13.7.19


an older woman entered the crowded waiting room through the opaque glass door hurryup  make your appointed time  and Wait. 

hed looked up out of his book took a quick gander around the room the only unoccupied seat was a straightback wood chair  he saw her head towards it

Excuse me maam he stood Why dont you sit here I think this chair might be more comfortable

No thank you, young man. I’d prefer that chair. 

she moved slowly on a cane an none too steady

Here he moved to her  may I help you

You don’t have to.

I dont but if I can be of help Im happy to help

Then, yes, please, that would be nice; you’re very swee . . 
. . Stop  Yadont know me Im not sweet

It’s sweet you’re offering me help.

That aint sweet  I just dont want my maw to materialise and slap me around for not being courtesy polite  a gentleman

he took her armsteadying her as she let go of her quadcane covered her mouth with her hand and laughed


recovering she said  Mothers have that skill.

Skill my ass Thats black magic shit
                                      she laughed even harder into her hand 

Oh my, you're terrible!

Yah Terribly true

Stop, please, I keep laughing like this I won’t make it to the chair.

Pee right here on the floorhuh

Oh my, you are terrible; yes still through her hand right here on the floor.

Gimme a secondlemme roll up my pantlegs

STOP!

he firmed his grip on her hand also taking her by the elbow 

Better

You’re hushing up?

Hushing


in silence they covered the last sixseven feet to the chair 

he turned her to the aisle and helped her sit in the ladderback chair  Youre sure you prefer this chair

Yes. I do. Thank you so very much. she stood the cane beside her right knee out of the aisle  Truth but known, I do.

Youre welcome


Hmm truth be known That sounds like a story

Not much of a story.

I like tales too Tails Quickies

her mouth gaped open then closed in a smile You know you are absolutely terrible? 

Terrible Awful My maws always calling me awful  he held his hands upimploring Its innate I cant help myself Anif I did I wouldnt have as much fun as I do Youre having fun yah

still smiling she shook her head I am, though I don’t suppose I should . . 
. . Not gentlewomanly Dont sweat that We should always try to have fun

I am having fun.



An so

So?

Im waiting on your Truth be known

Ohmy, yes, I did say, didn’t I?

Wha Now youre losing your mind 

her hand went to her mouth again to stifle her laughter  You’re . . 
. . Awful Spit that line outsee how it feels in your mouth

You’re awwwful.

Atta girl whadaya think

I think I like it.

My maw uses nothing but

I may too.

Please I told her to copyright it but she never got around to it

You’re awwwful.

See Natural



he shook his head You are losing your mind

Stop. I am not. 

I was catching my breath.

Right


What was I saying?

he laughed 
             Good timing

she smiled
             Truth be known

Yes Truth  Please

I don’t like the upholstered chairs in here, like the one you offered.

No

No. Not at all.

Hard to get up out of

Not too hard, no.


I’m vain, I suppose.

Vain Whadoes vanity have to do with an upholstered chair

I don’t like what it does to my arms.

Your arms

Whadoes it do to your arms

she pushed at her upper arm with her fingers  See?

See

See how funny the skin is? Thin. Crepe-papery. Wrinkly. The upholstery exacerbates, exaggerates it; and I don’t like that.

he nodded sympathetically

I don’t like it, no. Seems to say to me, that me, my skin, is becoming nothing more than a wrapping; I’m no longer an integral package, or of substance, a substantial being.

I am.


I can appreciate that

Truth be known

But yaint an old dog if you were you wouldntve learned Youre awful

she smiled
            It’s pronounced awwwful.

Look at you trying to teach me 
                                 You like music

1252,  Friday,  7  6. 19
1234,  Reggae Friday,  12  7. 19
Kendrick Lamar  Pussy and Patron  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tupb87ahm6M




he was looking for a virgin
                          NOT a traditional virgin just a girl who wasnt tatted up the yinyang because he understood a yin and a yang could be tatted if they could stay in one place long enough for the tatter to work

not a tramp stamp at their spine sleeves running up their arms blackwork trash polka

no

a virgin

just good oldfashioned uninked skin girl

fresh scrubbed

pink

brown 

latte  

mocha


clear skin

feral

not like an axed forests stumps and stones pulled earth split by draft horses dragging plows

1204,  Thursday,  11  7. 19


Mr Pence Mr Pence  Mr Pence    Mr Vice-President sir What biblical parable would you cite to explain or edify the vulgar imprisonment of these Hispanics an imprisonment your administration has enabled  and codified



Mr. Pence?  apparently pencive

0027,  Saturday,  13  7. 19  

12.7.19



if yawanna happy life his script forge it if you have to take the slivers and slices life offers


he watched a hawk play hanky-panky on the invisible thermals overhead on the frighteninglystark blue sky

he or she glided effortlessly like water flowing between stones and reed and cattails

the hawk dippedturned raced away like a honed blade through flesh
almost disappearing

                       then rolled up on their belly in a graceful arch like the hollow behind a womans knee into the vast bluer distance behind them where frothy white sensuous cotton clouds built to the heavens 
an right then an there

mesmerised

                it wouldnt have been a bad time to die


1338,  Saturday,  1  6. 19
1434 (234),  Thursday,  11  7.19


he was taken aback

he liked to think he wasnt the only one truly  

but he didnt have empirical evidence  and wouldnt    

so all he could hope for was that someone else might share his awarenesshis sensitivity  

not that hed hold his breath 

he couldnt say how many times he removed a dead crushed squirrel skunk bird from a road

each and every time it angered him 

careless human beings

selfish

seemed things had to turn around themaccommodate them  they couldnt find it in themselves to slow down or stop to save an animals life an earthling



he hadnt been on that stretch of road for a week

approaching the stop sign he watched a parchment thin carcass waft cross the road and settle near the dirt graveled shoulder

he swung wide of it in case the wind shiftedhe didnt want to be a part of its mutilation

a big opossum isnt rendered flat without other mutilations


he stoppedput the car in PARK applied the emergency brake turned the emergency flashers on and got out of it

a car rolled up behind him

he ignored it

he went around behind his car and over to the shoulder the driver tapped his horn he grabbed the remains by the tail and dragged it to a chainlink fence and wedged it under its serrated bottom the driver tapped his horn again he had no idea the blind could drive 
                  the driver exhorted something through his parted window then accelerated left around his cars rear end only to have to slam on his brakes as another car made a righthand turn off the thoroughfare they also had to slam on their brakes to avoid a head-on collision

the exhorting driver glared  then realised he had to back up  his jaws gnashedspewed gibberish  gibberish because he wasnt listening as he crossed again behind his car and carefully steppedavoiding the right-turning car and getting back inside his

he turned off his emergency flashers released his brake put the car in gear and signaled a lefthand turn

the driver behind him came up close on his bumper and laid on his horn 

he glanced into his rearview mirror made eye contact flipped him off as he made his left 

Aaah
     he almost felt sorryNOT when the driver accelerated after himblowing the STOP and got T-boned by a thoroughfare driver who veered right to sling behind his ass rather than slow down

it was a tremendous collusion


he left it to them to sort it out if either driver were conscious


1126,  Friday,  31  5. 19
1247,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  7. 19

11.7.19



every legit city park should have one 
                                      a big freakin clock an Xclamation stabbed in the malls grass standing proudlypronouncing Time a challenge to the slender silver flag pole where the United States flag flies beneath it the State of California or whatever city and state the clock informs

it loomed over his left shoulder

he sat on a nearly ergonomic steel park bench

which was a pleasure

he had ridden more park benches than he cared to admit 

it was genuinely nice to ride it in daylight beneath the shade cast by onehundred year old cedars somebody saw into the future

he looked up to the clockfaceHuh no secondhand  not that a secondhand was necessary it was just one other thing to watch to realise life drifting by
                                 that was one of many facets of mindfulness he held  held and didnt need a fone application to remind him ya cant fuckin be mindful on your own then ya got some real problems – aint nobody that busy – they just think they are – although he couldnt be confident thinking wandered its way into the equation


looking up he caught the minutehand lurch from thirteen minutes to fourteen minutes  an unmitigated pleasure . . kind of like a happy burp in a womans blouse a button undone sharing a discreet sidelong glance at her firm breast and gentle nipple Thank you and the burp remains long enough for him to appreciate her revealed aureole crescent



he sat back and smiled

thats happened to him before

encouraged him to spark up a conversation 

read either her reticence or cautious encouragement

cant help but want to water a plant to see if as a pair you can make it grow  blossom




how some might not see that in the workings of a mechanical armature   he did 

he always saw more in things that werent readily apparent  a soft yielding fold in a cotton cornflowerprint blouse sifting . . it wasnt so different or distant from the clockface . . a happy twitch  a subtle slip

if he saw why wouldnt he want everyone to see

to seeto recognise is a simple pleasure 
                                         An simple pleasures man simple pleasures are something to get worked up over    
                                                  

1726, Twosday,  28  5. 19
1141,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  7. 19                                                                          



a true Stable Genius  equals   Cruelty  make no mistake

1629,  Thursday,  11  7. 19


there are thighs
                   then there are thighs
                                            and then there are tawny thighs firm athletic  young

he caught a glimpse when he looked up out of his book

she was perched like a small bird on top a ladderback bus stop bench her feet danced happily beneath her on its seat

she had earplugs danced to the music in her head  

he dug her choreography  rather he dug when she kicked her legs apart 

short skirt

she wasnt thinking

but musics like a drug

it makes you do things you wouldnt ordinarily do or rather  magnifies things you would

she was oblivious

Geeesuschrist rose out of his throat



there are thighs
                   then there are thighs
                                            and then there are tawny thighs firm athletic  young

an then theres the magiclandthe carafe held between them


Heres spit in your eye buddy  he laughed to himself

he returned to his book

he hoped her life would always be as happy as the music and her dancing made her in the few heartbeats he witnessed


1314,  Friday,  31  5. 19
1321,  Thursday,  11  7. 19

Kendrick Lamar  Spiteful Chant  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISFUG005Flg


the FAKE PRESIDENT tweeted “Could you imagine having Sleepy Joe Biden, or @AlfredNeuman99 or a very nervous and skinny version of Pocahontas (1000/24th), as your President, rather than what you have now, so great looking and smart, a true Stable Genius! Sorry to say that even Social Media would be driven out of business along with, and finally, the Fake News Media!”   

reading the tweet his takeaway was Drumpf is in decline . . he used to refer to himself as “an extremely stable genius” 

apparently that heyday is gone he cant usurp extremely with true – because hes not

Magic mirror on the wall, whoo’s the fairest of them all . .

                                                               such is delusion

1042, Thursday,  11  7. 19

10.7.19




You don’t know who that is?

People keep asking me that.
                               he roaredlaughing at that exchange bit of dialogue out of Thin Air 

the reason was because more times than he could count he was that person who replied People keep asking me that

popular culture celebrities up-an-coming social events  celebrity-endorsed products didnt mar his surface
consumers bought into that crap 

he wasnt a consumer   

occasionally for shits and giggles he responded to computer prompts the lil fuckin troll it can be and viewed America’s Top 25 personalities to see if he was still on his game
You don’t know who that is?

the first  No 
the second  No  
the third  No fourth No
an on an on 
             he hadnt lost a step  he guessed three times was right once

his pride rejuvenated 

his ignorance bliss
                    what he ignored so not to interrupt exploring what he wanted to know

he was a curious motherfucker a curious bricklayer erecting an edifice 
                                                                          not a house of cards


You don’t know who that is?

No 
    an I dont wanna know anymore than I want anyone knowing who I am

I only need to know who I am  

                           bit of advise

                                                       know yourself


0800,  Friday,  5  7. 19
1057,  Twosday,  9  7. 19



he caught a quipNo thats not right a clip  online  an advertisement for whaAlexa Siri Cortana one of those plastic-canned voice-borrowing intelligence that people seemingly want to interact with 
                                                                        Lock your fuckin door before you leave homedont leave it to a machine to cover your back Go home  What else are you going to leave to a machine


too bad one cant inoculate against them a vaccine a blue sugar cube  as there was for polio no Salks and Sabins vaccines also for diphtheria tetanus pertussis mumps  measles chicken pox as a kid neighbourhood mothers dragged their children over to an infected kids house to get them infected . . get that shit over and done with


AI

shortcuts for everythinghuh

acronyms

he called them by their proper name  Artificial Intelligence  he belaboured conversations by refusing their nicknames 
They aint human Aint getting me to use a nickname

You’re such a pain in the ass, man.

An Ill be keeping my ass an my pain Aint uploading my consciousnessmy shit into an android or sleeve to stroll around the block

No you won’t. You’ll be dead before that happens.

Thank Gawd and the horse an whores he rode in on


no AI for him Artificial Intelligence 
                                     he knew of a woman named Ai (“ai” or “I” or “eye”) an hed be gawddamned if he was going to minimise her proper name  there wasnt a thing about her that was artificial she made his skin perspire his breath quicken his dick grow rock hard  

she was a guilty pleasure

he couldnt remember how he found her online Oh-eight Oh-nine she was sixteenseventeenOH MY GAWD  it was probably a random clip HAquip that caught his eye damn near ripped it out of his skull
                                                                         Ai was a guilt pleasure
then she was accessible swimsuit model  lingerie

that hasnt changed 

but now youtube enforces Sign in to confirm your age This video may be inappropriate for some users 

he quit entering  rather he clicked pages  click  click   click click click   click There all the pages werent safeguarded

he didnt know why he referred to her as a guilty pleasure what was guilty about a sensual look at her eyes voluptuous young woman in a swimsuit think: Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue or in bra and panties posed  she was a model she never posed naked thats what he liked about her videos  she engaged his imagination 

occasionally she spoke

he didnt speak Japanese she didnt speak English but – on his side of the screen -- he got what she meant  the inflection in her voice

like her body

Ai was a natural envoy 


a natural envoy
                                          who smiled coquettishly brightly  on his envoyeurism

1247,  Thursday,  13  6. 19
1457,  Twosday,  9  7. 19