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        three minutes and thirtyfive seconds (3:35) into the interview with Senator Kamala Harris an unidentified male interviewer asks: “Is it possible that while everything (Christine Blasey Ford – he refuses to say her name) feels is absolutely firm in her bones that she may have the wrong guy?”

the wrong guyhmm

                     I suggest that victims remember the person who victimised them  their tormentors  they forget -- conveniently    

Senator Harris then repeatedly cited that any nominee to the Supreme Court of the United States should undergo a complete and thorough vetting

                               because this FAKE PRESIDENT’s administration has been superlative in its vetting hasnt it for example  Flynn

1431,  Twosday,  18  9. 18

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WJVEdPqwZs&feature=youtu.be&t=10s

Hey, Joe! (wharya goin with that gun in yer hand)

Whats up Franklin  Joe yelled as he was walking to the back of the liquorstore he turned around and began up the aisle

Joe! You won’t believe this.

Not usually he said not if I cant confirm it

You trust my math on our cash drawers so we can get the hell out of here, yeah?

I do I do not a job Id enjoy

Can I be sufficient confirmation?

Franklin  in your case Ill make an exception

Excellent.

Thanks for not saying perfect

You and your perfection: it doesn’t exist, not if mankind has his fingers in it.

Joe replied Not with his fingers in the pieNo  he stood across the counter from Franklin 

Franklin was damn near leering at himhis smile ridiculously large

So  Why did I walk all the way back up here

It’s worth it.

Suspensehuh  The suspense is killing me

It’s worth it.

You said that

I did. I just had to share with you, particularly because it’s you. I don’t think this would have happen for anyone else in this store’s employment or a fuckin soul I know . . . truly.

Should I blush

Nah. That’d be out of character.

Usually Im patient but you had me walk the entire length of the store because you herald me

Herald. I like that.

Like it some other time wouldja

Franklins smile grew impossibly larger it looked like it hurt

I closed out your tender.

As you do every night we work together

Yeah. But tonight’s special it’s a special night, a special night too since that black girl was all about you. I think she wanted to eat you alive.

Idve been all about being eatin alive Her husband however certainly didnt appreciate her unchecked enthusiasm although she was a little lit an people flee their shellscome out when their inhibition is tampered withunlocked Or so it seems 

Yeah. However you’re no different loaded or not. You don’t keep a muzzle; which elicits those of us who do to want to drop ours. But it aint natural to us.

Franklin youre young youve got time

Nah. Ain’t in the cards. She was a looker though.

She was

How old was she? You carded her.

I did  Crazy

How old was she?

Whawould you have guessed

Shit. Now I’ll guess older than I would have thought. 

Maybe if I dial it down.

Dialed down, I’d guess . . . thirtythree.

Fortysix

You shitting me, fortysix?

Fortysix

Wow. You know what they say.

I never know what they say or who the fuck they is

Franklin laughed hard You never break character.

Breaking character would be acting I havent time to act for anyone

No. That would also be out of character. What they saywhoever said it first beats the hell out of me . . . Black don’t crack.

Ive never heard that before

Never?!

No  though I understand its suggestion 

And you told her to be sure she thanked her parents; good genetics.

She has nothing to do with her looks except keep her health if she can They were both in great shape Id say athletes an athletes never give it up Not true athletes

Like yourself.

Thank you Been at it too long to let it go

I ought to get back to it.

Dont ought to  do it

Youre a fucking Nike commercial in the flesh

Cant say I know what a Nike commercial looks like If it aint in print likely I havent seen it

Fucking Neanderthal.

Neandertal T-a-l Not t-h-a-l  You ought to know since youve been on their dig sites

Thank you for the correction.

Youre welcome  So why am I standing here

Yeah.

Yeah

Your drawer. I closed you out, your cash, at fourtwenty sixtynine. Appropriate, huh?

it was Joes turn to laugh unabashed

                                       Man thats cool Well thank youthanks for sharing Makes my spine a bit more erect

Not that you need confirmation.

No I dont need confirmation Youre scary Franklin

No. You’re the scary one.

2134,  Saturday,  15  9. 18

1344,  Sunday,  16  9. 18

thats fun

           a misogynistic FAKE PRESIDENT has his Supreme Court justice nominee vehemently deny his accuser Christine Blasey Ford from the White House today

Oh to be a fly on the wall

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1549,  Monday,  17  9. 18 

she said she was happy he was dreaming again

                                                    mebbe not if she knew what he was dreaming

some people are affected by their dreamsthey flinch if theyre going to die awakesuddenly beating it out of their dream as if it were an axemans blade they were pushed off a tall building a gun held to their temple the hammer cocked  all the sorted ways one could die or feared dying  drowning alone at sea asphyxiating crushed by a car a stampede

poisoned by a loved one

he dreamed he died all the ways he could die

he didnt wake up

he wanted to see

                      then he dreamed all the dreams of all the ways and places he could fuck  all the unknown women rarely ever seeing their faces and if he did he rarely recognised them  he fucked strangers  he dreamed homosexual dreams that disturbed himthough he didnt wake and came as copiously as he came on womens faces in their mouths between their tits stuffed inside their cunts   carefully gently thrusting in their asses

his homosexual encounters however were curiously parlayed by his consciousness? he gavehe didnt take and the dreamed men like the dreamed women remained faceless 

while he lived in Miami he had an affair with a woman Kristin who he stole from Thor  one evening after an athletic fuck throughout her apartment  relaxing  spent  naked  sharing a bottle of wine she asked him if he wouldnt mind drawing a picture a detailed picture of a naked woman for her  his ideally-proportioned woman  her ideal attributes

having drawn the picture  it took him some time as he rarely sketched or doodled  sharing it with her she asked if she might studied it

Of course  he opened another bottle of wine

setting the drawing aside she took a deep sip of the cold Pouilly-Fuisse pushed him on his back swallowed the wine and took his flaccid cock in her chilled mouthexquisite aroused him again then she suddenly came off himheld him in her hand Have a moment? he gasped she said as she gently stroked his cock  then without waiting for his answer she said that while he artfully configured the womans bodyher posture hair he didnt defined her face he didnt provided her an identity which suggested to her that he was more interested in women for their bodies their physicalness than for their person who they were

laughingsuddenly out loud in her face he didnt mean to snub her obviously hurt her feelings she quit stroking his cock he grabbed her by the wrist and brought her hand back to his cock  A momentplease a moment for me to explain maybe she was trying to hurt his feeling though shed have to go far deeper Please

she took his cock in her hand again her eyes shining she blinked back her tears

Thank you thank you for hearing me out particularly considering my outburstI am sorryI apologise  and thank you for keeping our intimacy  I couldnt possibly draw her face More resides in a womans face than just her features Youll excuse the tepid though terribly true assessment that a persons eyes are the portals of their soul the coals of their intelligence the fire of their identity While her bodyher physical attributes attractiveness is primary to meyoud be lying if my bodymy fortunately-formed face didnt attract you at first  sex would be one-dimensional eventually boring and dissatisfying if her mind wasnt the salt and pepperthe spice that could truly entice mehold my fascination incite my fantasy

Kristen You are fascinating

she smiled she released his hard on she took a long sip at her wine and as she set her glass down on the stone hearth at the fireplace he caught her by her shoulder  Swallow your wine he said My turn  and taking a sip of wine he pushed her onto her back and parted her legs

Kristen was fascinating and imaginative

she served herself as dessert one evening

her diningroom overlooked Key Biscayne from ten stories up

when dinner was finished she took up the dishes and entering the kitchen she asked him to sit tight she had something for dessert

            they rarely had dessert

returning to the diningroom briefly she dimmed the lights

Did you need any help he asked

she laughed in reply No thank you, sit still.

she reentered the room naked  save for a silk scarf at her throat its ends like petals or languid tongues at her breasts

in her hands she carried had a large oval sterlingsliver serving platter melon and fruit were artfully arranged at its edges in its center was a silver bowl of whipped cream

she kissed him hungrily

as she leaned forward to set the platter on the table before him her thigh at his thigh he stroked the undersides of her breasts with his hands

she set the bowl of whipped cream to a side and turned facing him  she straddled himkissed him again then she tossed her headher ginger hair freeing itself from the loose knot she wore it in she set her hands at the tables edge one foot on his thigh she lifted herself and sat Oooh that’s cold on the platter  her hips were garnished by the fruit  spreading her legs she set the shallow lathered bowl just under her quim smiled wickedly If you prefer whipped cream.

they had the fruit and whipped cream later before the fireplace with crystal flutes of champagne  they shared a couple bowls of hashish

he hadnt had a dessert to rival hers since

1628,  Saturday,  15  9. 18

1120,  Sunday,  16  9. 18

he was held inside a plexiglass chamber prism a studioheld as a partsomehow of a contrived televised game show that he watched played out on external monitors a characteramong others glowing like phosphorescent spectres through the acrylic panels  he recognised that some of the players were mesmerised by the pulsating carnivallike lighting without the canned crazed Funhouse audience laughter  although nothing funny was going on inside the structure

he was informed that he was one of two finalists 

wasnt he excited

No

he made for bad television

he later conceded to the remaining contestant when the prizes were revealed -- nothing he needed or wanted  --  which was always a death knell  maybe the producers thought they could tempt him

the other contestant a woman thought he conceded to her of coarse because of a tryst under the dimmed lighting from without that they had no control over  it warmed the ascetic enclave with an amberhoney seductive glowhe conceded to her sexual prowess she had fucked him out of contention
No

then she was troubled he deferred to her  perhaps she didnt understanding there are two sides to every story

at the end of the days competition they could shower

the sensual lighting coloured him tan coloured her nearly black  she began cocoa brown and smooth

he obliged  Ladies first with a quick smile a lascivious wink a genuine wholesome leer

she was flattered

it was the first he was able to flatter her

she asked if he wouldnt mind helping her undo the buttons down the back of her dress 

he almost smartalecked How did you get them buttoned up perhaps a now-dispatched competitor they were culled to two from six that day  but he thought better of it because she was attractive tempting voluptuous  itd really be nice to finally see some skin 

he threw in a gimme  unsnapped her bra  she didnt flinch 

she slipped the dress off her shoulders let it fell  he stepped back to admire the clefts above her hipsher Venus dimples  he enjoyed the delicious flair of her hips off her narrow waisther darkly luminous skin disappearing flawlessly into the waist of her delicatelyflowered panties

stepping out of her dress she laughed a perfectly enticing laugh turned sideways a lazy arm across her breasts her skin softlyswelled between her relaxed fingers  It seems you don’t lack initiative. 

Shouldnt seem baby weve been competing four days  

I wasn’t counting, though I am pleased how its willowed out.

I am too

Don’t hold your breath.

Excuse me

Don’t hold your breath. I think I may luxuriate in the shower.

Thats fine just dont leave me cold water  You do therell be hell to pay

Hell to pay? A threat?

Yeah  an Ill take it out of your hide

walking away from himher head high and forward she said something he couldnt make out her words if they were words they sounded more like a growl a purr mixed in equal portions shaken not stirred

                                                                                              beyond was the memory of round firm buttocks his teeth at her flesh long slick darkbrown loins converging on a generous sliver that twitched and happily received his devotions above her curly pubic hair a round bellynot fat generous orbs large aureoles taut nipples that could take his eyes out ample cleavage she clutched for him to fuck   she wouldnt kiss him  he didnt want to kiss her he whispered in her ear she hmmhmmd he held her by the throat thrust his cock desisted  thrust  teased  played with her until she insisted  and when she came she flowed on his hips her cunt gripped himheld him like a bitch in heat locked up on him like a dog

beast at a beast

a fond memory
        

woke me this morning, I finally recorded it at 1247 & texted @ 1355,  Thursday,  13  9. 18

1551,  Saturday, 15  9. 18

https://vimeo.com/83910533

Come Away With Me

his brotherinlaw niece and nephew slept on the wooden bedroom floor

a blanket under them a blanket over them a pillow

SiriusXM played music through Bluetooth on a Bose soundbar

they had selected and nonstop were playing The Coffee House 

his sister really liked the station

Hospice told them that hearing was the last sense to go

he had read or heard that himselfnot that he could remember

he had no idea what Hospice based it on

maybe they just read or heard what he did

common knowledge  

unimpugned

he couldnt sleep  any more than he could hang up with her when shed say I better go. I’m wasting your time.

No Youre not wasting my time I love talking with you If youre tired or if you need quiet okay You never waste my time I adore talking with you

then his brotherinlaw called and said she was declining he didnt believe it he hadnt slept well in weeks he quit dreaming

now he was in Chicago Illinois in the bedroom where his niece and nephew had slept when they were babies

his sister was unconscious had been unconscious for seven hours when he arrived

he held her handher fingershis thumb inside of hers 

she didnt hold his hand

he whispered to her 

everything he said she had heard before they talked nearly once a week for yearsfive years he knew that because he moved into his new place five years ago after a fire turned him out of his apartment

it was after three in the morninga digital clock on the nightstand informed him

he hated digital clocks 

if a clock had arms kids didnt know how to read the fuckin time

he was from California after one oclock there

a hushed voice came over Sirius

he wasnt interested in what anonymous had to say

Aww baby I love you so much he whispered

Come away with me in the night played over the Bose

he caught his breath 

silently he wept 

I cant baby I cant

0340,  Thursday,  30  8. 18

1317,  Thursday,  13  9. 18

Chicago  Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uy0ldI_1HA

Norah Jones  Come Away with Me  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdrmaJtJj_8 

Boards of Canada  Dawn Chorus  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O63vBvgQfUU

he quietly recognised as he set his book down on the flight table that the words he was reading he wasnt comprehending

he flipped back page after page of Walkaway until he recalled what he last remembered reading of the plot  a zotta father using mercs to kidnap his daughter and keeping her locked away in a safe room beneath their residence for her protection

slipping a bookmarker between the pages he closed the book and turned off the overhead reading lamp  the cabin was dark people were sleeping or trying to sleep his had been the only seat illuminated

he turned his head and look passively out the small window where his coppery reflection tried to read over his shoulder while the lamp was lit 

he sat ahead of the wing so his view of the darknessthe softly lighted beaded networks like critical neurons or planetary galaxies twinkled 35,000 feet below was unimpeded  sliding past like a slomo film as he slid forward by the minute to Chicago Illinois 

he always said Chicago Illinois and almost always was asked why he just didnt say ChicagoEveryone knows where Chicago is.  I dont like abbreviations or acronyms I like things to be recognised by their full names That’s a waste of time. I differ  Thats respecting time an individual a place their names Someone or many took the time to consider what to name them I respect that process   usually an unintelligent Huh followed he hadnt been refuted or maybe they just didnt want to waste their time

then the window faded to black

something flickered ghostly  faintly   reappeared  soft  unfocused   motion   soundless

it had his rapt attention

                         he watched as the moving image sharpened  blackandwhite  and sharpening even more hues and colors presented  still soundless  then seeing he smiled  then the images blurredwere blurred by his tears his hand to his mouth muffling his grief

I didn’t want to buy your ticket, Dad. I kept putting it off and putting it off. Because I knew, I’m telling you I knew, I knew as soon as I bought your train ticket for Labor Day you weren’t going to be able to use it. So I held off.

Then I did.

Knowing you weren’t going to use it.

I suppose in a way I got the ball rolling.

maybe his daughter did

                          or maybe his granddaughter did when she drew and coloured a birthday card for her Great Aunt in Chicago Illinois his daughter held it up for him above a photograph of where his sister said she wanted her ashes scattered their similarities the whitewater at the left the waterfall just offcenter right the stony mountain path leading to them at the extreme right the birthday card emulated the photograph his granddaughter had not seen  physically had not seen

maybe

he didnt believe that  No love the ballas you say Babes  mine  yours  have been rolling on the face and contours of the intersecting planes we exist on You happen to be extremely sensitive Im sure you felt it  But you didnt get the ball rolling

she didnt get the ball rolling any more than the flatblack screen of the aircrafts window ran bits and pieces of his memory of his sister                 
                       when he closed his eyes they played on the back of his eyelids

                  

2123 and 2234,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  29  8. 18

1143,  Thursday,  13  9. 18

After all of it he said thickly he gulped he sighed  I have one regret.

Awno regrets they aint worth the paper theyre written them on  Let it go

I can’t.

Okay Okay Then Id tell ya to get it out  an let it go Theyre worthless Hold onto them too long an theyll turn to guilt  Theres nothing in any of this over all these years after all the things youve doneafter all the care youve given selflessly thats worthwhile beating yourself up 

Do you know what Im gonna say?

No  I havent a clue                                                           

Really?

I havent a clue

I regret not telling you to come sooner.

AwChrist You a seer a soothsayer  No You had no idea No one had any idea Not even the professionals who GawdBlessEm contend with death every day It went the way it was meant to go Truly I bear you no ill will Please please dont spin your wheelswaste your time  dont beat yourself up 

It never occurred to me Shouldnt have occurred to you 

This is very painful Regret will inhibit what you ought to be feeling an you should be feeling this to your very core Feel it  Grieve Let nothinglet no one get in your way

You know I speak from experience 

Its been a long hard painful week  Week one To be followed by week two week three week four week five  On an on 

I hate to say it however the cliché is apt  Time heals all wounds

he didnt say anything

But understand healed  nothing will stop those moments that come out of the blue an stricken us  Nothing should  

Youll be married to Lorelle probably longer than the years you have ahead of you  I wish if I believed in wishes I wish I was married to Cece as long 

Be grateful for what you have  what you have had than what you think you want  Want is as perilous as regret

he didnt say anything

Did you hear me

Yes.

Okay Good  Ill leave my phone on Call me anytime Anif I hear from the kids that you didnt therell be hell to pay Dig

Yes.

Dont cross me  Im as passionate as my sister

1513,  Saturday,  8  9. 18