3.12.20


the ways of seeing it is also a book by English art critic John Berger they should be recognised as the ways that perhaps most men see women 
                              he wasnt a woman so he couldnt possibly speak for them but intransigent in his thinking was that men and women were human beings and their sex didnt separate them terribly  therefore if he had a perception he was keen women would have that perception too 
                                                                he remembered a girl he knew as teenager who taught him how to slow down Slow down woudja? Slower. so she could cum with him  he thought only guys came  she was as every bit as randy and ribald as he

Berger wrote of the European nude

he had to pay attentionhed never been outside America  except for sailing

Berger wrote . . . the European nude . . . a series of conventions revolving around men and their fantasies and power . . . (they,) the principal protagonist(,) is never painted. He is the spectator in front of the picture . . . Everything is addressed to him. Everything must appear to be the result of his being there. It is for him that the figures assumed their nudity . . . This is the guiding principle in pornography. The female subject WOW allowed subject stature the object of desire, does not confront the viewer with a will of her own. She is, rather, a mirror enlarging CLEVER and reflecting the viewer back to himself.

that was certainly a way of seeing

he wondered what Berger would say about vaulted imaginations who with their eyes closed can see and perhaps see better than if they actually saw 
                               for that is a way of seeing too 


he used gimmicks and drugs to see differently  used mirrors and glass which threw hard and ethereal reflections  he used other people to tell him what they sawwhich was experimental  and frightening  because they rarely saw beyond what they saw  he imbibed  wore different cloth and fabric blindfolds to colour or obscure his vision  limiting it  forcing his other senses to reason and inform his eyes


as a kid he laid on the threadbare livingroom carpet feeling the coarse mat on his bare arms or legs with the sun through a window magnifiedwarming himturning him to soft butter or laid outdoors in the grass halving his vision with a cloudy sky and shimmering leaves in the crown of a black walnut or pear or plum tree 
                                                                                 What are you doing? his mother or father 
Im watchi . . 
. . You’re doing nothing. Why don’t you get up and do something constructive?

asif developing his perceptionshis seeing wasnt constructive 


Move, or I’ll move you.

he didnthe was too curious how they were going to force him to move  it accompaniedpunctuated by their accusation YOU’RE LAZY! 
 
1305,  Sunday,  26  1. 92
1144, Thursday,  3  12. 20
Who  See Me, Feel Me/Listening to You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzuNJod_o7g 

$275K -- Killed

                                because of the TRUMP VIRUS  “ . . . there are more American lives at stake.”   aah the White House doesnt talk of the Dead 
                                     he gets no credit for the vaccine 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/video/politics/mcenany-refers-to-forthcoming-coronavirus-vaccine-as-the-trump-vaccine/2020/12/02/437592bd-5cba-4af2-b51c-0c26e86d470e_video.html?utm_campaign=wp_the_daily_202&utm_medium=email&utm_source=newsletter&wpisrc=nl_daily202

1444,  Thursday,  3  12. 20

2.12.20

$274K -- Killed

DRUMPF IN 2024
                    will he reinvent reimagine his MAGAggots though in four years a lot of his elderly white cultists will be dead   

he might not want to run on his record  https://www.msnbc.com/all-in/watch/chris-hayes-we-failed-to-protect-the-most-vulnerable-americans-from-covid-97023045996

bets

1918,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  2  12. 20

 

he liked entering a dictionary 
                             almost as much as entering a woman 
easier 
no beggingwhining
no wining and dining
                        NO
having made a frank appraisalfinding it worthwhile appealing beautiful he gently opened it fingered it he got his nose down deep down inside 
                          he never heard a complaint thoughto be fair his ears were cloakedheld by either pages or thighs 


sometimes he found entries which were unfortunate not his

for example
             Empyrean
the highest reaches of Heaven, believed by the ancients to be a realm of pure fire; by early Christians, the abode of God and angels

unfortunately Empyrean is directly under the entry empyema 
                                                                  pus in a body cavity, such as pleural cavity or gall bladder

Golly

in such close proximity violating social distancing he wondered if they might not affectinfect the other
                                                                                                     bad God and angels good pus


what he was following was something Vincent van Gogh wrote his brother Theo I let myself go without thinking of any rules.
       or Millers . . . the monster grows under my hand . . . what I am trying to point out is that these failures, or monstrosities, are the result of my faith in the virtue of letting things happen.


Golly 
       he Gollyed because he recognised he often enjoyed only a single portion of a paintingenjoyed its striations forms in thick coloured oil or sometimes one delicious sentence in a paragraph but a minute aspect then embellished reordered reconflagrated his interest and its appeal 
                                                       these reminded him of women he had been with a single redeeming quality so thoroughly attracted him that he didnt notice though not for long how ugly they weretheir person rather than their physicality  they had simply become the embodiment of that particular aspect that gathered his attention 
               or on the other hand a single detriment might offput him despite their overall attractiveness

seemed a bizarretwisted one for all and all for one

blinkered his appeals his distastes threw him for a loop 
                                                          he couldnt follow himself if he tried  he was elusive
 
2300,  Saturday,  25  1. 92
0001,  Sunday,  26  1. 92
1344,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  2  12. 20

 

she beat him up regularly about his lack of compassionhis hard line regarding who earned it

she believed it ought to be doled out without questions 
                                                         Yare foolish he countered Ill quote someone I respect regarding compassion We have it or we don’t. If we must cultivate it, it not being an innate quality, then although our person is improved we are yet indignant of it. A shallow compassion is treacherous. Henry Miller So I have compassion It will not be treacherous because I hold the reins to determine if someone has earned it I will not distribute it according to your insistenceyour blind faith

You’re a sonofabitch.

Ya ought know ya married me Ive been brutality honest about who I am You may have made up strawman and believed he was me  deluded yourself 


Oxford American Dictionary passion pati to suffer thus compassion from com- with and pati to suffer to suffer with
he had no want to resent compassion out of hand he would suffer with whom he might have compassion for but they had to qualify he would not assume their circumstances were beyond their control put simply he wouldnt suffer their pains with her if they werent worthwhile if they were suffering their accountability 


You’re a cold, cold bastard.

Hmm Yare welcome to as Ive always welcome your assessments However again shallow compassion is not viable If we choose easily to offer compassion to suffer with them as easily we can turn our eyes away ignore them and cease our discomfort

Shakespeare Hamlet Polonius to his son Laertes Ill take the bards advise To thine own self be true 
                                                                                                           Love I would recommend that to you

Love . .  she screwed up her face

it hurt him to see that however the hurt did not chasten himdid not alter what he told her many years ago she knew him out of his own mouth 
                           Ive never lied to you because Ill never lie to myself

1315,  Friday,  24  1. 92
2343,  Twosday,  1  12. 20

1.12.20

 
he dug science dug its blamelessness  it didnt prattle or point
                                                                  purportedly Jesus said Let he who is without sin cast the first stone something like that he said so in defense of a woman charged with adultery
                                                                                            it seemed to him that men werent accused of adultery or had he ever read of a man dragged before a crowd and threatened with stoning where was that womans partner in crime  what isnt said is every bit as important as what is

it wouldnt be fair to take him at his wordhe recalled very little of those attempts against him that he become religiously be indoctrinated hed concede the Bible was filled with great stories 
                                                                    but great stories arent gospel even if some call them Gospel we have a prattling president who criespresents his word as Gospel asif he were an unquestionable authority his words crumble and are closer to that of a braying ass


he remembered one wasnt to use the Lords name in vain it was sacred only to be exalted during the reading of text or when His Name was invoked during prayer or when pleaded to

he loved prayers 
                   Lord, let me hit the Big Lotto. Jesus, save me, I swear if you pull my ass out of this fix I’ll never forget you; I will submit to your Way.

he couldnt help but wonder if Gawd ran a collector who took a piece of the actiona modest piece of pie and shook down those who were conveniently religious the wannabe Saved for a price

the Mob aint offbase ya ask a favour granted a favour may be asked in return
 
1308,  Twosday,  21  1. 92
1334,  Twosday,  1  12. 20
Henry Miller Big Sur: People prefer to believe in and worship a God who is remote rather than live out the godlike nature which is their inherent being.           

 

the president has a ssh its a secret drawer full of pricks OhShucks dildos that he pulls out to pleasure himself

one is named Joe diGenova 

the man likes to take Joey deephe leans backhis head on a silkupholstered camelback White House sofa while Joey numblyincoherently mumbles and is jiggled about CISA head Chris Krebs Joey coos he ought to be taken out at dawn and shot OHOH OH OOOH hes a class A moron Oh OOOH He should be drawn and quartered OOOOH
                                                                                                                 aint a damn thing worse than chemed up on Viagra or otherwise get a hard-on and orgasm but not ejaculate

to be fair Joey has his set of thick slick silicone dildos ones named Donny
                                                                               coincidence

1956,  Twosday,  1  12. 20


motherFUCK
             things can go sideways if one doesnt pay strict attention to what it is theyre doing

hed been doing it for better than 8 years and in a moment of haste he erased a history he wished he could have back


the spider creeped her out

they were laying in bed after making love and she saw an itsybitsy spider crossing the wall at the foot of the bed on a long lazy diagonal towards the cleft between the wall and ceiling

Look.

he looked and saw he may even had hmmd in acknowledgment it wasnt worth words while he was still sucking air and still outofbody looking down on them making love asin video  asin voyeuristic   asin their near-perfect sexual complement  

Are you going to do something about it?

About the teenytiny spider

Yes, what else?

I thought meybe our sex was like Chinese food and you were hungry again I am But Im always hungry for you your body

No.
    although she did smile real large sported her great dimples he wanted to keep her dimples permanently in placemake her smile all the time they were together

Really No  Does it change things or count if Im hungry for you again

No. It’s creeping me out.

That smidgen of life is creeping you out

It is.


Sorry babe good chance if I tried to catch it Id crush it Im too full of life and being alive right now to risk death


she frowned it was insincere it was fraudulent  a fraudfrown  

If you stick your lower lip out any furthur Im dropping my cock on it Hear me

she stuck it out furthur
                       he rolled over to herstraddled her chest an stuck his cock in her mouth  Game on

 

     sometime later  they were exhaustedlaying side by side again they looked and the itsybitsy spider had only crossed the wallnearly at the ceiling almost parallel to the edge of his side of the bed

Fuckin guys taking his sweet time huh

You could facilitate him.

Naw Hes sweethes far from descending upon you and ripping your throat out

Your pillowtalk needs some work.

Donusually talk in bed 
                       My mouths full

You animal!

Im your animal

 

the spider had stopped

they fell asleepnapped

he woke her when he cuddled up behind herSUDDENLY hungry again

she turned and faced him 
                            and turning she looked up at the spider  Your friend hasn't moved.
Or she hasnt moved


turns out he or she died



he or she had been up on the wall this whole time

a deliciously odd reminder of their morning and afternoon together

they werent together now


taking a broom to bring down accumulated spiderwebs  because it was time again  he was brashnot mindful and itsybitsy teenytinys desiccated exoskeleton his or hers  got caught in the sweptwebs and bristles of the broom

in a haplesscareless moment he erased a delightful memorial and remembrance


he knew better than that 
                         wha an asshole  accountability is a bitch

1249,  Sunday,  29  11. 20
1456,  Monday,  30  11. 20

30.11.20

 

 

Everything about human is determined by DNA.

 

his buddy bought into it lock stock and barrel he may have dared call it gospel except religiosity would be impliedan they couldnt have that
                        neither were religious


You, according to DNA, as your DNA presupposes, prefigures what you believe, you therefore haven’t free will; it’s been induced.

Yafuckin crack me up Give yours away not mine

Yours? You only think you have free will.

No I dont think I do I do Might wanna shaddup so one of us  you  dont get hurt

There you have it, you think you’re exercising free will as you speak, though more than likely your ancestor were violent and their violence has come down to you . . through your DNA.

Are ya listenin to yourself asshole

Asshole? So now you’re using your genetic violence to belittle me, calling me names?

No Yare off base Your antics regarding DNA is horseshit You believe in a Republican brain versus a Democrats a religious brain versus an atheists youve made other comparisons but Im not wasting my time Yare offbase

Not really. Think about this, Weked – Smythe . .
. . Nah I dont hyphenate my name  I use Weked my fathers name

You dishonor your mother?

Yare one to speak You go by a nickname rather than your given first name  your fathers name


I apologise.

Apologeez accepted
                      Carry on with yourah proof

It’s simple, really, you’re a Weked. One of two of your parents, nee, father, is Weked. Agreed?

I agree

Their parents, of four parents, only one was Weked, correct?

Correct

Their parents, your great-grandparents, only one of eight was Weked, and on and on. Generations, hundreds, thousands of people, you’re related to, their DNA is distilled in you. There are lots of echoes and determinants that have preceded you in your enormous family tree. You have to admit it is plausible and reasonable their predilections, DNA-sourced, have silently become yours.

No Not regarding my mind
                              Lets run your argument around I am Weked from one of my two parents an Weked from one of my four grandparents  As you say correct

Yes.

The Hatfields and McCoys

his eyes flutteredhis head bobbed weaved almost imperceptibly 
                                                                 Hatfields and McCoys? I’m sorry, your point?

Im debunking your premise anhavin a little fun  he smiled dimples would have upped the ante but alas he hadnt dimples

Debunking it how?

As you said Im Weked because one of my two parents was Weked The siblings birthed to the Hatfields and McCoys their parents were Hatfields both and McCoys both as very possibly their grandparents were too 

Had to be slim pickings in those remote mountains and woods Id rather brother sister than father daughter mother son Incest doesnt tip me You can only play with yourself so long

 

Jesus Christ, man.

Kinda stands your DNA generations of people on its head

You don’t know that.

I dont but it wouldnt be reasonable to dismiss it because you dont know either

his jaw set
             he was angered
                                he was bitched No. I don’t know. However, if we admit your odd happenstance, that does not preclude a Hatfield or McCoy not being informed by their genetics. You have said as much.

I have

Yes. Your nephews. You’ve maligned your nephews, that they, having male children, are who would take your name, Weked, into the future.

I have

And you’ve maligned them . .
. . Because they are not Wekeds Not my kind of Weked

Not your kind?

No Never to beunfortunately my kind They are lacking
                                                           This is where your DNA horseshit ought to present They are unlike me Unlike my brothers Unlike my brother who is their father

They are a grim smile came across his face then brightened with broad luminescent hilarity They are WINOs Weked in name only

somber it wasnt a titch funny to him

 

he thought it was a riot

1725,  Saturday,  28  11. 20
2139,  Sunday,  29  11. 20

 
Rotten Peaches  Elton John https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKeFEO52ilM 
                                                                                    Oops  stepped on some toes he wouldnt apologise not for ROT  https://www.msnbc.com/all-in/watch/both-republican-candidates-in-georgia-runoffs-face-question-about-stock-trades-96901189754

Red ROT could suck his cock

1843,  Monday,  30  11. 20

$269K -- Killed

Atlas resigns at last https://www.politico.com/news/2020/11/30/scott-atlas-resigns-trump-adviser-441597 how many did his influence help kill h e l p  k i l l  thats not what doctors do Atlas violated his Hippocratic oath just for a moment in the bright light of infamy

seems pieces of shit are like mercury in their keen ability to attract and coalesce

1831,  Monday,  30 11. 20 

 
Never Never NEVER hire a man who cant find his cock without both hands longhung silk ties are a tip
                                                                                                         Yacan take that to the bank if four years didnt gave US anything it gave US that
Christ pinch yourself the nightmare is ending no matter what the white supremacists and Proud Boys say Cub Scouts on steroids
          he knew a few lifters who shot up  they were batshit

1727,  Monday,  30  11. 20

https://www.statesmanjournal.com/story/news/2020/11/29/salem-police-response-black-lives-matter-proud-boys-protests-criticized/3766157001/

 
Drumpf continues to make fallacious remarks 
                                              but theres a reason for that he thinks hes making phallic remarks and for a man who cant get it upwho hangs his hat on a touted hypermasculinity ACTUALLY  cant hang a hat on it it aint a peg its a wet overcooked noodle

1649,  Monday,  30  11. 20

https://www.msnbc.com/deadline-white-house/watch/laurie-garrett-believes-we-won-t-see-large-scale-vaccination-until-well-into-the-spring-96892997572

29.11.20

 

they mixed it up politics culturebut not pop culture they were clueless unwoke  inevitably he drove their conversationhe was a storyteller the others werent how hard was it to tell a story
                                                                       so because they wouldnt he drove their yapping he introduced vampires and zombiesrelated a Canadian movie hed seen called Blood Quantum a crazy take on cowboys and Indians zombified

he related how the Red Crow Indians scabbed-together a haphazard fortress on their reservation to endure and survive in the months after the zombie apocalypse a woman is found wandering outside the ramshackle sheet metal walls during a hunting trip  of course shell turn into a zombie  and when she flips she flips while shes alone with a stupid fuck who thought he had gamewas Gods Gift to women lotsa guys like that

three men realising Romeo is missing go looking for him and discover her eating him they enter the room from behind her she turns slightlyturns her head over her shoulder in her hand is Gods Gifts cock that she had torn off before they can put a bullet through her head she bites the head off the cock chews it opened mouth 
                                                                                            MAN OH MAN! makes sense
they groan asif their cocks were chewed
                                         in that groanmoment he began relating a story he often told a conversation about him and his Maw and cannibalism she insisted she wouldnt eat human flesh to survive I’d rather die. of course his reply was  Great babe just more for me to eat GROANS
that story never missed a groan

What wouldn’t you eat? his brotherinlaw asked

To date he was thoughtful  I dont think Id eat Okie afterbirth though truth be known Ive had a buddys wifes placenta that she made up in a cheese soufflé grated Comte Gruyere and Parmesan It was tasty Philip couldnt bring himself to eat it  you know the punchline

they looked at him a trio of bovines

Really
        Really guys

What? What’s the punchline?

Christ Yaint listenin

they shrugged

he cleared his throat I said he waited a couple of beats to see if one of them would say but their bland expressions said it all it wasnt coming  I said  Great babe just more for me to eat

didnt miss a groan

 

1550,  Saturday,  28  11. 20
2236,  Saturday,  28 11. 20

 

-teria  suffix  denoting self-serving establishment  The New Oxford American Dictionarys example is washeteria, on the pattern of cafeteria

a washeteria hadnt heard of that is otherwise known as a laundromat

huh  the only reason he got into this game was thinking of vomiteria  which is incorrect  the word is vomitorium  which are entrance and exit passages in a Roman amphitheater or theater  he preferred theatre  not according to popular misconception  a place where ancient Romans went to vomit while feasting to make more room in their stomachs for more food
           he held that popular misconception BOO  there is however a vomitory  where one would go to vomit he still liked vomiteria best    

he wondered what the other –terias might be

ah  a favourite plant of his  wisteria

a favoured attack against women  hysteria

Yuck!  bacteria
               he counted 12 prefixes for –bacteria  say eubacteria  simple cells with rigid cell walls and often flagella for movement  a flagellating cell  he happened into one once upon a time for shits and giggles  three cracks of her whip he used the safeword   

-teria was his criteria

hatteria or rather tuatara (only one living species in New Zealand  Maori “peaks on the backs”) its a greenish-grey lizard-like rhynchocephalian (beakhead) reptile   

Santeria  similar to voodoo  based on Yoruba deities and Roman Catholic saints his money was on the Yoruba deities on countries like Nigeria Benin Ghana Togo Ivory Coast Sierra Leone Liberia and Brasil 

arteria  Latin word meaning artery

and lastly some genera for birds and flowering plants and trees
                                                                  WHO KNEW?
he didnt

all he wanted was to have been correct about vomiteria

now hed have to put that away

meybe live with vomitory
                           say   a mens or womens dormitory on any major college campus BAM

0012,  Saturday,  28  11. 20
2119 or 919pm,  Saturday,  28  11. 20

28.11.20

 

he was Freud slipping on slick snowcovered ice when he got stoned
                                                                     he knew it
so he was mindful not to talk too fast where his words merged or hopped around like playing a mad game of musical chairsno holds barred

as a kid he was a vicious playeryanked chairs out from under kids who hadnt thought to grab the chair beneath them as they sat
            they ended up on the floorbruised their butt crying he cheated

a teacher or roomparent sided with the crybabies asked angrily What were you thinking?! 

I was thinkin possession is nine-tenths of the law I wanted the chair more than they did otherwise I wouldnt have gotten it

hed cut through the circle to get a chair on the other side and while other the kidsthe losers whined That’s not fair. he ruthlessly thought Stop your cryin ya didnt want it bad enough 
                                                                   but they were a different breed of kids than he  he was the kid who grew up on the other side of tracks


grew up across the tracks 
                          for him a badge of honor  he wasnt no namby pambyhe knew the hard facts of life  no silver spoon stuck in his mouth

but on occasion stoned it seemed something was stuck in his mouthrented space beside his tongue liberally oiling it and his words

he was yappin rantin against the thief in chief and decried if the muthafucker wasnt going to fulfill his loathe . . Did I say loathe . I meant oath if he wasnt going to uphold the constitutional obligations he swore loathe . . did it again . oath oath to protect Americans against enemies without and within then he shouldnt have accepted the office

 

his stoned brotherinlaw asked Loathe?

Little slow on the uptake bro oath I corrected myself off my back I just got out ahead of myselfway ahead of myself I meant oath but he loathes to be honest A fuckin liar Have do we have a liar as presidenthow do so many millions stand behind him or stand up an cheer him at his despicable rallies The mans a jokehes been a joke for a long long time

You said loathe, instead of oath.
                                   his eyes were bloodshot looked like two pissholes in the snow

I did an I corrected myself in the same breath

That’s funny.

 

Yare really high huh

 

That’s funny.

Yare funny

Ha, haha, HA.

Maybe we ought to sit awhile quietly enjoy the sun Its a beautiful day

What?

Don say anything for a while

Will I?

Yare playin with while tryin to be clever

Well I . . .


he wasnt going to be baited  he could still feel the invader inside his mouth keeping a keen eye on his words  if he didnt speak meybe itd get bored and wander off  that would be something to behold  if he felt it move hed open his mouth and use his iPhone screen as a dull mirror to catch its reflection
he sat there openmouthed
iPhone in hand
iPhone Ihand

hmm


his brotherinlaw sat across from him watching him

he opened his mouth

he held his smartphone in his hand too

monkey see monkey do

he closed his left eye

damn if he didnt close his eye too

Big Steve promised his strain of weed was potent rather Fucking Potent.

Big Steve was never one to quibble good to his word like Maxwell House good to the last drop


he opened his left eyecleared his throat  he could still feel his companion

brotherinlaw opened his eye and cleared his throat too

meybe he supposed it was a game

his mouth was drying out he leaned forward and with his left hand took his bottle of beer off the picnic table between them and took a sip

brotherinlaw playing mirror image took his beer off the table with his right

Havinfun

I am. I’m playing with you.

Playin

Yes.

Yare playin monkey see monkey do

Oh. You caught on.  his face fellhe was disappointed

I did

What gave me away?

Yare not clever yare stoned
                             Nice try though

I’m . . oathed to agree.

he smiled itd be a great time to have dimpleswhich he didnt  Yare a funny guy

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