scribbling yet another bell-curve he might have been dismayed that he wasnt drawing it upsidedown but they were sitting side by side as opposed to usual seats across from each other

he struck a median line down from the nipplethe tippytop drew it down to the X-axis  That’s intelligence, the Y-axis denotes population.

The median connotes the IQ quotient of one hundred, the population mean.  he printed 100

Which population

Worldwide population.

I gotta dispute that 

                     Show me the bell-curve of Comptonmuch abused  Inner City of Chicago or Detroit  show me the gated communitiesthe compounds that have their own police force  Bel-Air   Show me those

For simplicity’s sake, let’s agree this is representative worldwide.

I cant 

      Show me the axes and curve for Palestinians in apartheid Israel  the supposition that the mean is a hunred is audacious   But it serves your purpose correct

It serves my purpose.

As long as you admit it

I’m not admitting that, I’m sharing what people who know, the experts, have learned. This is their representation.

Name me one expert

I can’t, however they’re experts.

Weak man but as long as youve admitted it serves your purpose lets continue for the sake of argume . .

. . Which you’re always up for.

I am hellyah When anyone runs their mouth without identifying who they is experts are yare gonna get my attention my ire An don lean on Trust me I don trust anyone

                                                  Youll recall Just the facts, ma’am, just the facts. Im Joe Friday every day of the week anya know that so don get irritated with me  Ya know Ill call ya out 

Are you done?

Im done until you irritate me again 

The g-factor, s.d., is approximately sixteen points on the X-axis.

Jesus Irritated  G-factor s. d. Wha the fuck ya talkin about 

G-factor, general intelligence factor, s. d., standard deviation, which is understood . .

. . Not by me

Which is understood, if you’d hear me out.

Where do you find this shit

It comes up on my cellphone.

IQ tests come up on your phone an you take them

It’s right there, if I’m unoccupied at the momen . .

. . Your devise beckons  it has learnedits algorithms have learned by your handyer involvement that yare susceptible  Your devise is gaming you

I’m interested in my IQ . . 

. . Because it swings wildly aboutsometimes yare intelligent sometimes yare not

No. his eyes brightened   Because I’m curious.

Donmake me laugh thats not curious Seems more likely ya can be led around by the nose duped are compulsive or possibly a tad maniacal

                          Thats not curious

You’re being judgey.

Stop were offpoint Back to your defense G-factor s. d.

 

Lose your place in line

Standard deviation which is understood  wha

he cleared his throat asif he hadnt 

                                     Understood to be sixteen points. Per the s. d., the medium, onehundred, one standard deviation, s. d., along the X-axis, intelligence increasing, is onehundredsixteen; those less fortunate, by one s.d., fall to eightyfour . .

. . Like bottom line for military service and cops

I don’t know that.

I doneither though I wouldnt be surprised Lotsa cops come out of the military To our dismaymy bitter dismay their trainingtheir mindset is to kill They wont be peace officers More likely have an occupation force mentality Ya don de-escalation pointing a gun at someone An dondare question them their understanding is your immediate submission

For once they get to give orders

I don’t know that.

Now you do Consider yourself enlightened 

                                              Yaknow for all your G-factor s.d. axes bell-curves you probably missed your calling  Yacould have beenyears ago a sensational eugenicist  yacould have been up to your wrists and elbows in womens bodies sterilising them  Snipsnip here an a snipsnip there neutering men  Paladin Have Icepick Will Travel  Richard Boone-y lobotomies

 

Nothing

My point, if you can listen, was going to be about people who are two standard deviations above the median. Imagine. Onehundredthirtytwo, which according to Mensa represents only two percent of the population.

                                                                                                   Think of that! What would someone of that intelligence have to say to you or me that we’d understand or we might say to them that they already didn’t know.

he made his point

he was terribly pleased with himself

Jesus Mensa 

               I hear MensaI know what it is  an I hear Oy vey Such a mensch

However someone of integrity or who is honourable isnt necessarily smart IQ smart  Their street smart might crush your intellectual  An I cant help but immediately think of the stenciled tshirt mister missus or miss Onehunredthirtytwo is wearing

 

Are you gonna say?

Thought youd never ask 

                          Excuse me the pen please

he was hesitant to give up the pen

Ill give back  he had to slip it out of his hand 

                                               he wrote on the pageclutched in a clipboard beneath the elaborate bell-curve and indexing 

finishing he handed the pen and paper back to him  he circled his remark because the eugenicist didnt watch him write

he read it to himself

DONT TALK TO ME

YOUR WORDS MEAN NOTHING

1546,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

1222,  Monday,  14  6. 21

https://www.123test.com/g-factor/ 

 

Him, there. she pointedquickly a stiletto stick in an out  Avoid him.

Avoid him?

Yes, by all means; though it isn't as hard as it sounds.

How do you mean?

He doesn’t know you’re alive, or could he care. 

He’s a good looking man.

Yeahhe’s got that going for him, could call him enticing, but it’s a façade. 

she put the tip of her little finger to her lips 

                                            Ah. You made a play and he didn't bite?

Bite? He looked right through me, not my approach, but through me asif I wasn’t there.

                                                                                            Sidestepping me he said  Excuse me, please.

Excuse me? 

               You’re a goodlooking woman.

Thank you.  Excuse me. 

                                 

there is a void in him

                         its only grown larger 

hes interested in what hes interested in but that doesnt extend to peopledoesnt seek affection or company

the void has only hardened like a chrysalis except no butterfly is going to emerge  he is selfcontained selfmaintained

comfortable in his skin and company

the void will only grow larger

why would he drag anyone into it

thatd be selfish

1350,  Sunday,  13  6. 21

missing accent marks Akale Wube  Gubelye https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwANWwGy-2U

 

with nothing in mindwhich was an accomplishment

                                                   four minutes past midnightgreeting the new day was anything cookin

he was a greeter  once upon a time in a radicallydifferent life he might have worked for WalMart  served time in Hell

he was good at it

                 which is why he flexed muscles imposed his curiosity dealt his insights and perceptions to customers at a local liquorstore 

he greeted them by their names

they didnt know if they liked that

he made them like it

despite themselves

 

with nothing in mind 

                      he had given himself ten minutes to come up with something it was eleven past midnighthe better get a move on rather his brain had better 

FUCK YOU. 

          Ahgood still have a partner 

MISSED THE BOAT. FOURTEEN PAST.

Maybe in the morning

IF WE’RE STILL HERE.  

In the morning

LOVE YER OPTIMISM.

 

0004,  Sunday,  13  6. 21

 

                  everything 

                            everything  had an aura tonight    Everything embedded with light

in  bed  with  light 

he knew he was exactly where he should be there was nowhere else  to be

                                                                                  to Be

he couldnt have been anywhere else 

                                       which confirmed for the hunredth timethe thousandth time

he was right to leave

I’d like you to meet my son, Joe. When he grows up he’s not going to live here, he’s moving away to live somewhere else. 

     Where? No. He can’t say. Just going to live somewhere else.

 

when he got married West Side Story Somewhere was sung 

                                                                 he happened somewhere

like him she sought Somewhere too 

                                           Somewhere else

where they found light

where light was accompanied by rainbowed auras   canyonsounds had echoes

then the lights went out

 

it was hard for him to know exactly where he was

                                                                   for years 

this evening bathed in an exquisite cool breeze Luna was two days in a new moon silverwhite slivered  looked like a slick scimitar

yesterday Venus trailed herthey were exceptional close he watched them go behind the hills that formed the horizon

tonight Venus led the way 

                           flickering  yelloworangamber hued orangyolkamberred tingedRED gone

all the while embraced by her octopusmate her vivacious aura

Luna wore a weddinghalo and followed

                                         the stars watched shivered  their light sparkling and veiledenveloped

2134,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

 

 

No thanks he spoke into the reflection off the microwave door he had no idea microwaves were that big  Give me what artichoke you will an Ill boil it the oldfashioned way on top the stove 

The microwave works; the nutrients don’t leech out as when you boil it.

Knock yourself out I prefer boiled Ill enjoy mine in good time

The microwave works, I’m telling you.

Youve told me I hear youheard you loud and clear  Which artichoke would be mine 

he got the water going on and began paring the artichoke  What are you doing?  Prepping the artichoke  I haven’t seen that before.  Yare kiddin me though now you have  I’ll wait on my artichoke for you.  No don knock yourself out 

he counted how many times he knocked himself out 

                                                       pulling the artichoke out of the microwave he plucked a leaf tried it he tugged on it with his front teeth it was tough  putting it back into the microwave he said It’s tough.

I can see

You got to make a face? I could have eaten it with my molars, if I wanted to.

Ifya want  Sounds nuts 

I have on occasion.

As I said  ifya want but that doesnt make any sense to me 

Boiling the hell out of . .

. . When you were a kid thats how it was cooked anya ate it

I was a child; now we know bett . .

. . You know better 

I know better, yes, I know better. I’d rather enjoy all the nutrients now, because I can use a microwave.

Look at it however youd like  Im content eating in forty minutes Boiling it isnt as labor-intensive as microwaving it

That the fourth time you put it back in

I’m not counting.

I am Its the fourth time he watched him tug at it then he went after it with his molarshe wasnt going to concede  Yamight wanna put it back in  It doesnt seem its done  

It’s tough; I think it’s the artichoke.

I think its you

he put it back into the microwave two more times

he could understandgot that wrong he saw how many meals and vegetables were for the microwave at the market he conceded the convenience but convenience didnt play in his life he loved the process the selection of ingredients the preparation seasoning how the foodthe kitchen smelled better and better as the meal cooked he liked how his belly growledanticipating a meal 

he would have preferred eatingsharing dinner with another but that wasnt often in the cards  he always played the cards he was dealt

his artichoke was tender he dipped every third or fourth leaf in butter he scooped the choke out cut the heart into quarters dropped a quarter in slathered it with melted butter 

when he finished he almost was spot-on with the butter  just a little left bits of artichoke in it  he tipped the bowl to his mouth and sipped the last of the butter  he licked the bowl

You made that look obscenely good.

I would have been happy to share

No. I had mine.

It was tough

It was; you got the better of the two artichokes.

Apparently

             it was no fun beating a dead horse

 

1050,  Reggae Friday,  11  6. 21

1033,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

Peter Tosh  Mystic Man  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8od_UP0omg

     

       cooch

              disregarding its slang its a marvelous sounding wordmusical  whos the cooch on the couch  damn poetic 

Get over yourself  listen to the music 

                                     cock isnt melodic  more similar to bang bam  toolish   foolish 

cooch 

       Got accoohtrementsbaby  like milk for cookies hot fudge for vanillabean icecream   Go au naturelbabe   

NOno no not olive oil

                     Please no olive oil  Your cooch putany pussy aint salad

                                                                                   Think  dessert  

he had dessert

Norwegian Kristian

Miami

she prepared pompano en papillotemusical 

had gone to the fish market in Coconut Grove where he treated her to conch chowder

Ready for dessert?

                   she giggled  it lit her face electrified her iceblue eyes 

coming out of the kitchen she set a huge oval metal platter of fresh fruit before him papaya mango banana blueberries 

she giggled again  she used the edges of her long hands to gently spread the fruit from center to the rounded edges

she sighed  Now I need your help.

Awright 

Push your chair back so I can get between you and the table. 

Awright he was terribly amused

she stepped between him and the table

Dessert he asked 

Patience, baby. 

The fruit looks amazing

It does; now help me, my hands are sticky. 

How can I help

Undo my shorts 

he was Johnnyonthespot didnt have to ask him twice 

the shorts were buttoned 

he played as he unbuttoned them kissed her belly tongued her bellybutton

                                                                                   Are you going to take them down? 

Did ya want me to take them down 

I do. 

he ran his hands up her waistdown her waist catching her pants with the sides of his handhis thumbs at her belly his thumbs at the hollow of her hips her pelvis  her pants fell noiselessly to the floor

she deftly kicked them aside

                               Dessert?

Please 

Help me up. 

he lifted her up set her on the platter 

she laid back on the beech diningroom table set her feet on his thighs 

pushing the chair back he rested her legs on his arms

eventually he got they got to the fruit

she drizzled it with coconut oil                                                                                                                       

1506,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

1250,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

Awcomon 

Aw come on nothing.

Nothing ya kiddin me

Take five, give it a rest.

Take five 

          Ya don take fivedon take your foot off the gas when yare right

Wha do people actually get when they lie to get it

                                                     Its simple straightforward

looking him in the face as he spoke he watched him go stony try to disconnectslip off the hook

                                                                                                   he yanked on the line Comon  yare a selfdeclared prophet of truth a beacon a bright lighthouse above rocky shoals protecting vessels filled to brimming with humanity 

                           Step up 

Stony reset his jaw

he wasnt impressed 

                      Stony didnt have a square chin it came to a point a button  crack him on it an out go the lights

Steppin to the plate man

Stony stroked his jawhis hand hiding the button he looked a little more formidable 

                                                                                         So what do you think? 

formidable fell on its face

I said wha I thought when I asked

You asked, I’m asking you.

Whadid the question imply

I can’t read your mind.

Ya can tell whawas on my mind by my expression body language  the tone in my voice

                                                                                                 A blind man could 

That was uncalled for.

Ya gimme no choice gotta dig in my spurs  Whado people actually get when they lie to get it

They think they get what they want. 

They do  Do they 

No.

Thank you Im prophetconfirmed 

                                      Took your sweet ass time arriving

0141,  Monday,  7  6. 21

2247,  Twosday,  8  6. 21

      

      a chrysalis 

                   that was the best descriptioncomparison he could make for her gown  diaphanous   sequinedbut not

   fit like snakeskin

they walked together 

they talked 

            though they didnt speak 

when she decided they stopped 

she wanted to sit and relax

she removed her gown

                       she turnedmusically counterclockwise an it relentedopened like flower petals at her ankles loosening as she turned it rose up over her knees her hips waistshe put her arms above her head it rose over her breasts her shoulders throat passed her face flowedup over the top of her headher tawny hair moving under it like rising smoke caught in a gentle vortex it went to her elbows an wrappedwound her wrists binding her

                                                                                                      then stopped

bringing her arms downbending her elbows she whipped the gown several times clockwise before she freed her hands 

     she was naked

                     her skin pale pearlescentgreen beautifully set off her brilliant sharpgreen eyes 

she wasnt shy or modest or embarrassed  like a child           

                                                         breathtaking

working the gown into one hand she snapped it

                                                 he thought its fireflies its mesmerising facets would scatter they did not

then she sat on her right hip in the long grass her legs togetherbroke at the knees

he sat beside her

as she went to sit she halved the gown laid it across her thighs against her belly  soft fires flickered in it kisses from the sun

she was as extraordinary as he was common 

they conversed until the sun began to fall  the sky hazingturning goldenamber 

he had no memory of words spoken

       I must go she began to standhe cautioned her stood quickly offered his hand 

she accepted it

he helped her up 

                   he knewunderstood to step back 

an as he did she unfoldedunfurled her gown snapped it like bullwhip an then with it around her wrists she flung her arms above her head an turned clockwise

                                             the gown hung momentarily above her head a calla lily

then in reverse of earlier it descended her bodycloaking her  when she ceased turning the gown held a life of its own a centripetal force  it snugged her like snakeskin 

they met two more times 

                           in a glade  lastly on a yellow dune broken with tall greengrass overlooking a palepink watermelon sea

he couldnt help but notice her aureoles were its colour

   when she left he suffered a fortunate amnesia it was until she was gone that he remembered she said she wouldnt see him again because had he remembered he would have begged her to stay 

                                                                                 he would have begged on his knees 

there is a place inside his head however he can go and hear herhear her voice repeating their hours of conversation

sometimes behind it in an echo a soft reverberation she offered something other

he hung on every word

        

0817,  Twosday,  8  6. 21

2334,  Twosday,  8  6. 21

 

Are you not intellectual cats Comon 

                                      Im counting on youse to be able to discern between inanimate dead leaves weedtuffs blowing by outdoors and reallife creatures youd consider prey

Yaint dogs

           not balllicking dope asses

three of the five at the screen door eyeballed him

                                                   Guilty as charged  maybe the neuteringspaying did it

he could imagine a neutered man might think differently  particularly if it happened while a boy  or as a girl spayed

hormones buhbye

denied gonads children would think differentlywouldnt they   but who decided or ordered it or performed it

some real headcases

                      real head-up-their-ass cunts   imagine the audacity 

he struggled deciding to have his kittens fixed

they were feral 

                the State in its infinite wisdom and hand out came down against feral cats pissed him off  it deemed they should be purchased through a pet store or cattery  domestic geneticallymanipulated cats

it discounted that people let cats go to scavengefend for themselves  they wouldnt free a dog

dogs  too dependent

cats  expendable

if he learned who let their cat go or stupidly admitted it hed see to it they were expendable   free catfud for months

       hed lick the spoon after serving the kittens

poor babies 

             they watched acutely from a crouch in the house at screen doors and windows as dead leaves and weedtuffs scrambled across the grass and pavement

it drove them nuts

drove him nuts

though licking the spoon did make him feel better

1616,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  6. 21

234 is better than 1434,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

got a tiger by the tailcant let it go  he does  itll turn on him 

                                                              not him hes sympathetic

rather turning on cuntmales who hold women in little esteem 

he was a fan of the tiger

feed it raw meat

encourage it 

Hippocrates  possibly first in a long line of cuntmales who believed that womens illnesses were about their uterus mind you he believed that a woman was a “deformed” or “mutilated” man  hysteria is from Greek hystera meaning womb

Aretaeus of Cappadocia a physician doubleddown on uterus he considered it “an animal within an animal” an organ that “moved of itself hither and thither in the flanks” he hadnt read hither and thither in a long while in a disorganised way 

mightily entitled men eh

up rolls a heavy hitter London surgeon Isaac Baker Brown 19th-century he advocated clitoridectomies   Is that a thing?   Ill look it upIll get to the bottom of that for you ya simply beat me to the punch  Hmm   there we go  ought to call it wha it is  female genital mutilation  if it was called thatnot gussied it up scientificallymedically I might not have paused  but guess why Doc Brown advocated clitoramas   I can’t, I wouldn’t know.  Donknow  Ya cant because you donknow   You don’t know, I wouldn’t know; semantics.   Ya love hiding behind semantics no matter  Ol Doc Brown recommended a clitorama to curecure mindya  disorders supposedly caused by excessive masturbation  Evidently wemens can masturbate excessively  I wonder wha the procedure is calledprescribed to alleviate disorders caused by excessive male masturbationOHSTOP  boys will be boys   Boy, put down your cock and help me outside with the yardwork.  Just a minute Dad in just a minute   Man, the scenarios you contrive; pat yourself on the back, I know you’re proud of yourself.   Wha  thats wha my old man would say to me  He got my Playboysbut  did he get all of them  Boy put down your cock  Sometimes I thought he meant me to shoot it in the headput me out of my misery excessive masturbation 

                         Yare rollin your eyes 

the 1930s 40s American neurologists Walter Freeman aint that a curious last name Free to do wha he wishes and James Watt performed lobotomies on wemens partly based JESUS any part based is horseshit that a woman deviating from ideal domesticity Its a mans world WHOLLY BASED if she deviated from domesticity Buy a fuckin cow doc that represented an Illness that needed to be cured

 

Did I get to the bottom of that for you cuz I got one more tidbit

One more? I figured you exhausted yourself.

Nah Id pass out before I was exhausted

Alright. As long as it’s only one tidbit; I’m getting exhausted listening to you.

The wandering womb bit

Yes, I recall.

A prescription for the looming threat of a wandering womb going room to room the power it asserts over wemen physicians would prescribe Baby yaknow its a Mans world would prescribe consistent sex to keep wemen pregnant to keep their ostensibly bored wombs occupied  an therefore in its rightfulpossibly ordained  place

Man, the things that capture your imagination.            

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1155,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

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https://www.wired.com/2014/05/fantastically-wrong-wandering-womb/