write Love, Donald

1112,  Saturday,  25  8. 18
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/trump-renews-attacks-on-sessions/ar-BBMpWJK?li=BBnb7Kz&ocid=mailsignout

24.8.18





ahhh  thats poisonit made him ill  unnerved him shook him
                                                                 but he wasnt gonna stop  hed dialed these numbers for yearscommitted them to memory whawas he supposed to do  burn em out frontal lobotomy he couldnt dispatch them his fingers naturally ran their course fingerpounded the numbers absently without thought   reflexes


one  by  one  they didnt answer the telephone anymore 

first one

then the other 

then the others

and those others one at a time too
The number you have dialed it not a working number. Check the number and dial again.

the telephone company bing bing bing the message it didnt dissuade him the message was an affirmation an oral gravestone he called to remind himself because all these many years later they had become fixtures in his life                                   
then they were unfixed  


no ones dead until no one talks about them or calls their disconnected number  and when the number is reupped and someone else answers he asked for them
You got the wrong number, buddy.

No Actually You got the wrong number And as long as you have it youll have to tolerate me  It was theirs longer than itll be yours

few endured
            and then as it would be the case they didnt answer either their messages he knew rote  then those quit
The number you have dialed it not a working number. Check the number and dial again.



he supposed that would happen as long as telephones were around and ghosts called them


1358,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  22  8. 18


Individual – 1 tweeted “Department of Justice will not be improperly influenced by political considerations.” Jeff, this is GREAT, what everyone (his feckless 30%-plus sheep) wants, so look into all of the corruption on the “other side” including deleted Emails, Comey lies and leaks, Mueller conflicts, McCabe, Strzok, Page, Ohr . . .

. . . FISA abuse, Christopher Steele & his phony corrupt Dossier,the Clinton Foundation, illegal surveillance of Trump (not his, “my”) Campaign, Russian collusion by Dems – and so much more. Open up the papers (comon, he doesnt read newspapers) & documents without redaction? Come on, Jeff, you can do it, the country is waiting!

                                                                                                         written by the Audience of one   or Audience – 1

I posted these 2 tweets because Individual – 1 refers to “Jeff” . . . only because hes unsure if the Attorney Generals last name is Session or Sessions

as easy as 1234,  Reggae Friday,  24  8. 18

23.8.18




it was several days later

when he entered the tavern he saw Fixture seated at the bar

his ithis or ithat stuck out of his back pocket  

it didnt seem likely that he was going to need it today to cover his pint

he sat sideways this afternoon the stools to either side of him empty

the spiteful alcoholic haze that had wound his head like a blindfold then had dissipated like wood smoke from forest fires erased by westerly currents  sunsets no longer glared orange

by what he could see it seemed Fixture had foregone his whiskies

a halfemptied pint sat at his hands

cash wasnt splayed ahead of him on the bar

the hyenas snappedtight leather purse was a memory  maybe a reoccurring nightmare

Fixtures

not his

her keen teeth or cooed lines her tentacles or hooks couldnt scathe him

some people simply didnt appeal to him
                                         thenatasudden overhead he recognised the Beatles You Never Give Me Your Money playing Abbey Road You Never Give Me Your Money  a pleasant reverie cloaked himhe silently mouthed the words one sweet dream came true today . . came true  today . . . came true  today . . one two three four five six seven  all good children will go to heaven  one two three four five six seven all good children will go to heaven one two three . .
the counting did him good 

it ground him  

and grounded  returned   he could see again

Fixture

at the bar

who also seemed to be counting
                                  or maybe counting his pintshis nonexistent  unordered  whiskies

his eyes roved uncontained by the blindfold the worried creases around his eyes seemed less defined the vigorous lines at his brow less furrowed

Fixture seemed free
                       or freer





PS a week later he read in the local newspaper Fixture had been arrested on murder charges

he didnt read furthur to learn who
     

1727,  Monday,  20  8. 18
1545,  Twosday,  21  8. 18
Beatles  You Never Give Your Money  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpndGZ71yww

Cohn or Cohen To Be or Not To Be


I have to suppose when Individual – 1 asked in a tweet who would be his Cohn now  he didnt expect Pecker to be granted immunity to testify against verify his exCohen




1056,  Thursday,  23  8. 18

22.8.18



This is ancient magic. Humans dreamed of (immortality) for as long as we’ve wondered where the dead were and what happened when we joined them. The idea that this should belong to someone, that the sociopaths who clawed their way to the top of default’s pyramid of skulls should have the power to decide who dies, when no one has to die, ever – fuck that shit . . . Doctorows Walkaway


he seconded Doctorows sociopaths  also those minor sociopaths who let their dogs shit on city pavement the sidewalks and streets and didnt bother to pick up their animals sizable turds 

they wouldnt have small dogs  

they had to have dogs to emphasise their masculinity
                                                         the more pronounced their ssshh private failings the larger the dog
they had breeders concoct new species to help absolve them of what they mistakingly believed was a temporary current condition 

it could be rectified(hed love to help wrecktify them) 

they were kidding themselves 

and those who enabled them silently kidded too a corrupt paycheck is a paycheck is a paycheck maybe a bit more distance is a paycheck 


he was confident those socioclowns would gobble cock if they thought it would help grease their rails
                                                                                                            nothing
nothing was beyond contempt in their pursuit

yet once they felt serenely elevated  anything and everything that didnt serve them was contemptible



ancient magic

he couldnt have said it better 

when history cant inform 

it will be repeated

every recitationevery newest thing under the sun chained replays revocation of common sense appalled him

theyd get it right this Time

ignoring prior precepts was what it meant to be human


the pyramid of skulls 

the heaped inhumanity  

is what it meant to be human



he was obliged to disagree


1843,  Sunday,  19  8. 18
1133,  Monday,  20  8. 18
Page 107              


HEY! Ive got a great idea! Itll take a load off Individual – 1  think of it as a distraction  the Militarys budget was increased  theres no parade 
Lets start a war!

Boltons good for something

1144,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  22  8. 18

21.8.18


FAKE PRESIDENT = Individual-1

a criminal doesnt get another Supreme Court confirmation hearing

2115,  Twosday,  21  8. 18


he was reading a book The Faithful Executioner of the walled-in free city of Nuremberg which was renown during the Middle Ages as the bastion of Law and Order 

however in a seemingly queer addenduman aside  it posed “fear and anxiety are woven into the very fabric of human existence”


the words conflicted him

he decided that the “fear and anxiety” the author referred to were meant to pertain to the historic Middle Ages he was writing of
           because if the writer were positing “fear and anxiety” to this current time  he didnt get the memo  not did he subscribe to the malevolent notion of fear or anxiety
                                                      to be sure he was white  he was male he understood the base entitlement those involuntary aspects provided him  however it wasnt something he blindly assumed he liked making his own way through the morass and mayhem of modern American Exceptionalism there was nothing he loved more than calling outmaking some Whitey toe the line it astonished him that the preposterous Luck to be born who one was made them better than another person
talk about scifi
talk about delusion

talk about cocksuckers

“fear and anxiety woven into the very fabric of human existence”



he felt terrible for those who let fear or anxiety subsume themlet themselves be played by others others who also unremarkably put their pants on one leg at a time and buttoned their buttons one by one exactly as they did

people will treat you as you allow them to treat you

he was partial to taking scalps which included the uppermost of their ears
                                                                              utterly disfiguring
as was their intent

DO unto others as they will do unto you  Luke 6:31 The fuckin Golden Rule

hed choke them with their Body of Christ their sips Blood of Christ

he wasnt a consumer


he liked the convenience of their heady Consumption


1805, Day-between-Two-Ts,  27  6. 18
1554,  Sunday,  19  8. 18

20.8.18



this was going nowhere fast

out the gate everyone was sensitiveso fucking sensitive

he didnt ask the reason whythat was personal

he asked why they chose its location


he meant it sincerely  frankly
                                he was eminently curious


their reactions however seemed tantamount to criminality why would he want to know

Please Im just asking


if looks could kill hed be dead 

they were icy repugnant
                           as if he blindsided them stopped them to ask if they wouldnt mind watching him shit on the street

angry  



one cat had a small poorlyexecuted multicoloured bullseye tatted on the heft of his cheekbone  left of his left eye

muthafucker actually snarled as he walked up on him  a grubby weighted knapsack clutched over his right shoulder

why snarl at him  he was standing leaning with his back to the flat of a structural steel post  Christ he was reading a book

he was aware someone was approaching him from his right  though he scarcely lifted his eyes  unconcerned of any threat

his snarl suggested possession  or territory   and fuckhim  homeless owns nothing  not territory not a corner not the post he leaned against

he took paroxysmal offense
it got the best of him
manhandled his tongue
                         Hey man whyd you plant that tattoo on your cheek
Fuck you

good
      they were coming from the same place

No  Im curious is all  

Fuckin leave me alone

Leave you alone Whens the next time youll talk with someone who isnt homeless or would prefer to duck you  You have my undivided attention

Fuck you

Its on you I was reading a book You snarledyou took offense of my eyecontact

You dont ever look at me

Dont look at you  You outa your mind Ill look anydamnwhere I want  Say buddy whats with the tat  Why your cheek

Dont fuck with meman

Throwin a gauntlet down yawanna fuck with me

Squirrelly cut hard right  space grew between them  

Good Not as nutsy as he thought


still however there was no satisfaction to understand why he chose to have his cheek dotted
                                                                                                   not like it was a teardrop at the corner of his eye

                         for whatever that meant



his casual impromptu canvassing left him to surmise what he assumed  to each his own  

and they were fucking touchy about it


1536,  Friday,  17  8. 18
1154,  Sunday,  19  8. 18

19.8.18




his daughter recommended Into the Badlands so why wouldnt he drop in

a slaughter an execution on a dusty roadside 


whats with closing the eyes of the dead?
                                                               
                                           the protagonist turns over a young boy  his throats been cut his eyes are opaque  staring blindly   perhaps on the horrorthe veil fitted over them is a trace of whoever leered over him relished cutting his throat  the boy was helplessly his arms bound behind him   

the protagonist pauses  then from his squat he reaches down to the boys face and closes his eyes 

the murdered the defiled cant see 

it seems whoever discovers the dead is dutybound somehow  to provide them one final comfort  the comfort of not having ants or flies crawl over their withering eyeballs

no matter  the maggots are coming  the reclamation has begun  



he knew the dead are beyond caring

turn off a television its only a matter of time before the heat runs out of it and it is as cool as a cucumber and useless until the next broadcast

                          when would the soul of the murdered be broadcast again

                                                                        theres slim hope it can be reborn reanimated into a mature vessel that might provide them their revenge their retribution or worse nigglingly  aware
but fearful and without any intentions of facing down or ambushing their murderer seeing them in their third eye the horrorveil they were impressed upon  they know  however cowardly they shut it down turnoff the broadcast  
                                                                                                                                                                                                                and hide


1438,  Saturday,  18  8. 18
1020,  Sunday,  19  8. 18

18.8.18





he listened to Youtube though rarely watched it

one thing he loved about it was beginning a recordinggiving it a head start  then chasing it with itself on a second opened Youtube or overlaying its music with selections he thought might play well together
sync nicely

he chased This Is Where You End with itself randomly several times and wasnt disappointed then he ran She Came In Heavy by Bad Liquor Pond (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9M9_id9J6yEfor 54 seconds and then played This Is Where You End over it they synched well too 
                                                  he surmised it was dumb luck and was more than happy to take it over any presumption of skill

he had a keen appreciation of randumb
                                         he dismounted moving cars(because their drivers didnt STOP when he demanded) to seek to affect attractive women to attend parties hed be at that evening and thought they might really enjoy themselves let their hair down 

whomever was most forthcoming he took them by their arm and wrote on their forearm the address where the party was being held

inevitably the addressee showedhe was distinctly assured  and then more often than he anticipated their friends also
                       
to be fair  he subtly calculated that their mutual outgoingness their welcoming him would provide them some leeway or leverage among their shyer friends to attend  after all not often did a guy jump out of a moving car and made an invitation no strings attached  he thanked them then ran back to the idling car or started up the street unconcerned if the car had either gone around the block or he had walk home

whenever he set outusually without conscience into his day  suddenly when recalling he was going to a gathering that evening there was no randumbness that was too dumb in order to bring fresh blood into the mix

after several parties that turned outrageous by his cajoling talk among his friendlieshis cohorts were that he was becoming a procurer singlehandedly 

they said that at his back   

he wasnt unaware

had they stuck it in his face he would have disagreed  Man Im just looking to have fun and have fun with people who also want to have fun

if he was anything singlehanded he was a frolicking barrel of monkeys the more queens the better Waitasecond female monkeys are female monkeys they’re undomesticated  undomesticated animals are conferred female whatever-they-are  You can’t call them Queens as if they were female cats to their Tom counterparts Fuckyou Theyre queens if I say so  theyre royalty theyre bitches If they didnt come you wouldnt hang long I didnt coerce anyone All I did was extend an invitation The ball was in their court
                        which probably explained the impromptu skinnydipping the dart game where the first bullseye prompted another hit of purepowdered THC he threw firstBULLSEYE!  or Sandi who put her boyfriend through medschool on several serving jobs who dropped her when he graduated whose funk levied fearsome blowjobs to catchup on lost time he caught up with her on an unlit street corner and enjoyed her mouth  later he met up with her to return the favor  and whatever fucks name washe didnt rememberhe didnt like him when Sandi first introduced him Youre due better than him baby he oops!ran into him at a party his parents threw at an upscale Miami hotel to celebrate his graduation and in a bathroom off the ballroom he beat him senseless forced him to begin his residency several months late Yeah he cheapshot himyeah hit him from behind slammed his face into the tile above the urinal but he was cocksure Sandi wouldnt retaliate  her heart was broken  she was broken she was no Sandi wouldnt Sandi wouldnt ask but defilement urged retribution he redistributed as course  what goes around comes around  cliché ofcourse but it was within his purview to make it happen and he was without qualms nobody could sketch a qualm nobody then could finger him for having one

he never heard if Sandi heard

that wasnt the point

that said he left Miami by months end

a chapter closed

he was off to be a mountain man in Montana



This Is Where You End
                        as yet he hadnt a whiff of Ending


0004,  Friday,  17  8. 18
1312,  Saturday, 18  8. 18

17.8.18



that was something he hadnt seen before

curious too that it came on the heels of a friend who was roofied  maliciouslyroofied  Are youre fucking kidding me You were Rohypnolhypnotised 

Iwa  I was what?                                                                                                                           
Rohypnolhypnotised 

Got nothing.
Hypnotised 

The drugs called Rohypnol  Roofie

Christ. You just can’t say Roofie?  So easy.

Evidently easy like you huh  it dropped him on his kissersmashed his nose  Yaknow you were probably doped for no other reason than to watch you drop They probably filmed you on their cellfone an youre starring in some dark corner of the internet right nowpeople bustin a gut at you going senselessdropping  Jackass on steroids takencatapulted to a whole new level You know people dig other peoples pain gives them a good laugh Were asinine were ambulance chasers gawkers love the sightlove it blood bent and tortured limbs as long as theyre not ours


That’s cruel, man.

Thats where we liveno denying it  People are twisted




he  was  fascinated
                      watching something he had never seen before                                                                         
the actors in his play

one older guy

a middleaged gal who thinks dressing younger would fool people make her appear younger than she was

the fellas beyond caring either regarding himself or her probably satisfied with baseline affection  

they were talking at the bar  seated side by side  

she was turned towards him  sometimes emphatically leaning

he was noncommittal  he sat straight ahead knees to the bar  turned his head

not a good look from where he sat

an odd  curious  juxtaposition

she was trying

he apparently didnt mind being tried


he had her at the very least by ten years



out the side of his face he looked boozed stupid  had that dullness listlessness lack of animation in his eyes 

when he tried to get down off his bar stool he stretched his legpointed his toe feeling for the floor Fuck. It was there the last time I got down. Whered it go? he maintained his cool he didnt break eyecontact with herwho from where he sat was running the conversation 

maybe the guy got mired in quickstand  hadnt been aware enough to slip her make an exit  he was probably was interested at the onsetthat he hadnt seen punany but he was probably three shots an beers deep when she rolled up on him 

he hadnt seen her buy a drink 

her purse laid on top the bar snapped shut 

the guys bills were spread haphazard on the bar above his drinks 

when he ordered drinks the bartender served them and then helped himself to the money 

the guy didnt bother to watch                                                                                                             
his prerogative                                                                                                                        
he may be one of those rare trusting soul or too rocked to count himself

he kept them well watered


finally cool he found the floor
he had trouble interrupting her speech she was on a roll he wanted to politely excuse himself

finally getting a word in edgewisethrowing her off the scent ordering more drinks  as he left he gingerly picked up his smartphone an ithis ithat and laid it on top his pint

he didnt appear concerned for the cash  he was probably a regular  the bartender had his back

he tottled off to the can

as the man disappeared into the hallway at the back of the tavern under the illuminated MEN and WOMEN arrows that lead to the restrooms at the buildings rear he couldnt help but wonder with some amazement  had he laid his fone on top his beer out of concern that she might try an slip something in it 

he wondered when time had arrived that guys were worrying about being roofied
                                                                                      was that legit

he stopped at this tavern occasionally never there or any bar at night he wasnt predisposed or ever had been a creature of the night a barcrawling denizen the scene smacked him of some lurid or lucid desperation colouredperhaps by being on the outside looking in

long ago he assayed there were better places to meet someone

likely though there was no better place to roofie someone


1739,  Monday,  13  8. 18
0838,  Friday,  17  9. 18