a second Gettysburg Address
Biden spoke presidential words .
. words unheard in nearly four years
1848, Twosday, 6 10. 20
6.10.20
$212K -- Killed
ah a Drumpf clusterfuck something
he can capably perform
cant help a flock fou-ishly follows its CoVidiot clown
2105, Twosday,
6 10. 20
white blouse black bra white
blouse ahblack bra black bra aah white blouse thats called a diacope a rhetorical devise
had he thought instead white
blouse black bra white blouse black bra white blouse black bra a bit tamer more prosaic that would have been a relative of diacope an epizeuxis a succession of words or a phrase for emphasis or vehemence
empathically he said Gawdblessya
doll
she smiled he met her at the end of the foyerrecognised her
voice when she entered God bless me?
Yes
Why?
he stepped back away from her looked her up and down made her giggle Because you look fine this evening an ya made it I didnt think you were going to make it it sounded like you might not when
we spoke earlier this evening
it was a small gathering of
friends acquaintances rather it seemed
small because the house was so large it
dwarfed them even six or seven congregating in a room seemed small
Thank you. she said You can quit ogling me now, you’re
embarrassing me, people
are noticing your, your inspection.
Let em notice Besides
yare noticeable
Thank you. Pleease
stop.
Will it please you if I stop
Yes.
Then to please you I will
Ai she was Chinese and Japanese he was still wondering where her figure came
fromher stature fiveeight five
nine hourglass
she referred to herself Chapanese
cute
she was not the usual China dolls
he had met small compact slight figures nearly boyish
he didnt like boyish on women
luxurious thick black mane bangs
Ai You really made my night Anthen to please you on top of it Whamore could a guy ask for
Flatterer. Though I expect you,
my guy, my guy for the evening, will likely find something more to ask for.
Am I that transparent
Like freshcleaned glass, you lack any
opacity.
Now look whos embarrassing
people I wish I could blush
she percolated a laugh as if he
caught her offguard
No. That’s not in your make-up. I used to be astonished by your
directness, your saying things as they are, usually more crudely than not, but
cleverly, a nice alchemychemical bonding, and then at once charming; you’re a
charmer.
I strive for charmingstrive to
charm the pants off ladies
My goodness, the things that come
out of your mouth.
he pressed up close to her
Wheres my hug
doll
Ai stepped back and started
patting herself down Your hug, your hug,
it’s here somewhere, I’m sure I didn’t leave it at home, positive, I wouldn’t
do that, it’s here somewhere.
she stopped patting her hands at her thighs fingers spread black eyes penetrating his Found it.
she
stepped forward to him and they wrapped each other in their arms a sensual embrace
he swelled she smelled wonderful
one day hed ask her what the fragrance was but not asking left it a
mystery much of what they didnt ask each
other was for the mutual benefit of their mysteries he still didnt know where she lived
he scarcely got her number he wouldnt have asked anyone if they had it it was the second time hed seen her he caught
her outside a restaurantsaw her through a window as she was unlocking her car
he rushed out EXCUSE me
she startled
Sorry he said as he hustled
towards her You know my faceyah
she had unlocked the door and
opened it the door was between them Do I know your face?
I know your face We werent introduced
You know my face?
I do
Yare killing me
she smiled
Now yare really killing me
her smile grew Fucking
dimples he didnt say I recall your face. Knowing it would be too . .
. . Presumptuous
Big word. No. Forward, too forward of me.
Then let me be forward
Joe May I ask your name
You came all the way out of the restaurant,
I can see your party waiting on you, his back was to the restaurant to ask me my name?
Wellnah actually
Actually I came out to ask you for your number Then Id ask for your name to pair with your number Then I reconsidered when you didnt spookdidnt
get in your carshut the door
That would be backwards.
I couldnt say Youve had me turning in circles since last I
saw youknowed your face
Knowed my face?
Knowed Or node n-o-d-e a point which lines or pathways intersect Ours
Ours?
You ask a lot of questions
Wheres the mystery
Ai.
Short for Ai yai yai
Cute.
Maybe clever
Maybe. she looked over his shoulder The natives are getting restless.
Theyll have all evening to have
my attention This is a sliver I have no
intention of pulling out
A sliver?
Another question
she smiled quickly again Fucking
dimples
Would you like a number
to pair with my name? Or are you going to say I’m asking another question.
Yes No
Have something to write it down?
No
You want me to do all the work?
Is that another question
the laughter bubbled out of her
as if she were a childs toy bubble machine
gay bright shiny luminous
musical
Here. she went into her purse and
got an eyeliner pencil
Just your number Ai I cant ever forget your nickname
she wrote it up his wrist
she might have noticed his pulse
tick up
she noticed his swelling she rocked her hips against his
she said into his
ear I
don’t think we’re alone, Joe.
No But you provoked it
I . . I provoked it?
Yes
How?
Questions questions questions
she chuckled
How?
White blouse black bra Hot
Shit. You can see my bra?
Everyone can see your bra Though I find it hot They probably do too
I rushed out of the house, I didn’t
think.
Were you that anxious to see . .
.
. I’m always anxious to see you; unexpectedly my other plans fell through.
An Im happy they didya can feel
how happy
You’re crazy.
Im crazy for you
later Ai went into a bathroom
because Joe asked her then step back out brieflyholding the door holding his gaze
she didnt
think so he said he did he was right it was better she suffered her white blouse black bra than her white
blouse and dark “spectacular aureoles” as he called them
What was I thinking? she didnt say
1813, Monday,
5 10. 20
1311, Twosday,
6 10. 20
his grandchildren two buttonpushing sisters didnt like coming over to his house
You let spiders live in your
house.
I do
Why do you let spiders live in your
house?You should kill them.
Kill them hmm
Ive
got a question for you before I answer yours
Okay
Okay.
If yare playing outdoors where
spiders live should they kill youshould they kill you for the animus you have
for themfor your unpretentious bile and contempt dare I say hatred you exhibit
No. But theyre only bugs.
An yare only humans
Were all eathlingsya understand
the term earthlings living on Earth
If you can so easily kill a bug a
spider I can see no reason why you shouldnt
be killed as easily
You’re not very nice, Grampa.
Wha gave you the impression Im
nice
If anything I try hard to be fair Are you both as bloodthirsty as you say
We should go tell our mother.
Your mother My daughter She knows shes lived through it
Besides this is my house If you dont like it you dont have to
visit See how easy it is to solve your
problem
1334, Monday,
5 10. 20
5.10.20
her Fulu fooled him
Whas this baby he held a receiptsized slip of paper out to her
she didnt take it from his hand
I don’t know – she smileddimples
huge he was jealous of her dimples –
what is that?
he returned her mischievous smile they shared a long history of speaking in smiles Youah yare not trying to bewitch me areya
Oh come on, Dad, I don’t think there’s a soul who
believes they could bewitch you. Your amour, like your unbendy body and joints would
scarcely allow any mystical purchase or penetration.
Yaint talkinbout my anus
her smile grew exponentially then twistedqueer it
looked painful
Ouch he said
Only looks painful, Dad; no, I wasn’t talking
about your anus. There are many accesses or avenues that can be used.
Good Im
happy about that because theres others I can think of who Id rather discuss my
anus with than my daughter
You’re welcome . . moving along.
Yes Lets
What do you have there?
You pleading ignorance
No. I’m not ignorant, I recall, I just haven’t
seen it since you moved . . well, moved me to seek to protect you, create
it.
I haven’t made many
talismans, and when I made this one my concern was for your health; I remember,
but I don’t remember exactly, and what symbols I’ve used and thoughts I’ve had have
evolved. Then I was impressionable, and somewhat naïve.
Naiveté isnt a word I would ever use to
describe you Aniela Perhaps innocent as innocence is and then learns and becomes
stronger fortifies itself But you
were never a babe in the woods you came into this world with your tabula rasa
scribbled all over . . an old soul as your mother and grandmothers saw and said
I wouldnt
know
she took the talisman from his hand
she chuckled a bit as she looked at it as if it
tickled her palmtickled her memory
Yes. I remember making it.
I copied the front from a health script I found
in one of my books before I came to visit; you can see it is rigid, severe,
prosaic. Turning it you can see the script on the reverse side, my script, is playful,
generous, spontaneous. You can also see I loosely drew a couple symbols from the
face and at the bottom had the eternities facing each other whereas the two on
the front faced left, left being your power, your brain and being’s creativity.
I did see
I can’t say exactly, Dad, right now, off the top
of my head, but I sought to intuit for you, help you manifest your strength and
goodness against whatever it was you were struggling against, since we’ll never
know because you refused the specialist's diagno . .
. . He didnt know shithe couldnt know He was unwilling to listen to me to hear me and
created a fiction to determine a course of action that likely hes repeated a
thousand times over his career because one
thousand people are exactly alike
He wasnt a scientist
He was a pill pusher
My complaint waswasnt pain only discomfort
Aniela listened
You’re a funny guy, Dad. Other people’s pain
is your discomfort.
Listen to you preaching to the choir
Yare a lot like me
Nobody’s like you, Dad; I wish I was.
she handed the talisman back to him
When I left it I was pretty sure you might ditch it.
No It
was apparent an honest as you always have been I figured sooner or later wed have this moment
Whas it called love
It's called Fulu. Daoist magic writing, magic
characters, figures.
I like that Fulu
I healed up Thank you lovethank you Aniela for your powerful
healing thoughts and love
I love you so much, Dadu.
You nut
they hugged their long loving embrace shaken with laughter
Shaken, not stirred.
2037,
Saturday, 3 10. 20
1211,
Monday, 5 10. 20
Brian Hyland
Gypsy Woman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yDmOP2KI90
$211K -- Killed
quarantine
evidently the president of the
United States didnt look up the word quarantine or perhaps couldnt spell it to
look it up
which would account for his
joyride around Walter Reed and jeopardising Secret Service agents -- if
the president put a gun to his head to blow his brains out is Secret Service
required to get between his head and the muzzle
he is an unmitigated piece of shit
1612, Monday,
5 10. 20
apparently Abbott Laboratories presidential
coronavirus testing is like an Abbott and Costello comedy bit
1644, Monday,
5 10. 20
Abbott and Costello https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9udNrOh5DyA
people go to things day after day
stringing their lives together in what they deem usually are productive meaningful ways
he called them routinespeople flinched when he did
asif it were a bad thing
some believe theyre above it
routine
is their hearts beatingtheir
unconscious breaths their steps falling forward
one after the other
otherwise
theyd stand still
wouldnt progress
Evolution wouldnt have evolved
his life thus far was composed of
heady blocks of routine
through adolescence teens
young adulthood middle ages entering bizarre enddays some might impose
that last year after year because threats are less frequent theyd be
apparent if he tried provoking them
nobody wants to beat a senseless older man senseless
trouble is older people are filled to overflowing with senses
senses going unfulfilleddemons
running through their lives haunting
their dreams
senses of wrong turns that may have
led to regret if regret was a colour they wanted to paint with
failing senses
eyes ears taste
extreme senses lovedbeloved ones deaths
aching memories like stepping in mud struggling to extract
their foot and freedwatch their footprint fill slowly with water patiently they have nowhere to be and filled reflect their face everyones
faces
his were heady blocks of routine
because being keen while living outside and inside his head they stacked neatly
like childs toys storage bins
his mother before she died told
him when he called to ask if what he remembered actually happened or had he dreamed
or madeup it
Please stop asking me, Joe,
it’s hard for me to remember now, but what I do remember is that whenever you
asked you had remembered it correctly, they were memories; and, I am
grateful, they jumpstarted mine.
routine isnt a bad thing
2054, Saturday,
3 10. 20
1147, Sunday,
4 10. 20
Who The Real Me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2h1MY70uag
4.10.20
ifya got moxie confidence
ifya got balls
shoot from the hip
if not
ifya have doubts
keep the gun in yer holster
things will only go from bad to
worse aint a soul gonna have yer back theyll be busy covering their asses faking they didnt knowhadnt hearddidnt see
but as long as you know and
recognise thatknow it emphatically know youre alone
come out of yer corner swinging
chances are the cunts havent
thrown a punch in their lives an don wan their pretty faces messed up
the vanity of a puss
but
unfortunately pusses have to trade on their lookscant afford a cut a bruise a blackeye they
want to present themselves as above the fray – which theyve usually created – that
they are untouchable impervious
Yah Perverts
he entered swinging
calling it a battle
royale knocking people down and out or
until they stayed downdidnt get up didnt want to get hit again
he was incentivised to stay on his
feet
they were the kind who would kick
or stomp if you went down
while he couldnt waitcouldnt wait
for the day when that wasnt true in the meantime
hed provoke and hit and have them know Nothings just business
It was personal
0037, Saturday,
3 10. 20
1336, Saturday,
3 10. 20
another alcoholic Sunday
pro
football Jack shots sipping black coffee until plying beers at High Noon Coop never had it this good
donuts with the coffee
Sunday donuts
only during the
football season donuts didnt exist outside
it unless he had to take his car in for work or an oil changehave his tires
rotated
happily he was rotated far more frequently
than his tires
a Cambodian woman owned the donut
shop
she and her husband ran it and
when their daughter and son were old enough they helped
Fon
when her children were babies she
and her husband escaped the terror of Cambodia Vietnam they were boat
people
he saw the bodies televised on the six o’clock news when boats sank or overturned overcrowded people desperate to save themselves
Fon made it to America
they were grateful to live in
America make a living running a donut
shop become citizens
he was born in America
what had he done
he tipped more than the
dozen or two dozen donuts depending
he bought on Sunday morning for football Jack black coffee
he was a sucker for Fons Bavarian
custardfilled chocolatefrosted Bismark her powdersugared lemonfilled Bismark her plain buttermilk donut her plain
blueberry donut
he had all day to eat them and everyone
knew to stay clear of them on pain and punishment of his hands
nobody wanted to piss off a man
whod been drunk since morning
although he was always sober in Fons
presence
respecting what he would never dare ask her respecting her immigration her courage and remembering keenly his Born in America entitlement
which he didnt take for
granted Ever
1144, Sunday,
4 10. 20
The Bangles Manic Monday
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsmVgoXDq2w
he was bitchinghe couldnt
remember a time he bitched more about not wanting to playhe loved playing
it was the game
there were softfoam letters
fitted inside coloured softfoam pieces from which they had been cut-out varying sizes upper- and lower-case the letters and their cut-outs had been the
same colours but the colours somehow faded or
were heightened or either letters or forms were missing some letters warped and werent allegiant to where they originated
the other children he was supposed to play with ran away bored they left him to play by himself utterly responsible for assembling corresponding pieces
had he wanted to play he wouldnt
have minded it even if it was difficult
but he wasnt asked
he was sat down with them asif children play nicely with other children because . . well . because they are children
hows that work out with adults
the little cunts got up and fled laughing
a knowing cruel laughter that
takes no time at all to learn
they left him to pickup the game put everything back together after they
punched out separated and scattered the pieces
he arrived late
he hadnt gotten to enjoy the
dismemberment the flinging the
irresponsibleness
he was angry
the adults could make whatever excuses
they wanted to try and mollify him
he wasnt going to be mollified
Where are the others This is their
mess to pickup
They’ve gone. It’s alright, we’ll
help you.
Im not picking anything up
We’ll help you.
Im not
We’ll HELP YOU. beginning
to lose their shit
I am not picking anything up
Part
of this mess is yours. asif lowering their voices after
raising their voices would be effective
Here
we go again he thought
Are you deaf I am not picking up a thing
curious isnt it how dreaming and living inform and enfold and
weave and wind together and how stupid one could be if they ignored the other
for the benefit of either
2103, Reggae
Friday, 2 10. 20
1249, Saturday,
3 10. 20
3.10.20
Then what?
Yah It IS
No turning away from itturning your back on it It IS
Yahave to combat it
Theres no place to run no
place to hide
Yare only fooling yourself if you
think you can
Is it truly your fight?
Its everyones fight Binary Cant wave a white flag declare neutrality hide
No Maybe you could hide
Bury your head like escaped Jews and Jap soldiers did during and after World
War Two
One could argue thats being alive
or just surviving
What did you do during the war
Daddy
I hid
I thought she was a little
girl dressed as she was in a hood a cape tied
at her throat Li’l Red Riding Hood
she was a small fullblown woman
I dont know what it was that tipped
her off I really dont Maybe maybe because Im sceptical
I beat her to the punch
And as I watched the surprisethe
light go out of her eyes
I saw she was every bit a murderer as me
A murderer
Murder Theres nothing else to call it if yawanna be
honest
Coldblooded murder
An when its overhowever its over no one will be innocent No one will be right Theyll be alive to contend with what they did
to stay alive
That’s grim.
Yes
early AM, Saturday, 3 10. 20
1639, Saturday,
3 10. 20
Stephen Stills Word Game
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-lwvn9GN5w
he was utteringmuttering
ejaculating odd nonsensical intonations which suddenly
assembled and formed Whadafuck
hed have thought Whadafuck would
just had presented not made him struggle
with animal brays roars and mewlings
like he wasnt in
control and
not in control made him wonder what entity within him was
they didnt like raw eggs
he
liked raw eggs
so whomever it
was wasnt yet outside his control his
reckoning
hint they were a slob
the raw eggs they dumped into his
mouth from cracked shellhalves missed his mouthhe didnt miss his mouth
it was a feeble impersonation
and feeble pissed
him off he
hated pissed which indicated his . . his . frustrationRAGE
a pansy
he was infiltrated by a pansy
it could have been the booze the blow the hash
though not usually
usually his infiltration came
from a deeper darker place
his feminine side
he openmouthed quaffed raw eggs
oysters shots of booze rarely ever missed
his mouth
this He was a pansy
He wasnt
committed to action probably a rookie a
pleb a beginner
everything has to start somewhere
he didnt think he had a virgin
left inside himSURPRISE
better find herhim and bust
their cherrybring them around to his way of thinking
he hated knocking around or
killing one of his owndidnt have any qualms about it just didnt like it didnt like it one bit
and the cunt got eggwhites in his beard
which was funny
She never had her face smeared
with cum while giving headnever let someone cum in Her face
gobs
yet
She could gob eggwhites in his beard
Dont like my beard
NO!
Then
shave
Your pussys pristine like a eightyearold girls
Maybe I eat raw eggs like a eightyearold
girl.
I was a eightyearold boy an never
got egg on my face
An boys
and girls aint that different
Yaknow that
Whaswid the attempt at
embarrassment
You should know I
dont embarrass
One can try.
No One cant
Not if they want to leave
their boots in the entry
Whadaya want
I want to be noticed.
Even bad press is good presshuh
Yes. Something like that.
Aint nothing like that Park it at the entry Talk to me about your grievance grievances Tryin to make me look silly only made you look bad
Every facet worthwhile yare milling about with reflections of me know I dont miss my mouth
Ya hung yourself out to dry
Exposed yourself unnecessarily
But you did notice.
I want to be noticed.
I want to be acknowledged.
He She whatever aspect of him they represented were young hed have thought at his ageas he said he wouldnt have a virgin left
begrudgingly
Awright Yagot my attention Whadaya want
Thank you.
they
were polite
Yare welcome
0713, Reggae
Friday, 2 10. 20
1117, Saturday,
3 10. 20
Booker Little Grand Valise (Waltz of the Demons) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Z9W4Mo_niY
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