Clang clang clang went the trolley

                                    hats off  to the destabilising tendency of evangelism   were crawlin in it

in the early 19th century Thomas Green Fessendem satirised it

A stupid wretch, who cannot read,

(A very likely thing indeed)

Receives from Heaven a calling;

He leaves his plough, he drops his hoe,

Gets on his meeting clothes, and lo,

Sets up the trade of bawling.

likewise Tocqueville observed

                               preachers seem equally concerned with “eternal felicity in the next world” and “prosperity in this.”

  that spinning  trying to throw America off its modern axis is the Founding Fathers in their graves the rationalist secularism they imagined has rotted blowflies are laying eggs  maggots are emerging 

                                                                                           might be an astute observation 

he didnt know a soul who ever laid eyes on a maggot that wasnt white

1314,  Reggae Friday,  28  5. 21

Judy Garland  The Trolley Song  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwP6kNIDg30

might have misheard it (3:09 minute-mark): So you love him so you couldnt even pee

Soah    youah  still have that babyblue hooded fleece robe

she giggledher eyes grew big 

                               Yes, I do.  I knew you were fond of it.

Fond An understatement 

                           Though you must have been fond of it too yawore it frequently as I recall

I did.  You liked it. 

Youah  picked up on that

You werent as cool or subtle as you thought.

Shesh 

       Yashould have blown my cover  I could have been more direct unflinching

No. I liked your furtiveness, you paid attention to me, I liked your attention. I like it now.

he went to GULP but she continued 

                                     I mean really, think about it, how many guys do you think would sit down and listen patiently to me conjugate German verbs.

There are six tenses past and present conjugated four compound tenses two categories of verbs  weak and strong

You were actually listening.

I was

Hmm, huh, all that time I thought you were just taking peeks down my robe.

I was 

       I was admiring 

If I wasn’t your daughter’s roommate, would you have done something other than admire?

Yes The reason why I accepted your invitation an followed you home after running into you at the coffee shop  So we might get caught up

We're getting caught up?

Yes 

       Would yamind putting babyblue on  nothing else

0007,  Thursday,  28  5. 21

1449,  Reggae Friday,  28  5. 21

Hugo Kant  One More Step  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhglrx4AnhM

Whawas the best thing about the Blood Moon eclipse

You mean . . the Super Moon, you know why . .

. . I do . .

. . It’s because the moon nearly coincides with perigee, opposite apogee, when the Moon is closest to the Earth in its elliptic orbit.

Thought your head was gonna pop for lack of oxygen

My fault, I didn’t inhale before I began talking.

Ya gotta think that Suppose yanever played a brass or woodwind instrumenthuh

Huh?

     he blinkedrapidly  he was a notorious blinker  his familybecause it happened so frequently thought when he was little that it might be a tickpossibly a tick suggesting an underlying psychosomatic malady

                                                                                               had he been around when Blinky was a boy he would have stood in his cornerbacked him tried to avert such familial concerns 

                                                                                                          Hes too mental to be psychotic

     You did mean to say . . the Super Flower Blood Full Moon?

Staccato Areya sure ya never played an instrument 

I am sure. blink

Too bad Would have been preferable to listen to rather than yer yappin

Hey . .

. . Im teasin kinda

Hey!

Heyhell 

        Your favorite thing about the eclipse

How dark it got.

Yah Ya noticed how the stars were Finally the Big Lights out We get to shine They glittered like diamonds Anwatchin them growing brighter and brighter I thought of youwhere ya were ya could have reeled off the constellations to me  I would have been able to see them better  They were poppingI mean really POPPING 

Unlike me  ya didnt have to leave anyone in bed   Or maybe ya left Allie . .

. . Stop it!

Ya interrupted me

Quiet!

Allie  Allie McSqueal . . 

. . Shaddup . .

. . The insatiable infatigable inflatable . .

. . SHADDUP

Oookay My apologeez I git it 

                                Too close to home

Jesus Christ.

They make a Jesus Christ sex doll toohave a cum to Jesus moment Amenbro bout fuckin time

Helloooo

Can you talk sense? You’re always going off, traipsing around, sounding nuts.

That doesnt sound nutsthat sounds money Im the idea guy its a brilliant idea Or a swinging both ways Jesus Christ doll  Take a knee brother

Can you  shut    up?

 

Thank you . . 

. . Allie . .

. . Hey! . .

. . Jesus as the Spanish say

 

You done?

I think I am

What were we talking about?

Im aint sayin

              Ya cut me short repeatedly  annow apparently shortcircuited yourself 

What were we talking about . . ?

Yaknow there ought to be an enema that improves memorycomes with applicators of varying girths and lengths

Im the idea guy

 

the origin of their rousing conversation had been that Blinky was moved when he mentioned to him that the stars dug not having to competing with the full moon and shone like prehistoric bleachedwhite bones bared in some hiddensecluded cove and finally could be seen by anyone in the Western United States who cared to look

but most were asleep  uninterested in celestial bodies 

Elle Macpherson

1444,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  26  5. 21

1634,  Thursday,  27  5. 21

https://ewsingles.com/best-blow-up-sex-doll/ 

 

Youyou there, STOP! Get in line.

Im not going where yare going  Aint my line

Line it up! I could give a rat’s ass where you think you’re going; get in line! 

                                                                              the cop moved violently towards himthe State moved violently towards him 

like his old man told him 

                          When a fight’s imminent, throw the first punch; you don’t know, boy, how many fights are one punch fights.

Awright old man 

               he hoped it played out to his advantageplayed out the way his old man taught him

he was a big cop

he wasnt afraid of nothing

he certainly wasnt afraid of him as he cowardedcrouched as he made himself small 

the cop thought he was trying to slink away

YOU!

    he reached down to pluck a shrinking violet but it lurched out at him like a panther a vicious left to the throat CONTACTCHOKE a right raking his eyes with dirty fingernails 

                                                               he was halfsurprised he didnt come away with an eyeball 

dollars to doughnuts the cop couldnt describe him to a sketch artist 

                                                                       likely he could better bragdescribe himselfseen himself preen in plenty of mirror an enraged enforcer   a Blue Lives master 

couldnt wait for the comicbook to come out 

                                             a blackenedblinded in one eye Avenger howling hed get his I’M GONNA GET MINE!

he didnt know wha his was 

a violated person doesnt forget the face that hurt them

a violator doesnt remember 

                           just a number somebody   one of many

but a one of many motherfuckers one-upped him

No, I don’t remember, I don't remember; so instead I’ll hurt others. They can pay for his sin.

 

his old man didnt tell him wha he was supposed to do with that

2139,  Thursday,  27  5. 21

  

when he looked for a friend he looked to books

two-legged offerings left him little to desire

which probably explained why he had a big library in a small house

books sat on chairs on the couchleaned in corners like drunks 

                                                                Don disturb them Their place Theres room on the floor

The floor?

           Are you joking me, sit on the floor?

Nah Ya prefer a seat ya can go outside an sit on the porchgot some folding chairs out there Theyre low Ifya fall out ya wont hurt yourself 

You’re serious.

I am Arentya

 

Sit on the floor or go outside, sit on a folding chair, neither sounds comfortable.

Awcomon comfort isnt all its cracked up to be 

                                                  Or theres the door ya came I didnt invite ya 

that curious pause always followed

tendered more times than he could count

You, ah, trying to be antisocial?

Nahnot at all

You’re not very social.

Ridiculous I have more books than I can possibly read in their entirety 

                                                                           I like how they smell too

 

not many got him

but it wasnt important if they didthey didnt have to 

he didnt have to get themhe didnt want to

he thought he was obvious

 

he almost hurt himself once laughing  somebody said he was like an unopened book

2308,  Thursday,  27  5. 21

https://fs.blog/2013/06/the-antilibrary/

Ive known me all my life

Which is why Ill cross somebody else before I cross myself 

1326,  Reggae Friday,  28  5. 21

 

 

sometimes he worked through a bookutterly fascinated then he comes across a passage or passages that appall him

reason why he didnt read horror except for H P Lovecraft

on top of reading The Federalist Papers for pleasure he read First Principles by Pulitzer Wurlitzer  couldnt help himself  Prize winner Thomas E Ricks 

the book is about “:What America’s Founders Learned from the Greeks and Romans and How that Shaped Our Country” gotta learn from someone

                             because he didnt have a mentor books took on that awesome responsibility

the reality was 

                 there wasnt someone he could throw in behind 

he usually looked over his shoulderbehind himself when he needed help anhe found he was at his backhad his back an lined up behind him were more and more hims as many as he might need 

                                                                               that comforted him when he admitted it others called it cold comfort  Aww he was happy they enjoyed cohortswas sofucking happy for them that they had friends stacked to the ceiling like cordwood

                                                anpossibly as dispensable

he put the book downstepped away from it for awhile

hadnt seen the old ONE – TWO combination coming 

                                                     ancertainly not from men who intrigued him

Jefferson stepped upleaned in

                                “I have no body living with me who could do it, and I am become too lazy, with the pen, and too much attached to the plough to do it myself. I live on my horse from an early breakfast to a late dinner, and very often after that till dark. This occasions me to be in great arrears in my pen-work.” 

                                                                                       he observed at one point his farm was producing sufficient potatoes and clover “to feed every animal on my farm except my negroes.” 

JESUS

TWO Maximilien Robespierre came on swinging  the leader of the French radicals who claimed his group was motivated by virtue 

         "If the basis of popular government in peacetime is virtue, the basis of popular government during a revolution is both virtue and terror; virtue, without terror is baneful; terror, without which virtue is powerless. Terror is nothing more than speedy, severe and inflexible justice; it is thus an emanation of virtue.”

he blew his cookies

FUCKED UP 

             Whawere they thinking

he could imagine wry grins on their faces  perhaps they conspired to sicken some one twohunred years later

no small feat

1234,  Twosday,  25  5. 21

they needed alchemy

they needed what medical science declined to give herthey didnt want a patient of their study to die on themskew their numbers  Marketing 

                        they needed what she was unable to give to herself

he was holding her hand

                          Whadaya think babe  Wanna go out on a limb

she was thoughtful they texted many times about it 

she noddedshe couldnt speak her marvelous voicetouching laughter had been silenced by her illness for months

they didnt need reason not sanity 

                                        alchemy

she possessed itshe confided in him years ago though she told him it frightened hershe was afraid to dabble in it he told her it frightened him  However people are fearful of what they don understand  Without your abilities Id be a child lost in a deep dark woods 

she noddedshe couldnt speak  her marvelous voicetouching laughter had been silenced by her illness for months

 

she smiled her beautiful smile the morning sun smiled back 

                                                             she closed her warm beautiful brown eyes she began meditating concentration not his strong suit she was gone for a halfhour  more

                                                                                     atasudden luminous colours in waves ran electric across her bodyher skinlike an octopus a squidshe shiveredher eyes worked madly behind her closed eyelids 

she said SPIRITS

                 he couldnt believe she spoke then he thought he couldnt believe his ears

the extraordinary visuals became subtle

                                                   then subsided altogether

she quieted

she fell deeply asleep for months she catnapped

 

 

late that afternoon she woke

he had relieved himself poured himself some water room temperature returning to her he took her hand again while she slept 

Hey sleepyhead that was a welldeserved sleep  Refreshed

she nodded sleepilyclosed her eyes again

he listened to her breathinglistened to see if she was going back to sleep deep rhythmic breathing  not sleeps breaths 

several minutes later she opened her eyes again

Peaceful he asked

she nodded

 

Did you say . . . Spirits

her eyes went to his faceroved over it

                                       her eyes said Yes. tears welled up in themher eyes said Yes. impossibly fat tears rolled out of her eyes Yes. enthused she nodded

Yes. Did he understand?

                 he understood  he lifted her hand to his face and kissed it  kissed it long   he could feel her eyes on the top of his head 

                     if he looked up he was sure hed lose his mind he needed every bit of it to be able to remember this and everything

1039,  Thursday,  27  5. 21

Emancipator  Jet Stream  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxLnAYAcqnM 

 

what a freakin delight 

                      his laughter woke him  then he laughed harderdisturbing the three cats in bed with him  the two younger ones fled 

                  Punks muled indie  indie was eleven he slept every night with him that he was home  he went back to sleep

gently petting indie he roamed through the dream that woke him his eyes closed it was daylight but he had been up three hours watching the Flower Blood Moon eclipse hadnt gotten back into bed until after five 

a dreamed certain bright lass had come to him three night running he was certain she wasnt a figmentshe existed somewhere he thought he might be penetrating her dreams as she was his

on the fourth night she shapechanged 

                                        she was darkcomplexed although the same curls attitudes the same infectious laughter that played throughout their interactions she betrayed herself  it was the certain ways she turned her headwidened her eyes when he teased confused her

feeling his waking coming on he asked her why she was disguised I can see you

the fifth night she shapeshifted again

                                       wildlyfreckled splayed across her high cheeks throat bosom dimpled redheaded  they spent the dream frolicking playing

again beginning to wake he asked her why her disguise Yare not fooling me

he wakened both morning without her replying 

there wasnt a sixth night 

                          he had gone to sleep too late slept too hard was too exhausted

the seventh night last night  after his time with the Flower Blood Moon she returned again the bright lass 

                                                                                                               Can you bark?

I can do whatever you like

that tickled her she laughed sounded like soft rain speckling the petals of yellowcupped poppies 

                                                                                                      You can do whatever I like?

I don suspect youll take advantage of me Unlike me of you

You’d take advantage of me?

OhMy the time weve spent together I dare say if I did itd be mutually advantageous

she laughed she didnt cover her mouth dimpled   exquisite 

                                                                 Alright now, back to business. Can you bark?

I said I can do whatever you like Whakind of dog big dog little dog hungry playful

Bark. Like a barker, a carnival barker.

Thats a different kind of dog Yah  Wha am I sellin

These. 

       she turned her back to him and motion him to come around to her side before her sprawled a long expansive table a brightred and white gingham tablecloth covering it on it was coloured tin platters of popcorn balls shaped like cartoon animals zoo animals marine mammals fish freestyled alien creatures some were the natural colour of white popcorn while others had tinted wings fins blushedcheeks wide-eyes others painted coloured cornsyrup 

What do you think?

I think theyre marvelous I can sellbark the hell out of these

turning to face him she had a popcorn animal in her hands she held it up for him 

                                                                                      For you.

You read my mind

she tossed her head laughed fullthroated 

                                            recovering through a broad smile she said I believe we have mirrored minds.

Yah  carnival mirror minds 

                             he took a bite delicious sweet salty a bite from between its legs then through some sticky crumbles on his lips popcorn in his mouth Tasty  I . . do . love eatin . . pussy . . .  cat

1319,  Day-between-Two-Ts ,  26  5. 21 & 2103

0954,  Thursday,  27  5. 21

Emancipator  Anthem  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KPw0EhUWA8                                                                                                                        

 

elevensomething in the morning

                                 he was getting workedup for the coming Flower Blood Moon lunar eclipse early next morning

figured hed be up by quarter to three catch the advent the fifteen minutes of total eclipse and as the moons brilliance began to return hed bid it adios he wasnt one for after-parties he attended events he attended weddings he ceased attending receptions because at weddings of recent memory he realised more people would be attending receptionsthe party than the wedding 

                           it galled him  so since he celebrated what ought to be celebrated 

You’re a stick in the mud, you just can’t have a good time, can you?

I enjoy a good time I resent the falsity of people enjoying a reception but not attending what the reception was for the bindingthe vow 

                 How was the wedding  The reception was great.

I don’t know what to say to you.

Don remember I asked you about the vows shared at the last wedding you attendedya said you were right up front I asked if they wrote their vows as it wasnt traditional they stood before a Justice not a clergy

Yes.

Remember I asked you what they vowed

Yes.

Whadidya say  tell me

I don’t recall, that was months ago.

Ya didnt recall three days later

I think I told you then it was the usual.

Yasaid exactly that The usual  then hyperbolically I said Ya mean Yada yada yada  Yada yadayada 

Why are we discussing this?

I donknow  maybe because a loving couple are forging a new life together and are making onceinalifetime promises 

Did they say Until death do we part

 

Yadon know  do ya

I don’t. I think so.

So much for the solemnity of marriage

Solemnity of marriage? You certainly have high expectations.

Cant make promises  just live together 

solemnity 

           he was anxious for the celestial eventhad always been keenly aware of celestial bodies the walkingtalking kind presented more frequently hence his awestruck fascination 

                                                            hed watch it alone

elevensomething 

he looked outside the bathroom window 

an exceptionallysoft cool breeze painted his chest

he had just finished showering

outside was calm quiet  neighbourhood dogs werent barking   still  the breeze wasnt high enough to move tree leaves

it was asif everything was suspended in crystalclear amber  embedded in a sheet of handblown glass onedimensional asif everything was waiting with him  suspecting that in the eclipse a portal opened and into it everything could talk could commune with departed loved ones  thankful their seeds fell where they did and flourished  thankful for their existence 

           one didnt have to have a tongue to speak with Eternity 

he did  but he didnt use it to talk   he wandered into the stream of collective unconscioussubmerged himselfbreathed like a fish  his happy neurons like palepearlescent octopi drifting symmetricspacey jellyfish 

One with All    

1130,  Twosday,  25  5. 21

1204,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  26  5. 21

Beatles  Revolution Nine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNdcFPjGsm8 

 

when he was a little boy he had a stuffed toy raccoon  anywhere he went the raccoon went with him   Tommy

he loved Tommy truly  he didnt go to sleep without him he did say anywhere he went

 

he was upset he was actually more than a little upset

he sat on a street curb with his granddaughter 

they had gone for a walk together and walked out furthur than they recognised they were taking five

Taking five, Grampa?

Were restin for a moment 

                          he was resting she was riding on his shoulders he did the same with his girls until he couldnt

shouldnt say couldnt should say his wife would say Put her down. She’s too big to be riding on your shoulders.   I could give you a ride on my shoulders if youd like   I don’t think so.   Yare not too big theyre not too big   People looking at the pair of you would think you’re ridiculous.   An you care wha other people think . I don 

out of the blue his granddaughter confessed that she accidentally Accidentally, Grampa. Accidentally, she said it three times  he didnt tell her that was an epizeuxis  usually he would I gave away a stuffed toy animal your sister, Aunt Lorelle, gave me for my first birthday. My Mom said. She told me. I still gave it away. 

his sister died not two years earlier

he supposed he couldnt blame hershe couldnt be faulted she was only one when she received it she was the first great niecefirst great granddaughter she received lots of gifts  she and her sister received lots of gifts for their birthdays and holidays the gifts almost seemed to be tributes and to his mind and taste they were too many 

                                                                                                    how was she supposed to remember one out of the glut she received

he gave her cash

many thought money was impersonal and mentioned it to him 

                                                                 Who asked you

it was a modest sum

he felt she was more likely to remember what she bought for herself 

                                                                        then when her money was goneshe was bankrupt when she couldnt buy what she wanted maybe shed think she should buy what she needed 

                                                                                                   it was a stretch

but every time he had the good fortune to spend alone time with her he mentioned it Need not want Buy whaya need Then occasionally treat yourself buy whaya want

 

he made her walk the rest of the way home   

0714,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  23  10. 19

1050,  Twosday,  25  5. 21

Stones  Can’t Always Get What You Want  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jv9sDn_2XkI

 

he was reading the Federalist Papers for pleasure 

                                                     Federalist 10 to be specific  Madison attacked the view that pursuing one’s own interest violates public spirit  he resisted using virtue

meanwhile as he read he understood that Abigail Adams worried to her friend Mercy Otis Warren of men whose “self Interest is all more powerfull than public virtue.”  Benjamin Franklin likewise wrote “Sordid self-Interest (was) the natural Produce of base Minds.”

he agreed hardily with Franklins assessment

                                                how it was base Minds today littered the media landscape the public sphere conflicted him  he couldnt understand how so many of them were serving elected officials 

                                                                                                       unless baser Minds were at play  or were played

Madison wrote “The causes of faction cannot be removed . . relief is only to be sought in the means of controlling its effects.” 

         the way to provide to harness its energies its effects was by involving “the spirit of party and faction in the necessary and ordinary operation of government.”

                                                     use one mans interest against anothers  the more interests at play in politics the smaller chance one intense passion will prevail

 

Federalist 10 was published 22 November 1787

                                                   he couldnt help but wonder if Madison wasnt Spooky  clairvoyant

he might have been writing of Now

Base minds running amuck in Fear

                                   the uniting drivel of white Base minds     

1407,  Monday,  24  5. 21

The Bas Lexter Ensample  Run Home  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afIk5NwitqI