he wouldnt recommend it

                                                                  but then on the other hand . . .

he wouldnt recommend walking into a grocery storethe Produce department standing among discerning women who are selecting fruits and vegetables for their families still gassed by the passage he read as he entered . .

                                                                                      . . “How was I going to execute my orders with you hanging over me all hours like – like . . . some . . . sleepless fucking corporate ogbanje? I had to get rid of you and run dark because how else was I going to do my job?”

“That doesn’t explain the elevator.”

“You need the elevator explained to you?” Whiplash swift she grabbed my arm. She split her thighs apart and sat back further against the bench, pulled my hand in and pressed it tight against the damp heated mound of her cunt. “You need this explained? I wanted to fuck you, Veil. I still want to fuck you, and we only just got done. Feel --”

She gasped as I slipped fingers inside of her. She pulled harder on my arms, got me close, made an urgent noise in my ear. In my lap, my prick heard it and responded as if trained to the sound. It tightened stealthily but steadily back towards erect. Our mingled fluids had left Madekwe slick and open; it was easy to work my fingers deeper in, rubbing soft circles with the tips. I felt inside her clench and flutter involuntarily.

an Asiatic woman across from him handled a large plantain You gotta be fuckin kiddin me he was grateful he didnt have to address anyone his voice felt hoarsecramped in his throat

in Express Check-Out he recognised that the cashier was pulled up to the front understaffed a Produce guy Greg he was wearing the departments green apron rather than the red one cashiers wore  

aimlessly he wondered if Greg was a Greg or a Gregory 

he seemed aptly namedseemed gregarious  

he flaunted his Produce abilities though likely to mask his flailing and floundering at the scanner and cash register keys cant handle melons and bulk waxed cardboard containers and suddenly be expected to use fine motor skills

Afternoon Greg

Good afternoon, sir he said as he began pulling his plastic-bagged vegetable purchases towards him    

Pressed into service huh

That’s one word for it  he smiled unevenly 

                                              the countertop scanner decided not to cooperate the plastic evidently obscured the bar codes Greg had to peel the bag down frustration not deep beneath the surface ceased furrowed his brow his smile began to dissipate

Technology Greg ya got to love it  I dont

Yeah he grimaced neither do I he fumbled with a 1.75 liter of Black Beam firm plastic a change up from the flaccid vegetable plastic it toppled onto the scanner Greg snatched it up and handed it to him he bagged his purchases in a cloth bag hed sling over his shoulder and walk home

Greg exhaled noisily

Much longer up here he asked

Greg rolled his wristlooked at his watch Another twelve minutes an I’m back where I belong he looked up to the monitor That’s nineteen thirtyone.

as he entered the amount on the check he prepared he mused Good year Year my father was born

taking the check from him looking at it Greg said I don’t know, Joe. got his name off his check – at least that was smooth Don’t think I know a soul who was born in the Thirties. Would you like your receipt?

Yes please Greg he always took his receipt and looked at it before he left the store a good forty percent of the time the scanner entered errors

                        he was convinced the errors were corporate practise a lot of people didnt take their receipts and then they really didnt know what they paid particularly if they were doing a weeks shoppingdozens of items he never bought more than he could carry over his shoulder the two miles home

Thank you for shopping with us today, Joe.

Yabetcha Greg 

with Thin Air in hand going to reread the sex he stymied as he walked in he took a look at his receipt  

Nineteen thirtyone was definitely an error

the Beam was twentyfour ninetyfive alone

Bingo Greg fumbled
                     free Beam

he wouldnt recommend it

                     

                                                                                                                                                                         but then on the other hand . . .

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1459,  Monday,  1  7. 19

ogbanje  term in Odinani for what was believed to be an evil spirit that would deliberately plague a family with misfortune. . literal translation in the Igbo language is “children who come and go.”

historic ass

Drumpf salivates at the thought of making history 

                                                     so blithely he entered North Korea  the first president ever

he didnt suppose Drumpf recognised he will be found a historic ass

seems a whiff of Kim Jong-Un the sound of his voice arouses Drumpf hmm he has a thing for men who have others murdered at their whim and word

                                     a historic ass

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who had more fun

                   he untethered his sense of reality  thought impossible : Im possible

an if possible anything was possible

he loved to animate the inanimate

it was huge fun 

                 walking down the streetbook in hand he looked up out of its pages after the weekly pickup trash receptacles were scattered at the sides of the road  

the street didnt have curbs he lived in the colony district onehundred year old hellstrips werent wise to incorporate on rolling treed hills 

the receptacles were on wheels green organic recycle blue plastic and paper recycle gray-like-death trash  and as he walked up on them one or several at a time they shook quietly subtly  quaked softly like dogs who anticipate being stroked or having their heads patted   

he smiled widely at their greetings 

                                     he acknowledged them Hey boys! and encouraged by his invocationhis attention they vocalised the best they could greeted him with hollow THUMPs staccatoed then languishing perhapshe thought I better bone up on Morse code

they made their sounds by banging their backs with their hingedhanging lids otherwise hanging from them like useless dicks at hollow thighs

HEY BOYS! he cried again elated by their greeting he adored conversing with the inanimate they were exceptional listeners  Now please tell me your spent rather than emptied THUMP THUMPTHUMP  THUMP  THUMPS followed  choruses Good very good  Then listen up gang a challenge  Ill pay good money to any of you if next time youre stuffed to the gills and rolled down to the street that you regurgitatehurl your contents onto it shower it  asif a violent orgasm  an ejaculation

the CLATTER was music to his ears

he could scarcely wait until next week

1409,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  6. 19

1017,  Monday,  1  7. 19

Exterminators arent clever thatd be too much to expect from a death-dealer destruction is easier than creation itd be like expecting house painters not to be stoned before strapping on inhalators and goggles offseting the contained concentrated paint vapours they deploy -- spraying saves time and time is money -- besides theres more where they came from

           vapours pronounced in fine print on white plastic five-gallon tubs If you are a women who is pregnant or want to become pregnant do not inhale or come in contact with this product. It contains chemicals known to deform foetuses.

painting with paints manufactured in Chernobyl  a now world-famous reclamation project  

every painter he ever met and worked with seemed to be in or tapering out of a self-induced stupor

                                                                                                        as a matter of fact on many occasions he caught whitebibbed painters disengaging their inhalators to seek an industrial high 

the job aint hard its muscle memory swipe the paint wand leeeft . . riiight . . leeeft . . riiight . . leeeft . . riiight so the paint doesnt accumulate  clot   so drabs dont run down the wall 

                                                                     hell they achieved that as kids pissing on walls creating block-lines across them rather than an unimaginative sissy-slash that spattered formed an inverted exclamation Pop

boys  really talented

theres houses and interiors to paint in their future

            he waxed

                                           this particularly exterminator bombed through an intersectionhanging a heavy screeching left on a yellow driving a late 90s white Ford F150 pickup its doors emblazoned shrinkwrapped he assumed  shrinkwrap a twentyyear-plus vehicle frugal  or cheap 

                                                                       everything was shrinkwrapped today  he was thinking of having his dick shrinkwrapped TORPEDO AWAY DEPTHCHARGE DEEP  he backed off only because a hard-on is unwieldy  difficult to dress

emblazoned  italicized curlicued on its passenger door he assumed the drivers side too Gopher Stompers 

articulatehuh 

                  but who wants an articulate murderer

Kill it and Go

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1611,  Sunday,  30  6. 19

0147,  Sunday,  30  6. 19

Junes gone 

             followed May as May followed April an April followed March followed Februarys scent like a bitch in heat fickled February following Januarys maidenhead  virginal January  aware   pursued    first to cum had the best line  where best lines and icebreakers were formed

                                         tact not tacky tack not Yawanna fuck dropping any pretense coarse which sometimes paid off but only if the realm and premise is to fuck it worked for him a couplethree times but like January virgins  theyre not necessarily thinking of fucking  

                                                                  though frankly  definitively he couldnt say  he never slept with a virgin why would he want to do that however when he was a virgin sleeping with a virgin  was breathtakingly erotic 

its eroticism rivaled sleeping with pregnant women whose husbands were repulsed by their wives bodiestheir oncoming maternity 

           perhaps secretly fearing psychologically  that they wanted to bed their mothers  so they went out at night to bars to bowling alleys or told their wives they were hanging with a friend  a lying friend who vouched he was with them if asked brotherhood 

                      or that they were going to lose their identitytheir freedom by becoming a father

they didnt have to if they didnt want to

they could have worn a condom

Why? they may have pushed back My old man had me his old man had him; that’s how it is.

it wasnt

it isnt 

       nobody put a gun to their head an told them to fuck with their wives without protection BUT IT FEELS SO MUCH BETTER 

Yah sure  Hows your upcoming fatherhood feel

he fucked a pregnant attorney in her highrise soundproof office Thank Gawd

he fucked a neighbour in her garden they tore up all her radishes No. Don’t worry, don’t worry. I planted them for me. He won’t miss them. He doesn’t like radishes. 

she tasted like earth and radishes and root vegetables he could have made a stew out of her and ladled her into his bowl for dinner every night until he had eaten every speck of her

he fucked his boss' wife as she leaned over the cradle of her five month old who had three other children each just about a year apart

                    she never took it from behind she had never sucked cock she had never been gone down on she never came before

she had four children 

she never came before

his boss tore up the garden he planted in their backyardhe wanted a garden badly but lived in an apartment  Don’t come around here anymore  that was all he said about it. 

his wife was Catholic

he figured she asked her husband for forgiveness 

                                                     and forgiving her saved his boss from him beating him senseless beating him black and blue  if either he grew a pair and threw down but more apt an on account that his boss gave his wife five children but never gave her an orgasm    

he overheard him in the office  I always come first, before her or her children. I'm the man of the house.

had he been incensed enoughbeen on a bender known on occasion to get bent hedve fucked his boss and his wifes St Paul of the Cross Father

                     but that would have required copious copious amounts of liquorCOPIOUS he held his liquor and some serious drugs

so his Boss and the Priest were safe

safe for the time being

she felt terrible she said 

she hadnt told her boyfriend she was pregnant yet

Thats tough whadaya gonna do about it  

I haven’t decided.

before she met her boyfriend they were fuck buddies fuck buddies in the sense that she contacted him when she wanted him and he was cool with fucking her in cemeteries fucking her on graves of the recently departed
the earth still raw
still unsettled

he had no idea what that was about they didnt talk about it 

she liked it

he was getting laid

I have an idea she said You could help me.

How can I help you with your pregnancy

she took him to her Greek Orthodox Church Assumption couldnt have been more perfect he had to laugh he fucked her on a hardwood pew her taut caramelcoloured body upturned tits under flickering votive candles AMEN was too delicious to behold and be held and writhed and he absently fingered tore out pages from the Bible under her head 

then he flipped her over 

the acoustics were as intense as her flickering body

afterwards  outside she laughed she had grabbed the damaged Bible as they left one of the loosened pages was Psalm 91

You gotta hear this.

Id rather not  You know I dont beli . . 

. . No, no. You gotta hear this, it’s crazy, I won’t read the whole thing, I promise; this is nuts.

Then crazy me  nuts me

she grabbed him by the earsyanked his head to her and kissed him hard he thought she might have busted his lip but that was alright

she laughed I don’t know what love is, but I think you’re nails dragged down its chalkboard.

she always talked like that

So, this is too much; too much. Psalm. Ninetyone. 

                                                   He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in Him I will trust."

I think we just abided under His shadow.

Youre crazy

he held her hand as they walked in the street beneath the ambercoloured haloes of street lights alternating left right left sides of the street between grass hellstrip and front lawns that lay before flickering bluelighted windows  the occupants watching television

I think I’m having this baby; and I may pretend it's yours.

Having a baby aint pretending Having a baby is life-altering Frankly mind-altering

I think I’m having it.

                                            months later he met the women he fell in love with and married

Jailbait leaned over for no apparent reason her puppies nibbling at the seam of her scoopneck blouse

she looked up at himher eyes intense inviting gave her head a quick shake  curlyhair danced at her shoulders 

nice that nymphs were still made for new fairy tales

she smiled  slyly a woman beyond her years    

                                              and that was too bad too bad she couldnt have spent more time with Childhood it was clippedshortened curt  by no means had he any intentions of discovering why which didnt mean he wasnt curious but the bug bites and when it does the itch demands scratching naturally  it cant be helped 

she pursed her lips Wait for it relaxed her mouth then softly touched her upper lip with the tip of her tongue then it returned to the warm moist chalice behind her even white teeth
he ddnt have to wait 

Hey, mister. she almost purred 

                                   he almost lost that she posed a booted foot raised stepping on the seat of the utilitarian bench at the bus stop 

Excuse me, mister.

Yes

a silent conversation between eyes  their senses

I dont think so

It’ll be fun.

It would beno doubt

You don’t like fun?

I love fun I love puppies he pointed discretely at her aureole crescents And oddly  Im flattered  But I think you ought to play on your own playground kids your own age

But Daddy . .

                 she pouted

Daddys and pouts are particularly enticing

*   *   *

What are you doing?    

Man  Im just takin this in lookin

Lech!                                                                                                                                     

Why dont you save your breath this isnt going anywhere  She Hey mistered me Thats on her

You shouldn’t’ve looked up at her when she spoke to you . . 

You were there We saw her a halfblock down the street when I looked up out of my book 

You should’t’ve looked.  

Shouldntve looked   Are you out of your tree! I shouldntve look because wha . . Im dead Fuck you Shes putting it out into the world  Im just observing                                                                                                  

She's young enough to be your granddaughter.                                                                                                      

Right If I had a lovechild mebbe  But nobody -- I wasnt stupid – nobodys knocked at my door 

There’s still time, prick.

Prick 

      You might remember youre me Were like talkin in a mirror Whas that dumb playground taunt Aah  Im rubber youre glue  whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you

  

Stucks like cum.

Now youre getting in the spirit  A highend adhesive

You remember? 

Like Id ever forget -- his buddy a roommate in a shared apartment came out of his bedroom  a wadded condom stuck to his cheek but he was still too fucked up from the night before to notice its cling at his face -- Christ  Wish I had a camera then Priceless  fuckin priceless A Kodak moment if ever was such a thing not just an ingenious market ploy

But I keep my fingers crossed

*   *   *

Daddys and pouts are particularly enticing

So what do you say, mister?

Cant say Im not tempted but I think Ill leave you to your own playground  acknowledge youre winsome

Winsome? I don’t know what that means.

Hence Your playground

Though you ought to look it up 

Its not derogatory

she smiled  her lips curled up nicely over her teeth   genuine

Ought to look that one up too

he gave her Carlins Have a nice day

                                        and went off down the street                                            

Better

Shouldn’t’ve looked up.

1722,  Sunday,  23  6. 19

1111,  Saturday,  29  6. 19

Pepper  Your Face  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDJ5ACt3gi4 

Point and Shoot  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqYHAxmOW1U 

George Carlin  Have a Nice Day  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X0MDBqyYZQ

       five 2X4s

                  he felt anxious violated when he saw five upright 2X4s in his backyard   

he went to take a leak and looking out the bathroom window into his yard he saw them at the apricot tree beneath limbs that laboured under its fruit

he rented his placehe paid to borrow  he always paid to borrow

Owning Owing wasnt his thing

he didnt want the responsibilitythe obligation 

                                                and frankly he could never afford the benchmarkthe exorbitant down payment to acquire a thirty-year mortgage talk about entitlement
Thirty Years

it seemed audacious to him that he dare assume hed be alive in thirty years he imagined someone marrying committing for thirty-years  Thirty-years of For better or for worse For richer or for poorer In sickness and in health

one would have to be out of their mindtheir freaking mind that they wouldnt slip  or be slipped  for a myriad of reasons 

ah sweet L O V E

L O V E  

             L O V E is a four-letter word for S E X dig four-lettered wordsyah 

Nevermind he wandered high an wide of his point 

                                                        his rented acquisition  his apricot tree  Their apricot tree

there had been a fence between him and his backyard neighbour but it went down months ago during winter winds

he understood his neighbour was helpful he could have stabbed the 2X4s in the ground rather than his landlords but who needs a helpful neighbour  Really at least not until the Zombie Apocalypse  maybe he didnt know maybe his neighbor took pity on the apricot decided to intervene without him

intervene interventions

he wasnt one to intervene  No 

                                 he didnt seek to benefit whose benefit? an apricot or a human being 

if one hadnt or refused their druthers  who was he to step into their coursetheir life and imposedemand that they accept his perceptions of them   their lives

an apricot is easy 

                    although why would a tree grow an abundance of fruit that would tear a limb off 

it didnt strike him as probable

he imagined it a being in a natural habitat  growing according to its whims  or way

he preferred wild things  feral

he was disinclined to cull or push his way  demand its perception be his

likewise he conferred the same on human beings

if he wanted to live his life on his terms why would he think someone else didnt aspire in kind 

They don’t know any better!

Are they retards

                 Arent they entitled to live their lives without manipulation  without interference

How many junkies died a spike still in their arm or leg after interventions after being coerced

of course he also didnt want to see anyone on the street jackedup heldup strungup on 2X4s artificial means of Xtension  the artificial means of bullying
                                           every time he went to the bathroom to relieve himself he burdened himself
the 2X4s were coming down

if the limb survived the fruit 

                             in the Fall when the tree went dormant hed prune it 

but not until it had survived its stress

he had hoped the Stress wouldnt be too much 

                                                 although 

                                                            after all 

                                                                      an apricot is a plant                        

plants dont exhibit intelligence

                                          like do-gooders who prefer their righteousness over anothers right to self

morning,  Thursday,  27  6. 19