28.5.20


the presidents executive order today targets Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act

let me repeat  Communications Decency
                                           funny how it is appropriate or alright for him to lie to be cruel to be indecent  then he get his pretty panties in a bunch when his lies and distortions and inaccuracies are revealed pointedly

Donald J. Trump is a piece of shit
1625,  Thursday,  28  5. 20  



INcarcerated is not INcapacitated

the two balls dont weigh the same 
                                      INcap outweighs INcar and it was INcaps weight that really tipped himpulled him out of alignment


if he had a choice

                        he did if he were to admit it  

he had assumed being INcarcerated



INcarcerated provided that he could remain mobileon his own feet it allowed him to keep moving  as his old man always said Its harder to hit a moving target MISSED still moving  though he cant shed the target on hisback MISSED


being INcapacitated would demand he sit still and take what it dished out

INcapacitated would make him an easy target
                                                  easier to victimise   

unknown to some sorry clueless souls they were BIG easy marks despite the flush of faux superiority painting their cheeks

the only nice thing he might say about flushfaced narcissists was that their blood collected in their heads which made them wonderful bloodballoons
                                when he slammed them with his fists SLAM their thinned skin split juicy  so fuckin juicy 
as he said easy marks

bloodblind they aint fighting backthey flee 
                                             but fleeing and bloodblind he laughed as they tripped over their feet anif they dont trip over their Bozoshoes he obliged them tripped them they aint going anywhere they splashed on the pavement  they kissed and slicked the grass insects Ooohed an Aaahed a feast prepared an set before them they munch happily WOW Narcissistzinged  Deelish
                                              the bugs stamped their feet with appreciation

Okay  low bar as that may be  Life has always been an opportunist  It gratefully subsumes and subsists

he was happy to obligeto indulge it HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY  he glommed onto Ren and Stimpy celebration their cartoon authority had always been more true to him  and transcendental



terribly he willfully accepted being INcarcerated 

                                                        but more terrible unwillingly she had been INcapacitated

1111,  Friday,  17  1. 20
1024,  Thursday,  28  5. 20

$103 K


Yah 103K  killed
                     memorialising

no president of the United States has ever let so manyfuckin many deaths happen in America without acknowledging them

flying a Chinese-made American flag at halfmast for three days over the Memorial Day weekend aint shit
                                                                                                                though one might have to concede it KILLED two birds with one stone


Trump is a piece of shit an extreme white sociopath
                                                       nothing to read into that 
Yes
     he was accusing Trump of racismaccusing him of being a lesser human being which the bottom rung of white America hardily identifies with


black Americans were dying disproportionately
                                                   no word the only words coming out of his mouth are that hes a victim in all of this


he was tired of hearing it


maybe if the piece of shit fell from a Washington building like Russian physicians who challenged Putin fell out of windows in Russia
                     maybe maybe  maybe hed feel for his family
he was lying

hed have nothing for them
                            Nothing

thats how tapped out he was by this criminal living in the White House

1922,  Thursday,  28  5. 20



political theatre


thats all hes got left


his credible wandered away like un unfed dog

We’re here (I’m here) today to defend free speech (and my right to unfettered lying) from one of the gravest dangers (Yah  existential for him) it has faced in American history, frankly. A small handful of powerful social media monopolies control the vast portion of all private and public communications in the United States.

Oh blow me on secondthought the First Lady can blow me he couldnt remember if she was Ivanka or Melaniatheir names confused him
                       Fuck it they could both blow him

Twitter ought to just delete his account 
                                          let’im tread water let’im find something else to do with his fingers

let’im write a Letter to the Editor    
                                      his hands ought to be full contending with coronavirus

1457,  Thursday,  28 5. 20



Happy Millennium!


you only get to write that once
                                and he did at 0229 January One Twothousand

hes transcribing but he has the original textthe cahier 


he wrote for himself with his eyes cast to the future for his daughters and if they decided to have children his grandchildren
               it did creep into his skull that his grandchildren might be idiotsmight be told what they could or couldnt do that they might be illiteratecouldnt write or read  they wouldnt need towould they
                                                                                           a creeping suspicion like a vile slinking insect crossing his face neck and throatdown his back  that he couldnt kill because he was boundtied tight an expendable prisoner
                       not that he would ever be hed die first that wasnt bravado  some things are worth dying for
Nationalistic coke pops or venous heroin arent



he wrote
           . . it seems that this first missive of the century in which Ill die is going to have to be the first of a series of notebooks cahiers that I can only hope will survive me

two large cahiers Ive written are now missing

two large portions of my life

which goes to show – someone need not die to lose their life
                                                                mourning isnt for the dead 

mourning is that portion of you that you hope they take with them  and remember

portions shared together
                           that will be shined on walls the way they were remembered by fallible human memory
like facets cut on a gem or prism


theyve died
             but they breathed in rememberers faces and are only kept alive by their stories being told and also understanding that they can no longer tell the stories they remember of you
                                                                                and therefore pieces of you have also died


I would like to think that my missing cahiers will be restoredreturned

but we often want things we cant have

0229,  1  1. 2000
1542,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  27  5. 20

27.5.20



Gawddamn itd be tough to read in candlelight
                                                   maybe if he had a Lincoln fireplace in Indiana and his gumption . . though  reward for gumption can get ya shot in the head or worse


anyway daylight failing outofdoors he bookmarked his page with a Rexall receipt for a box of rubbers and Switzer black licorice

the pharmacist loved him  she said

she dug that he thought to buy rubbersdug his choice of brand which was a tease  he purchased them on her recommendation the first time he bought from her he asked hercountering her question which make he preferred
Which one do you like

the sternness in her eyes faded

he read the nametag affixed to her breast Dolores please when you have a moment could you sell me some prophylactics

Prophylactics? So formal. Condoms?

Yes  Please 

Which brand would you like?

What brand do you like

                                  his question hung lustily in the air between them

Which do I like? she thought she said it under her breath

Yes Which condom feels best to you

she blushed  her colour corresponding nicely with her palegreen tunic

Colour looks good on you Dolores

she looked down from the elevated Pharmacy platform – which always made the pharmacists look so damn superior and beyond reproach made them appear like the Great and Powerful Oz a curtain did hang across the doorway at the rear of their station hiding their surplus
                                           You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you? A real smooth operator.

he smiled coyly Whatever do you mean


she felt a warmth between her legs

she never felt that warmth before while working  she was working

she eyed the young man still in high schoolprobably half her age  what she could do . . the warmth went to wetness . . Stop she thought  Dolores stop . . Which condom feels best to you still whispered in her ear purred like a cats breath a soft nuzzle a ticklish feather 
                               almost mesmerised  Feels best to me?

Yes Dolores What is your brand I wanna drive my date nuts Anyoull excuse me for saying so but you look like you know a bit of something about nuts

You’re driving me nuts. it was out before she could curb it

he smiled larger wolfish
                           then let the fish off the hook My Maw calls me charminga real charmer Im often curious if I get it from her or my Dad  Theyre a pair

Maw took Dolores down a mite
                                 Your mother’s an insightful woman.

Dont I know it I agree She is  Im a feminist because of her I learn something new every daya new perception from her about women Although she may not know Im taking leads off her instructionsgarnering an education I couldnt find anywhere else That said I see exceptional women denied and muzzled every day by men who assume they know betterthey know better for a woman than she knows for herselfHorseshit Men believe themselves entitled when the only thing they really have going for them is that they were born with a cock thoughnot necessarily a swing cock between their legs

Im sorry to say a majority of them give mister a bad name an thereby soiling me 

Dolores’ heat that held began to heating up an she honestly thought she could fuck him  she didnt usually think about fuckin there were her children her husband job that sudden long straight freeway seemingly without exits that compelsimpels one to lay on the gas and hurtle so no distractions either left or right are seen except as blurs blurred others and other then not in ones lane or orbit
                                                   she hurtledshe was consumed day to day week to week month to month  as did most around her
                                   seemed like only yesterday she met her husband at a dance in a basement an afterwards wanted to get away to make love somewhereanywhere

but after the dance he took her home like a gentleman should but didnt leave until they made a date to see each other againSoon

parting he gave her a tender kiss on her doorstep
                                                      and stepping downbacking away he smiled Mebbe I’ll see you around school Monday. and still backing away he missed a step on the sidewalkstumbled lost his balance and fell down on his back on the front lawn

Smooth

a bit flustered he rosehe laughed outloud Dolores he said  I hope you’re falling for me too.

she gave him a huge winning smile but didnt answer

he was so  so thoughtful he wasnt the best looking boy she ever saw but his personality made up for it that made him POP
      she wanted to make love to him


it took her a long time before she ever thought of fucking her husband
                                                                          then this kid comes along and makes her think of fucking


his mother created a monster



2202,  Monday,  13  1. 20
1254,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  27  5. 20
Ben Harper  Excuse Me Mister  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVNQyJyDAaA


You didn’t?

I did

You wrote that Trump’s base would suck up his attack against Twitter, his right to the freedom of speech, an as president he wasn’t going to allow Twitter censure him . . you wrote his base would suck it up like biscuits an gravy?

Yah  Aint nothing wrong with that  I love biscuits an gravywho doesnt

But . . suck it up?

Yah I didnt call em deplorables

Jesus.
1644,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  27  5. 20



hed been putting this piece off every time it resurfaced after he buried it in sheaves of pages

it seemed he wasnt in the right place in his head  to negotiate it
it was the last Christmas hed have with his daughter


             today 



within a stones throw of Christmas Christmas had been just another day for him since his daughters left home and his wife died

he refused to be a celebrant 

commercially or religiously

as B B wrote the Thrill is gone


he remembered the Christmas Sears catalogue when he was a boy

it was a kick flipping through the slick glossy pages at toys that appealed to himHA as laterhe recalled when he flipped through girlie magazineYES without the hard-on

he kneweven then as he looked that they were only temptations  unreal    ads

he became inured to advertising
                                   water off a ducks back
it didnt make him curious

together they were handmaids witnesses to his vow  always need over want


over the years he hadnt satisfy many wants  

very few bubbled up through the heavy organic mud of his need

need is fertile loam
                     he planted seeds in it tended the seedlings recognised that mortality was built into it and not everything was going to flourish

he sought improvements
                        not perfection

nothing man or woman touched would ever be perfect

despite the contrary insistence of tyrannical big brands




his daughter texted him she could no longer speak she turned her fone so he could read it  :  :  Dad. What would you like for Christmas?

Ohbaby youre so sweet he looked her in the eyeshis eyes tearing up Nothing or no one can give me what I wantwhat I really want

Thank you very much for asking

she began to weep too

she nodded


Ill take a kiss though

                          they smiled through their tears

0802,  Monday,  23  12. 19
1149,  Twosday,  26  5. 20
B B King  The Thrill is Gone  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpC69qIe02E  


She saidWho said She saidWhos she
                                          Shesah White House press secretary numberfour Kayleigh McEnamy 

Ah   Continue 

Ms. McEnany defended the president saying the theoryWait the president had a theory thats sketchy a theory is usually conceivedlaboured over for considerable time derived after extensive thought   

Lemme finish  Ms. McEnany defended the presidentHidin behind Mommies skirt  Woudja let me finish . .


Ms. McEnany said the theory . . Nothing   Im listenin
                                                         She said the conspiracy theory regarding the death of a former aideShe has a name Yes Her name Her name is Lori Klausutis Thank you Everyone deserves their name Please continueexcuse my interruption

Thank you   Ms. McEnany said the conspiracy theory regarding Mrs. Klausutis’ death a former aide to MSNBC anchor Joe Scarborough which the president tweeted was not “an original Trump thought”

An original Trump thought

Yes

I have to hand it to her

Excuse me

Yes McEnany knows of what she speaks

How

Frankly I find it unlikely that either she or Trump have had an original thought in their lives They regurgitate It is curious however that they can regurgitate without looking vile despite the vileness that passes out of their mouths
Thats talentreal talent

1052,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  27  5. 20 


Minority House leader Kevin McCarthy (and a group of 20 unnamed House Republicans) have a lot of balls assaulting the Democrats new proxy voting system

McCarthy whines “It is a brazen violation of the Constitution, a dereliction of our duty as elected officials, and would silence the American’s people’s voice during a crisis.”

he thinks the caveat to McCarthys statement is “during a crisis”
                                                                    because there is no question that Congressional Republicans have been derelict in their duty as elected officials and have abysmally failed their oath to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States
                                               or approximating McCarthy words brazenly violating the Constitution

if the Constitution were a woman shed be screaming RAPE!

1013,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  27  5. 20

26.5.20


Shove over, woudja? his Mojo yanked up the covers and almost climbed into bed onto his lap Christ . . pleased you're still sleeping naked.
Move it over, bro.

Give me a momenta moment

A moment's relative, ya oughta fly, I’m back.

Yah  Wharya been

Miss me? he puckered up asif he expected a kiss

his Mojo was as irreverent as he

he grabbed his cock Yawanna kiss Kiss this

Mojo grabbed his cock Ya really wanme to kiss it, or the horde I’ve brought with me?

Wha

Horde.

Ya brought me back sumptin

I understood your NMI’s lackin, word on the street; which I’ll add, you put out.

Nuthins sacred

Your utterance, your word.

Yah yah  I was a bit frustrated  Usually I close my eyes an theyre lined up  Me Me  Me first   Oohme
They havent been inspired

Your cock’s been uninspired.

Runs on steam  hydraulics I dont stoke the furnace lack of inspirations on me

Certainly is, laying fat on your belly.

Ya neednt be graphic

Ain’t graphic, honest . . right?


Yahright

Thought you might say so.


That said, I’ve brought a horde, a gaggle, an oiled SlipnSlide, a fille bon apetit maou maoumaou, munchanaloralur-clit, from dizzying heights to primordial mud, I command those who would satisfy your whim, your desiresuddenly the bed groaned with unseen weightthe covers chattering like a deep pond its surface scattered with handfuls of peddles an off each exclamation point thrown up by the water a breathless passionate whispervoice cryin Me please, me  Please me
an orgy divvied between him an Mojo 
                                        Wait. No. I’ve had mine, I'm stuffed. I brought this consummate bevy for you.

they were backthey crowded around his legs groped hands at his thighs pawing his cock small fingers splayed at his belly his cock growing turgid it desiringhungry to be felt pulled tugged taken sucked enveloped
                                                                                                    then at the foot of his bed he spied a young girl shoulderlength hairthe colour of crushed blueberries spun in cream and glistening moist brightblue lips big eyes blue  euphoticblue fractured with electric coyblue light

hed seen her before
                      though always at the edge of thingsunfocused watching  fondling her clitpinching her nipples clutching her breastsher flesh plumped between her fingers her scent her aroma arousing but unwillingso it seemed to approach nearer 

they made fuzzy eyecontact

she followed this timecrawled up the bed passing through the twiningsplayed orgasmic bodies emergingemerging  emerging until she sat straddling his chesther pussy leaking  smiling   happy
Finally. she said

Finally

Yes.

I didnt think . .
. . Think what?

Think  youd want to be with me

You think too much, or why didn’t you think I would be here and not want to be with you?
                                                                                               before he could answer she leaned forward and kissed him deeplyher lipstick smearing her tongue flitting flitting then deep then sucking his tongue 
        then leaning backher face like glass he could see himself the brightblue smeared on his mouth and looking beneath the glass he saw her pert teenage tits and looking furthurdown her pussy weeping making glass of its own on his belly
          he went to sit upshe planted her hands on his chest No  No  a hushed third No that sounded more like a butterfly wing brushing the air as she slipped down his body and took him in her mouth 
                                                                                              a brightblue slick down his ribs and belly

                    the night just beginning                     
0004 & 0716 & 0831,  Twosday,  26  5. 20
1347,  Twosday,  26  5. 20

Iggy Pop  Sistermidnight  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAiQZGDmVXg