Trumps attacks antifa a boogeyman strawmanhe threatens to declare it a terrorist organisation yet says nothingignores the involvement of far-Right organisations in demonstrations and murder committed by the Boogaloo movement https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gfzfwovyouo

Niiice

           a whitey president providing cover for white terrorist organisations

Daddy would be so proud

1925,  Twosday,  23  6. 20

Christ, Uncle Joe, you oughta buy yourself some new underwear.

Cryinoutloud baby I didnt mean for you to fold my clothes I asked if I could throw some clothes in with yours if you were going to do some laundry Im big enough to fold my own It didnt occur to me you might

There are holes in your, ah hum, underwear.

In my briefs

Who wears those anyways?

Me Jockeys Wearinem all my life

I’m just saying . . 

. . Youre saying your generation doesnt

No they don’t.

Their choice

But the holes? Why wouldn’t you buy new underwear?

Are they big holes or small holes

Small holes.

An my blue jeans  I have holes in my blue jeansdon I

You do.

So Can we agree that holes in some things donnecessarily mean they cant perform the function theyre meant to do

Okay.

Okay

Yes. We can agree.

Fine Then Ill promise you this the next time I have a doctor appointment or Im going out on a date and have a shot in hell of gettin into her pants Ill buy new underwear he winked Theyre shabby but they get the job done

An usually no one is the wiser or a wisenheimer

1354,  Monday,  14  1. 19

1043,  Twosday,  23  6. 20

how low can you go

originally he thought no one could go lower than the president he didnt imagine Barr

theres a limbo dance to witness https://www.msnbc.com/all-in/watch/-smells-rancid-sen-whitehouse-on-trump-s-dismissal-of-sdny-u-s-attorney-85785669970

                                                 Aww whadahell toss in blowjob Pence Stephen havin-a-bad-hair-day Miller Kushner senior WH officials Whadafuck toss em all in  a grand low bar orgy

Wha odds would Vegas give?

1549,  Twosday,  23  6. 20

https://www.thenation.com/article/politics/william-barr-berman-trump/
https://www.democracynow.org/2020/6/22/william_barr_geoffrey_berman_firing 

he was disoriented by the broadcast

when he watched football he muted the commentary preferring music to pronouncements

                                                                                              and particularly to the irritating drone of commercialismthe advertisements the commentators were contracted to joyfully mouth  full of turds and marble

           he didnt want to hear

an ad never – he wasnt fond of using never  but NEVER was too fitting -- an ad never made him want a thing

he thought it was a fools errand however corporations businesses were run by fools indebted and influenced by silvertongued lobbyists who he imagined use their silvertongues at Board cocks scrotums and anuses

                                                                                                           hed been nuzzled it was quite attractive felt reallyreally fuckin good made him want to shit on somebody

his earliest advertising perceptions as a boy  how they disgusted him he could say his hardearned money was worth more to him  he wasnt influenced by wants over needs he never there again never entertained something he wanted over what he needed

                       seemed inane  stupid

an now  watching inside a bar assailed assailedassaulted by its television  he called the bartender over and asked him if he couldnt please ameliorate the TVs volume

maybe he aimed high  he thought another human being would know what the word ameliorate meant

Huh?

Excuse me – he wasnt rude if he didnt have to be  although it was his tendency – could you please killed the audio I dont wannabe told what Im seeing

the bartender muted it 

helter skelter ensued

                      who knew so many people talking to each other also needed to hear what it was that they saw if they looked  they voiced firm opinions which until the sound was killed its mocking hadnt made it known When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride Till I get to the bottom and I see you again the bartender was caught unawares

it was a neighbourhood haunt  he wasnt a regular

                                                      who was he to disrupt their zen

apparently they were willing to throw over their conversations for televised yakking and primped glossy advertisement

PleaseThank youAwful to recognise your irritation isnt comparable to mine  the wheezing incessant drone appeals to you

his speech wasnt going anywhere

he was outnumbered

democracy

he lost his bid

then the muthafuckers didnt even follow the game

they just had to have what they wanted

he wasnt drunk enough yet to outnumber them

these broadcasts must run on an identified frequency subliminal to either arrest or influence desirespretenses to desire among the herd mainstream

                             to somehow make attractive a slightlymoustached teenaged girl pluck Skittles off a teenage boys face and eat them

Christ!  he braced himself to confirm he had Strike Anywhere Ohio Blue Tip matches and quickly ordered two shots and another beer

1525,  Sunday,  13  1. 19

1436,  Monday,  22  6. 20

The Beatles  Helter Skelter  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWW2SzoAXMo  Skittles  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo11mbbo0I0  

he better get this down

                                               rather

get it out of his head

                      get it out of his head when words turn into spiders and spiders turn to women and women turn into sticky unspooling strandsslick in midair then reconfigure again into women once they grapple and hang onto a pillar opposite the one they leapt

                             pillarsHA they were leaping between cocks definitely cocks

words ran across his dreaming eyes they ran asif on a ticker tape in Roman New Times font  they were LIKE ME  LIKE ME  LIKE ME . . which then rolled as LICKE ME  LICKE ME  LICKE ME . . and eventually evolved into LICK ME  LICK ME  LICK ME . . then the words spun into lines and lines engaged and wormed end to end long roiling lines spinning in midair then coalescing into individual masseslines turning in and on themselves and then turning into feline forms freeline drawings and congealing towards a sudden tall dullwhite pillar which hinted Ionic at the left of his dreamed periphery spider monkeys occurred to him the words may even have sounded to him they leapt into the marled coralandlavender space towards an equally indiscrete Ionic pillar that hinted quietly in his right dreamed periphery and in space their forms elongated defying what their mass had been again to freehand scribbles elegant in the void like spidersilk spewed twisting coiling not lapping or knotting reaching reaching discriminating seeking the quiet uninhabited pillar right and making contacttouching reeling their elongated stringy mass onto it anchoring and reconfiguring into feline forms yet again all leaps arrived congealing  reformed they shook the pillar with their collective weight and it swelled and became turgid and sighed with coloured lust and abandon

                                                                                                    he felt his cock harden  twitch  blink  handholds  footholdsfor scampering spider mons pubis  happy  slick  sliding

                                                                                                   he woke with a startnot unpleasant and was surprised his hands werent at his cock

                                                                just the erotic sensations of nibbling kneading short quivering teasing strokes

there are worse ways to wakento feel in a bright yellow morning

got it down

0647 & 1156,  Monday,  22  6. 20

Japanese Breakfast  Boyish  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-aTzPV6vKA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qkuu0Lwb5EM

or maybe thats the reason for the presidents abysmal Tulsa turnout and performance – everything he does is a performance  for effect   without substance

not only a FAKE PRESIDENT but superficial as cheap tissue

anemic

         hide him away hmm bunker  so he cant hurt anyone

1027,  Monday,  22  6. 20

Baha Men  Who Let the Dogs Out

https://www.politico.com/news/2020/06/21/donald-trump-oklahoma-campaign-debacle-333263?nname=playbook&nid=0000014f-1646-d88f-a1cf-5f46b7bd0000&nrid=00000167-851a-d01a-a567-d79e0c9d0000&nlid=630318

he was harsh with himself Whya draggin yer heels man? Shit. Or get off the pot, ya’ve been sidesteppin this piece for weeks.

he wasnt inappropriatefuckin accurate

                                          but while he was he he was still him an he wasnt better than his phantomNo no phantom half he wasnt a spook not a conscience but another facet off the stone out of which he was cut

Bide yer time Dont get yer panties in a bunch him in panties always made him laughcracked him up 

I’m trying to be patience.

My patience is longer than yours

I didn’t name my cock Patience.

I didnt say you did Im sayin be patience In good timegood time

so he bit his tongue always over the top he bit into his tongue and spat blood around him

Provocateur

Sometimes ya gotta dig your spurs in.

We dont ride horses

I wasn’t talking horses.

Whores

That’s my boy. Worry about you sometimes.

Dont worry about me If not me no you

Ouch.

Bitin yer tongue had to hurt worse

Temporary.

              

                                                                everything is temporary

everything believed anchored isnt

temporal

          the reason why we dig in to remember the best we can live the best we can be conscious alert  present

it passes like fine sand through our fingers clutching clutching  nothing held

we are particles

he tried to be a happy particle as best he could

                                                   happy particles though have to suffer too the trick is not to suffer more than being happy

he thought he was doing a good jobthey were doing a good job

Thank you.

As I said If not me no you

I’m just saying thank you. Take it.

Thank you

cinematic auras blinded him

                               their crimsonyellow mornings lavenderpurple evenings  haunting him

he walked on a gravel road with a woman

she wore a robe a shawl she didnt show her face

luminous eyes

she was small

ahead of them a vehicle was pulled across the road

armed men

beyond them clamoured people 

                                 children

suddenly the children like a flock of gulls flew overhead and landed before them

the vehiclethose inside without pause opened fire a hail of bullets  raggedwhispers of arms

the children deflected the bullets

they whined overhead

they draft in the childrens fearlessnesstheir unafraidness 

                                                             and they walked asif they were walking in another time or reality

there is murder behind them  a crescendo of screams other wailing children  shrieking

but they were nonchalant to the cries of the carnageunaffected by the death the dying the wounded

they walked on the gravel road which peaked like a drawbridge over the armed vehicle the bloodblinded men  and arrived at a thin ramshackled house of bamboo and rice paper inkdecorated panels

                                                                                       and with the children they fell asleep

he talked with ghosts as he slept

they stood in profile

thin as flamesquivering like flames

                                      and nothing they said made any sense to him

they said it would

                           later

I bit my tongue for that?

Not really Biting it now or later wouldnt have made the dream more tangible

Dreams are at the fringe of reality and not unreal

1343,  Sunday,  13  1. 20

1925,  Sunday,  21  6. 20

Phoebe Bridgers  Funeral  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teLyoKBxbCU 

Emiliana Torrini  Gun  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0u8uTRdirE

it woke him twice during the nighta black mans voice he didnt think he owned onewasnt in his repertoire

the first time is was yet dark so he took a piss and as he did he mumbled it to himself over and over and over no wonder he didnt forget crawling back into bed it fixed itself like a mantra or a leech or tick

                                                                                      it was gonna take something more than trying to ignore it to remove it

the black mans voice was melodic it ran over like honey imageries his dreaming mind tried to unleash 

aural  exceeding  visual 

not an easy trick

he was visual to a fault

he was a voyeur

his images were perfectly formed sugar cubes 

he was the hot tea they melted in

not an easy trick

he woke the second time

                           his queen october jumped up on the bed when she jumped up because she was hungry he had no choice but to jump as well

the voice was still in his head

                                Mister policeman gotta learn, dey fucked, if dey fuck with us.

Right on brother

they have to be treated by the law equally fuck that theyre supposed to uphold the law

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

                                 Yaint lived until yave heard a black man intone Who watches the watchmen? in Latin

sooner policeman learns hes fucked sooner well get around to healing

0756,  Sunday,  21  6. 20 

1447,  Sunday,  21  6. 20 

The Smiths  How Soon is Now  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OztC_7nkAd8

its Fathers Day

body cravesbodys fulfilled shes pregnant and he celebrates it with a crown and a belt  His Worlds Championship (as long as he can hold onto herthat she doesnt breed with another man and dilute his children half brothers and sisters seemed no one got it   half aint whole)

Fathers Day

he didnt suffer that ignominy

he suffered slights
                     and suffering he wondered if his father had his grandfathers had games played for keeps between husbands and wives played on different fields dependent upon the contendents or rivals who just couldnt see eye-to-eye

he didnt ask his old manhe didnt think his old man asked his old man

kinda like a running joke laughed off shrugged at  it was easier to hold at arms lengthkeep at bay

fatherhoods

motherhoods

cobbled with caulk fibrous with lies halftruths clotted with meaty chunks of truths
                                   Whawas he talking about

Fathers Day

his Fathers Day experiences had nothing to do with him

it was about his daughters
                              being so-very-fucking-grateful to have his daughters

Fathers Day is about being a father
                                       sometimes a prick but holding the line
maybe someday theyd thank him

that wasnt importanthe wasnt looking for absolution

he had been a ferocious father

even if he had known how to be otherwise he wouldnt have been

cat doesnt change it spots

2352,  Saturday,  20  6. 20

what is it about sleep that offended his body
                                                when he woke in the morningevery morning was a surprise to discover what maladies hed suffer

wrists that felt like their insides were filled with broken glass

fists he cant bunch
                     reminding him of when he sparred  fast money  taped poorly   ice

he went away from sparring to hustle pool
                                             there was the occasional poor sportguys who wanted their money back  tried to lean on who was holding  guys  who didnt know him   who didnt know he boxed

his shoulders didnt want him to bring his arms over his head
                                                                 however seven surgeries between them that might been provocation to their discomfort

his hipsknees

he was grateful his body didnt fuck with his ankles and feet

his neck was stiff
                    be coudnt say how many birds passed that he wasnt able to nonchalantly appreciate

by dinner his body seemed to enter a loose alignment  allied with him

the discomfort  dull

not what he experienced in the morning
                                           after sleeping

his body might be taking issue  that   he    dreamed

mundane or outrageous
                         his body was lying-in-wait for him in the morningbushwhacked him

if he slept like the dead

dead people dont dream 

none ever said otherwise

he won out

1 out of 10
             didnt rate 3.0

if he dreamed his body nixedditched the scale and spun up Dick Clarks American Bandstand ratings applied from 35 to 89  except the two scores werent averaged  top score held sway

his body dialed up his discomfort

those morning were the hard mornings   

they had an exuberant debate over who was running the show

he and his body played this game four years ago

his Will won out
                  their first match

it occurred to him this Whatever  was two teams different conferences matching up again   

call it Super Bowl

he wanted to roll to Vegas (he couldnt – physically) and bet heavily on their rematch big money on Will

he wouldnt hedge his bet

All or Nothing

he never did understand people who bet against themselves
                                                                 it seemed that was asking to get fucked

  

set-up by a yet unwritten piece scribbled 1343, Sunday, 13  1. 20

2253,  Saturday – Summer Solstice,  20  6. 20

Charles Albertine  Bandstand Boogie   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHiFsRQEHQw

Phoebe Bridgers  Punisher  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncSf8Nk3aq4   

he didnt like to relate with things he read

though how couldnt he he chose to read them

this afternoon he was reading Descartes Bones it was recommended to him

on page 33 he read It was as though staring into what is surely the blackest of holes –the grave of one’s child

he dropped the book 

                    rather it fell from his handshis hands suddenly inept elastic   without strength

his daughters death sapped him

it is the blackest of holes

it is as if he fell in it

inside it

nothing

black sponge

antiseptic

she was cremated

there isnt a grave

the hole was deeper than any grave could be dug

desperately deaf  

there was nothing he experienced in life when he met death that equaled hers

her death was utterly different

he was utterly demoralised

                             his sensitivity was honed to a keen razors edge that cut his eyeball if he looked at it
  

     

1339ishafternoonish,  Twosday,  16  6. 20

1314,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  17  6. 20