nymphs will always turn a guys head

                                        his vision had gone hazy  in the steam room inside his eyeballsat their softpeeling edgesat their keen seeingpeering voyeurism hes given over to stealthy eroticism 

he knew something of nymphos

                                 he was a bit of a satyrhe remembered reading about Dionysus – that was a religionhuh -- the celebrants the gatherings the wine the orgies oh Dionysus  Tell metell me that doesnt sound titillatingsound outrageous  an sumptuous   

he was young he was immature the trouble then with him was that he idealised he preconceived Dionysus the women he imagined were on par with the young playmates he saw in the pages of 60s Playboys  the kindly retouchedthough unaltered unplasticised women who handed him his hard ons it was this kind of thinking that was illadvised likely presaging his denial of those who attended nudist colonies or frolicked at nude beaches 

                                                                                         readying to cast his net into the fruitful sea  he lets its physics go  lets its whirling over his head fail slackening  the net collapses  flaccid at his hip

get him a harpoon   

the fruitful sea snickers Whaddaya picky?

he was

he wasnt a drunken hypersexual goatman willing to fuck anyone

theres a knock at his door

an echoa clatter of hooves

theyd come to take his satyr card 

The Few, The Proud, The Goats

he lacked their mettle

they stood on the stoop outside his front door

he picked up his wallet out of a stoneware bowl on a shelf on his vintage entrance coatrack and bench

the card wasnt in his wallet

You’re not carrying your card?

Apparently not

You pledged to carry your card at all times.

No  Wrong  I sent fifty Bazooka Joe Bubble Gum Bazooka Joe and his GANG comic strips to get my satyr card 

I didnt pledge anything

their hooves clattered theyre nervous  theyre irritated   My God you’re an embarrassment. 

Heythere careful  Dont mar the concrete  I dont wanna hafta explain how the marks got there  

Cant you just expunge my name from your roleIll pen a quick affidavit you can witness that I acquit and forego all honors and privileges satyrs are bestowed in lieu of the cards absence

the satyr at the head of the small herd stroked his beard thoughtfully

he was quite taken by the beast he had a hard time unifying his serious countenance now with what he must look while he was rutting blind drunk and bawling

the leader eventually nodded acquiesced 

he quickly assembled and wrote the affidavit

he signed it 

they witnessed it

the leader rolled the paper and wedged it in the curl of his horn they were worthy of SCI and B&C record contention You may, however, regret your decision when you’re older; when either you can’t get your cock upnot a problem for satyrs or when women stop paying attention to you, let alone deny you sex.

Well  I could always blow my brains out

the leader nodded solemnly  

he tried to suppress his laughthen laughed wholeheartedly  Asshole! Theres more to life than fucking

solemnly  slowly   the leader shook his head no  he said You’re a neophyte. Ignorant.  then he blew a rocket of snot out of his muzzle onto the foyers parquetry  turned  and walked off

the queer clutch followed him

he supposed he deserved that visit

the nymphs which set off the circumstances of their visitation he dreamed the night before 

although those nymphs werent nymphos 

maybe he resented his unconscioushis sleeps deliberation

on his fingers and toes he worked his way around a steep stoneface above swift moving glasslike deep water his heels high above silhouettes of big black fish and gigantic sturgeons

he heard something coming down to the water through the forest whose limbs beyond the stone had beckoned him to pursue his course on the rock

nymphs emerged from the trees and bramble in hooded green cloaks over coloured robes 

in the ferns splayed at the waters edge they disrobed 

their naked skin was lizardlike iridescent  sleek  tinyscaled and when they stepped into the water he thought theyd plunge  they did not  they werent swallowed by the rivers depth a depth he was quite certain of from where he clung to the rock five metres above

it was asif the nymphs walked on a thermal under the waters face 

halfway across they were in a depth equivalent to a filled clawfoot bathtub 

they played midstream yelling like small happy children and splashed each other their skin in the sunlight shed brilliant prismatic beads their breasts and rumps jiggled

he clung like a bug to the wall

he was as inobvious to them as that a bug  

a watchful bug

       

dreamt early 19th morning,  9. 18

1433,  Thursday,  20  9. 18

Puscifer  Sour Grapes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCs4CL3ktUw

he was readinghe was always readingwalking and reading reading this reading that a fucking voracious readeralways was  he joked seriously he owned enough books that theyd be plenty to make a funeral pyre and reduce his bodyeven his femursthe largest bones in a human body to grit bypassing any need of running his remains through a cremulators steel ballbearing or rotorblades think blender

                                               he was reader

an adjutantobviously to his addictionreading had been the library

the library today is a different place than when he was a kid  the card index is long gone  shit was online  when he applied online for particular books or material and they were unavailable he made a point to walk over to the towns library and question the librarian why what he was looking for wasnt available  just to make sure that the librarythe crucible of knowledge hadnt devised a kind of censorship  often books he read were questionable  or inflammatory

or erudite  Johnsoneselook it up 

while reading When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir he found in its pages the mention of Spike Lees 2000 film Bamboozled which he hadnt seenhe was too damn busy then for entertainment  he wondered if he could get a copy through the library

going online he entered Search: Phrase: Bamboozled

the program asked: Did you mean Bombycillidae?

yahwhaddafuck 

HOW did Search know that he meant bombycillidae whats that  sounds like a disease HOW did Search know that he really wasnt interested in a satirical movie of a greasepaint blackfaced black mens minstrel show

Comon Search throw up your nonhands and admit NOdont offer me an option  worse an absurd option  B – o – m is not B – a – m

Bombycillidae  Genus  a bird a waxwing  a passerine bird  which means its feet are adapted for perching

just like his feet are made for walking

                                         to be fair if Search hadnt fucked up refused to motor through its programmingadamantly refusing not to allow him an option  it is likely he probably wouldnt ever have learned what Bombycillidae is or the name waxwing pretty slick or the adjective passerine

should learn something new every day until Life kills you

          

1554,  Monday,  17  9. 18

1157,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  9. 18

Salt-N-Pepa  Push It  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCadcBR95oU                                 Nancy Sinatra  These Boots Are Made For Walkin’  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rypT2qMO1RY

an old woman seated before a fire in Platos cave spoke to him

she said All families disappear eventually, even if it takes a long time.

he thought immediately of his immediate family

his wifes death made them three

difficult words to hear

his overarching family had a depth of sixtysix cousinshe knew all their namesthey knew his  they were of eleven brothers and sisters

his nuclear family was ten

two siblings had died

they were eight 

he had nothing in common with them

they lived half a country away and werent prone to communication

this year he finally stopped trying to communicate

he put away his pen and paperhis envelopes and stamps

stacks of copied letters he wrotecopied because he heard that something said attributed to him from his letters was in pure defiance of what he actually wrote stacks of letters in the corner of his studio he kept were evidence

imagine  evidence  evidence to make sure he wasnt misrepresented  among his family

they thought the things they saw on the wall were real

they knew nothing of the real causes of the shadows

his family

eventually they would disappear

one by one

taking bits of his heart as they did

he hoped he outlived them

because he knew the real forms whose shadows were cast against the wall 

he had evidence

if necessary

1746,  Sunday,  16  9. 18

1300,  Monday,  17  9. 18

Old White Male Republican Senators Want Their Way

Sen. John Cornyn (R-Tex.), the No. 3 in GOP leadership, told reporters that (Dr. Christine Blasey) Ford is “not really in a position to make conditions.”

much like the position one might assume Kavanaugh allegedly had Ford where she also couldnt make conditions

0944,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  9. 18

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On CBS

        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

https://www.npr.org/2018/09/17/648663337/kavanaugh-vote-could-face-delay?utm_source=npr_newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_content=20180917&utm_campaign=breakingnews&utm_term=nprnews

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