18.6.21

 

his family wasnt irreligious they lived in California grewup there  as a matter of fact there were more religions in their somewhat rural community than you could shake stick at than Doan’s had pills 

religion didnt capture their interest 
                                   if push came to shove they could admit being partial to Greek mythology Titans Gods and Goddesses Monsters Cyclops  Pegasus 
                                                he was particularly attracted that Gods and Goddesses could materialise paterialise out of the bluethe golden ether and pleasure themselves with a mortal made perfect sense itd probably get old fucking Gods and Goddesses and likelygiven their sexual appetites proclivities in a short while the maulings would be incestuous 
               not that that would bother them they had ascended incest riles only the pious the petty the mortalmade


he just began dating a girl from Iowa 
                                       a looker a real sharp cookie
then not as sharp 
                  she had a religious background or rather her mother did  her mother said grace at every meal no matter where they dined she liberally spread her religionwhatever that religion was at that time


he met her parents not Met   they ran into each other 

he had been out of town on a job for a few weeks 

her house was between where the job had been and his place he thought it might be nice to drop in unannounced 

late afternoon 
               he grabbed some thick ribeyes peppers onions mushrooms greenbeans Greek yogurt blueberries beers

he rapped at the door

Daddy answered he looked nothing like his daughter 
                                                       Can I help you? was sizing him up
No thank you  Is Elle home

Just a moment.  he closed the door behind him as he turned to walk into the house 

growing up if he answered the door hed stand there and yell so-an-so into the house  they were eleven

 


Im curious Elle

Yes.

So around Christmas time when you were a kid did you your siblingsyour parents go around the neighbourhood at night bundled up singing carols

Yes.

for some reason he couldnt explain to her later that tickled his funny bone something fiercesomething awesomebefore he could check himself his laughter eruptedtore out of him in goutsblew up out of his belly and lungs peal atop peal wave splashingslathering wave

she was not humoured

her eyes got shiny

her features hardened

wiping tears from his eyes he was somewhat shocked her attractiveness eroded

he choked out his laughter


You think singing Christmas carols is funny?
                                               hardhard voice
I hadnt thought so  but apparently

Did you, did you grow up living under a rock?

Ohfuck ohmy hedidntthinkhepossiblyhadanylaughterleft evidently his well was deeper than he knew Thatsah reallyah  very funny Elle
               he erupted again into spastic bellylaughter


he had to admit when he gathered himselfwhen he wiped tears from his eyes he was somewhat surprised she hadnt left

1600ish,  Day-between-Two- Ts,  9  6. 21
1141,  Reggae Friday,  18  6. 21

17.6.21

 

What the hell? You said bedtime. You said, “Alright, time for bed, you coming, time for bed.”

You woke me up to tell me it was time for bed.

I was sleeping.

Alright. That’s okay, you feed me, I bought in.  It’s time for bed.

While you did your toiletry I stretched, can’t jump off the rocker cold onto the floor.

Come on, you said, as you made your way up the hall, turning lights off behind you.

Usually I like to play the game with you getting up onto the bed before you get your ass in it, but I was chasing bunnies when you woke me and I actually caught one, I had to decide what to do with it, never caught one before; that’s when you woke me. Trust me, I’ll return the favour, just when you catch whatever it is you were chasing.

You’re in bed, under a cool sheet and, wait, gimme a moment, you wouldn’t shut up about it, got so I memorised it, wait, yes, I just woke up, yes: robinegg blue, cotton herringbone twill thermal blanket.

So you beat me to bed. Your legs are spread. I’ll sleep between them.  Aaaah.

The bed’s so much softer than the hardwood rocker; why didn’t I fall asleep here? Oh yeah! You were watching a film. I wanted to be near you.

Aah, this is nice.

 

I wonder if I’ll catch that bunny again. Maybe I’ll get a salmon like a bear. The water rushing madly between rocks, boulders, against my rump, salmon leaping upstream, white water . . .                                                                                                 

                                    What the hell?

What the hell’s that?

she cracked her eye open 
                          just in time to see that goofy JESUSGOD! Aww’m cumming! face

 

You really had to disturb my sleep to say you’re going to bed when you should have said  I’m going to bed now to masturbate.

You really should have been explicit.

Going to sleep and going to masturbate are two different things, aren’t they?

 

I’m outa here.

 

Fucking inconsiderate human.

I’m pissing in a corner; lotsa luck with that.

                                                  What horseshit.                                                  
2226,  Twosday,  15  6. 21
1151,  Day-between-Two-Legs,  16  6. 21
Fela Kuti  Why Black Men Dey Suffer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvmKcB-nziE

It was hard to remember what to forget.

 

hed been looking at that statement on an off for a few days since reading it 

he took it somewhat as a challenge

he didnt know where to start

to remember

or to forget 


maybe he thought it was particularly difficult for him because he had a long memory  he often called his parents to ask them if he remembered correctly or had he read it somewhere dreamed it or fabricated it  lied and fixed it as a memory
he spooked his old man 
                        Why would you remember that, you were two, not even three. Talk to your mother.

his mother did as mothers do  tied it up in a pretty bow 
                                                           You remembered it exactly right, as you unerringly do. I suggest you quit doubting yourself. Your mind's like a bear trap; you have an elephant’s memory.

 

 

 

It was hard to remember what to forget.

Reggae Friday afternoon,  11  6. 21

16.6.21

 

no shrinking black female violet Mr Putin
                                             Rachel Scott

2259,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  16  6. 21


 

the elected House Republicans who are willing to lie about American history

they would rather have not said
                                    
but the cats are out of the bag 

wish we hadnt done that 
                           would rather have cinched it tight tossed the canvas sack in the river and drowned them
Andy Biggs  AZ

Mo Brooks  AL

Andrew Clyde  GA

Scott Des Jarlais  TN

Paulie Gosar  AZ

Ronny Jackson  TX

Doug La Malfas  CA

Thomas Massie  KY

Tom McClintock  CA

Ralph Norman  SC

Mike Rogers  AL

Matt Rosendale  MT

Chip Roy  TX

Tom Tiffany  WI 
                   gulb gulb   gulb  donsweat the bubbles will subside in a moment

2019,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  16  6. 21

 

a flyer wheatpasted in a bathroom somewhere

where would that be

the line wasnt his he could only wish it was

Rachael Maddow

had something to do with the Justice Department acquiescence to Former
he read the obits every day fingers crossed 
                                               Maniacal oaf
STOP  stopstop stop 
                        Yare not letting it lay at maniacal

Too imprecise

Comon lets throw some colour at the canvas Well Pollocktise it vomit on it

Awright I went maniacal

I raise you Illeismatise The Commander-in-chief The President when he talks about himself in third person but not a stylistic devise or foray  thatd be literature 
                                              Cant read with your head up your ass
Or cant read 
Me  Me me   me

Your turn was next

Lemme take the low hanging frui . . 
. . Like his balls

Ugh Really man 

Tryin to spice it upMama mia dem some spicyah meatahballsaah
                                                                   Apologies to our Italian friends 
It goes without saying

Your turn

Narcissist

Ya say egoist I say egotist

The difference

Selfish versus selfcentered 
                             Low hanging fruit

Yes Psychopath

Bring it home baby

Sociopath 


Got anything else

Yah

        Yacan look down

 

 

 


 

Ohmy 

 

2200ish,  Twosday,  15  6. 21
1328,  Day-between-Two-Balls,  16  6. 21


it was a cosmicComedic setup
                                anwhen something bigger than you intervenes its wise to go with the flow 


the episode began when he blanked while spelling gingham 
                                                               he wrote red and white gigham top 

breezing back  editing  gigham caught his eye That aint rightis it he knew it wasnt he Googled to confirm
                                                                                                              first listing to appear (343,000,000 results -- 0.80 seconds) were Ads models in gingham tops or whatever women prefer to them to be called and his eye droppedManohman on a ravishing buxom model  she had to be Hispanic  Caribbean South American Indianblood  all nicelyfolded together making a flakey delectable pastry  strudel appealed to him fruitfilled to bursting he wasnt familiar with flakey Hispanic pastries

no sooner had he alighted on the page than Venn walked in behind him not Sven not Scandinavian Venn as in diagrams notoriously he resorted to Venns bell-curves graph diagrams x- and y-axes to explain his thinking a thinking which was defined numerically statistically but he didnt gamble which suggested if statistics were emphatically his be-all end-all he should have put himself to a test however he was satisfied by overlybroad quantities not specific details   which he believed would denote quality 
                       My gosh, who the hell is that? 

No idea  A gingham n-g model

N-g?

Gingham not gigham which I knew I spelled wrong

And Googling your misspelling she popped up?

Yare lookin at her

Send that to me.

Send it to you

Yeah, I wouldn’t mind dropping in on her from time to time. 
                                                              immediately it occurred to him he ought to gift him a subscription to Playboy  Ah but Playboy wasnt Playboy of the 50s 60s early 70s  no skin mags were today

Send it to you 

Yes, please.

he sent it 
           probably fake tits he dislike fake tits  fake anything revealed something about their personality  then the need to flaunt it chilled him

 

 

cosmicComedy

frozen pizza

when yare stoned yare stoned

keep things simple 


Venn went to offer him two choices

Stop  when Im feeding you I don give options I got wha I got  Ya donwanna eat I dig  Go pizza  Easiest 

as Venn opened the packaging he read  Rack. Eighteen to twentyone . .
. . Sounds perfectwha Id expect

Perfect? Perfect?  What are you talking about?

RACK he was emphatic Eighteen to twentyone  Perfect

he shook his head side to side like a dumb beast What are you talking about?

Eighteen years old to twentyone years old Rack
                                                        ruining yet another implied joke  slow on the uptake  killed him

What’s eighteen to twentyone years old?

Really  Ya gotta ask 

Eighteen to twentyone years old?

Yare killin me ya need to repeat it 
                                   RACKS  Eighteen to twentyone year old racks 
Racks?

Jesus 
          Tits

Tits?

Young tits

Tits?   Rack.  Ohyeah, I get it.

Ohyeah  Anin the meantime tits have aged ten yearsChrist

I . .
. . Shush  I don wanna hear your I


Venn stood there holding the emptied box
                                            There’s another way, there’s bake.
Bake

Yeah. Twentyone to twentythree. Bake in a pan or on a cookie sheet.

Bake sounds older  Twentythree to twentyfive


How old do you think the Shein USA model was?

Ya kiddin me

What?

Were dancing around about years rack an pan  anyou recall the company the model posed for and wonder her age

Yeah, so, actually I was thinking more of her bust and cup size.

No  Cant go there  First off theres no scalethe photograph lacks scale

I’d say she ample.

Id say shes fivetwo her figure proportionate  Shes not statuesque not an Amazon

I’d say, since you’ve had your say, probably much taller and bustier; I’d guess thirtysevens, C-cup.

Id say yare dreaming
                       You saw her ethnicity  Hispanics tend to be smaller  So rather than the violence of fixing her in your mindpulled aparttortured to met your inflated assessment  stick to a commonsensical appraisal

I’d say, you  don’t   know.

Yadoneither


                   Rack the pizzawoudja

1810,  Saturday,  12  6. 21
1036,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  16  6. 21

15.6.21

 

Mare Lovell 
             last name not to be confused with or was related to James Lovell twice to the moon but didnt walk on it

he was like James twice to her bedroomspent the night but didnt walk


he rapped at the house door

she was expecting himshe made the invitation 

Mare times was scatterbrained it endeared her to him mostly because shit stuck in his memorybanks 
                                                                                                           Good thing you have a long memory; I need it. she laughed gayly it was infectious deep dimples

he checked the door locked 
                              he rapped again

he took the key from its hiding spot 
                                      when her mother was alive shed call him if she was running late and ask him to go over and help her with her medication

he went to school mornings he studiedwas free in the afternoon

he didnt mind 
               her father was somewhat an art collector the house was huge Mare would forget to tell him of her fathers latest purchase so when he helped out he was often thrilled hed leave notes for her fatherhis opinion his father left him notes  acknowledged his eye 

he unlocked the door and returned the keyhe had a key in his pocket 
                                                                         twice before he broke a window to get in when Mare took the key inside but didnt return it

it was critical her mother have her medicine

later there was a full-time nurse

which was a reprieve a relief to Mare and him


Mare he said rather than yelled 
                                  she was jumpyoften distracted by the thoughts in her headamazing thoughts so if he yelled hed pop her like a bolt of speed

her choices were 747s Xanax Klonopin Seconal Numbutal he disliked the fit of it on her called it Numbedbrutal Yeah, well, just be grateful you don’t have to take these. 
he wasnt sure she had to  

he heard a shuffling upstairs

he bound up the carpeted stairs

the sound was from her room her father let her have the master bedroom its spacious bath and closets Mare promptly dropped a Californian King in it 
                                  one could get lost in it 
she did the two times he slept with her dejectedlySLEPT

her door was cracked

she wasnt modest 
                    Everybody’s got a body. Yah but not everybodys got a body like you Mare Ya understand how it affects me she laughed  I do; it's uplifting for you.  Ah, poor baby, bad joke. she conceded then and a few other times to give him crazed hand jobs 
                               she was marvelously intent her eyes fixed on his cock  glanced up into his eyes as she stroked himread him they went on fifteentwenty minutes  she teased him a couple times that she lost where his ejaculate went I think it hit the ceiling. 
It's textured, no big deal. 


he went in noiselessly

her long curly redhair hung off the bed 

by look of the appleass hiding her face the girls were deep in the throes of a hardy sixtynine 

he walked up to the edge of the bed they didnt hear him  Mares eyes were closed

he ran his thumbnail down the girls spine to the cleavage of her ass

she wiggled her fanny 
                       she likes it

he sucked his thumbwetting it ran it down her spine again and poked her in the ass
                                                                                         she likes it 
he poked deeper 
                 she likes it 

he wiggledstuck his thumb up her ass she gaspedmuffled then with his thumb in her ass he took ahold of her hip and lifted her pussy off Mares faceher lapping tongue 
                                                    the gal moaned but consumed enthusiastically kept after Mares pussy   

she looked up at him wideeyed huge hickorybrown eyes her face shinysmeared with her girlfriends juices 
                                                                                                                             Jesus Mare ya couldve told me you were queer
she peeped I’m queer. 
                      then smiled her big radiant infectious dimpled smile that always warmed the cockles of his heart and cock 

Im downstairs Had a dinner invite  

Damn. I forgot.

0023,  Reggae Friday,  11  6. 21
1433,  Monday,  14  6. 21

14.6.21


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