Hold on hold on yare not complaining are ya

                                                he had sat down across from him in a huff sat down heavier than he thought he should have so dramatic

                              One this shit isnt magic Two you said you don wanna work that hard

You’re gonna beat me with that again?

                                              he wiped his face with his hand widowspeak to chin

Lets not get crazy yare being ridiculous  Whas with the exaggeration

You keep hanging that around my nec . .

. . It  it came out of your mouth

                                  I didnt say though I do repeat it   Youve made my point

So I should quit bitching?

Your words not mine

                            YES  Quit bitchin

I thought it was going to be easier than this.

                                              it  IT   was getting laid again 

It can be easy

What do you mean?

Off the top of my head Mustang Ranch Betcha can Google Nevada houses of ill repute an find a dozen or better brothels You were just in Tahoe

                            Should have stretch your  legs

I’m not paying for it.

Actually  You are

                    Dinners drinks movies  Yare picking up the tab

That’s dating.

Anyer dating  why

Companionship an an off chance youll get laid Are you really tryinright now to fool yourselfyaint foolin me

                                                                                                                 it appeared he was thinking of rolling his eyes at how absurd his assertion was

                                                                       Save tha for an idiot

Reading my mind?

Nope Wouldnt want to tread your no mans land

                                   

So there is a solution to your I don wanna work that hard problem

                                                                      he bored a hole in him with his eyes

                                                                                                                    Then too theres the exigency of hard

Brother . .

. . Brothel . .

. . You’re really pushing my buttons now.

I always push your buttons keeps ya movin

You do.

 Yes

          This is wharya thank me

Thank you?

Yare welcome

Babe if Nevada is a no go you may be waiting a long long time to find a woman with frisson in her fanny for you

approaching 1600hrs,  ReggaeFriday,  7  1. 22

1324,  Twosday,  11  1. 22

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_brothels_in_Nevada

Bill Laswell  Lost Roads  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr_Kkh618d4

 

they were high

How high? someone could ask

so high they shared diarrhea stories

                                     their sojourn began when he admitted that before he went to bed last night he said out loud Im going to have diarrhea during the night

Max howled

                    when he was able to contain himself he said You said OUT LOUD to yourself that you were going to have diarrhea?

Yup

Going, going to have diarrhea?

    Yes

          I felt something shift in my guts an said as much so I informed my brainmy body to be on high alert to wake me so I would wake up alone

Wake up alone, what the hell are you talking about?

Jesus man so I didnt shit the bed

OH, oh, oh.

             What made you think you’d have a problem during the nigh . .

. . Night wha nightno night I woke at One-o-eightwas on the pot so long my legs almost feel asleep slept briefly an was up again at Three-o-eight another lengthy Park it buddy

You looked at the clock?

I did  I looked because I was fascinated how quickly I was right I don often wake during the night

                                                                                                            Unlike you

Had to go there?

Me Ya take me there almost every time we meet for coffee

                                                                Did I say almost every time

Don’t rub it in.

Callin me a liar

Not every time.

I think every timeI don mind  Youve had your challenges I havent he rapped the porch railing their beers were sitting on

I have, but back to you going to; why were you going to?

A frozen pizza pepperoni pizza As I was eating it I recalled the last time I shit  Suppose Ive provided cruel confirmation huh

Yeah.  I still can’t get over going to.

I was Idve bet money on it  A sure thing

Surefire?

Fortunately not fire I really dislike those shits

Really dislike . . you can say hate.

Ya know I wont Hate Evil Not part of my lingo

You’re something else, man.

                               So you’re not eating frozen pizzas?

That brands pepperoni I prefer anchoviesJESUS  I cant remember the last time I had a professionally prepared pizza  You

A, excuse me, professionally prepared pizza? That phonaesthetics?

No Cute cunt is its an alliteration like Some Smug Slug

Ahyes, you’re right. Some smu . .

. . Not mine  Thats a childrens book

I like it. Some  smug   slug.

Dig your enunciation

Thank you.

                Some  smug   slug.      Man . . I’m really high.

       

308 better than 1508,  ReggaeFriday,  7  1. 22

1119,  Twosday,  11  1. 22

 

they didnt talk frequentlyhadnt since they shared a bed a bedroom as boys in their parents home

his brother enlisted in the Marinesbeat him out of the house

he followed inside a year and aside from brief visits he did not live in his parents home again

his brother returned home four years later

since their mother died they talked more than they had in the previous thirty years

he had kids his brother had kids

                                    pretty simple math children absorbed ones time if one did it right

but they were talking now

talked when he called

that hadnt changed

he always had to make the overture

unfortunately he had the time

his children moved away as he expected them too he raised them his wife died he lived alone

when they spoke he made the caveat that they would speak honestly and unsparingly (that was code for him crying)

his brother was his best friend growing up

they befriended two others who also became best friends

                                                                   one had died

his mother-in-law told him if he could count best friends on one hand he was blessed

a year into their renewed telephone conversations his brother would tease him Are we going to be unsparing?

hed laugh

              Lets see how it goes no telling

No, I suppose not; no telling.

Not at all

0108,  ReggaeFriday,  7  1. 22

1550,  Monday,  10  1. 22

 

he heard noise in the hallway leading down to the back porch where he slept 

if he wished he could partitioned the hall from the porch with a blackout curtainfor privacy but it wasnt often anyone headed down the hall after lights out and he was usually the one turning them outusually the last heading to bed

the noise heels on the wood floor were unfamiliar

he rolled off the bedcovering his naked girlfriend with the sheet to her waisther back to the hall pulled on a pair of shorts went out leaving the curtain wide open

                                         a lamp went on lighting a woman he didnt know

Who the hell are you who let you in

A roommate I suppose, he didn’t say, he wanted to go back to bed; I’m surprised you didn’t hear me knocking.

he knew who a kid who moved in not two weeks ago had the room closest the front door several people lived in the old house once it had been a manse but now was carved up into separate apartments sharing common areas the kitchen bathrooms

             bohemian

Who the hell are you

he noticed she held paperwork in her hand a straitlaced skirt blouse-buttoned-to-her-throat jacket middleaged woman

then shaking the paperwork at him without saying who she began a rant he wasnt interested in listening to something C P C S Two Four Three Point Four an sumptinsumptin P D 

                                                          he interrupted Im not following acronyms shut me off ya havent said who you are

some blather indignation fucking birds outside began chirpingwelcoming the dawn 

                                                                                         WHO ARE YOU

I’m from Neighbourhood Watch!

WHO ARE YOU

Mrs. Smith.

Mrs Smith from neighbourhood watch didnt know we had one early aint it

This is supposed to be posted if not on your door then in the vestibule; it is not.

It is not my door take it up with the landlord

Mrs Smith look past him into his bedroom   glared muttered Harlot

                                                                      leaving his arms to his side he walked up into her faceshe began backing away TIME TO GO SMITH he pressed forward she backed upthen she turned tail BUHBYE SMITH he followed her out the front door

I’ll leave this . .

. . Take it with you take it up with the landlord

I don’t know who that is.

I reckon youll work it out

Who are you?

he had already turned his back on her SOMEONE YOU DON WANNA KNOW shut the door bolted it

hed talk with the kid later that morning

he went back up the hall to his bedroom pulled the curtain closed

his girlfriend was awakehad rolled onto her back

                                                    Hiya beautiful really nice tits

These? playfully she gripped themsqueezed them together

he knelt on the bed kissed her bit one offered breast

                                                         Ouch.

That didnt hurt

No, you hurt me just right.  Harlot.

You heard that

Yes, also someone you don wanna know.

I didnt mean to be loud

You project, but I was listening.

                                     I’ve never been called a harlot before.

I didnt know people said itIve read it

You can call me Jean Harlot.  Harlow. Get it?

Got it when it came out of your mouth

she smiled lasciviously

                         Lose the shorts babe

0308,  Reggae Friday,  7  1. 22

1227,  Monday,  10  1. 22

Artie Shaw  Nightmare  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iabQmjaWCM

   

Max agonisedtalked openly about his circumstance

                                                     wondered What should I do?

plenty offered their opinions

I’m asking you; what should I do?

Youll do wha youll do when yare ready

You’re not telling me anything.

Ive nothing to tell ya tha ya don know already

You’re a pain in the ass, man, I’m asking . . rather . ah . . I’ll ask, what would you do?

Being tha I wouldntve done wha ya did Im not a person to ask

                                                                    I would sayhowever  quit with the opinion polls 

Its your life your decision

 

Max agonized for years years of magical thinking  inaction

he didnt quit pestering him

                             when he brought it up hed replynot harshly I cant hear you

Max finally got it through his thick skull what he had toneeded to do he divorced

for months  months  monthsafter hed ask  Why didn’t I divorce her sooner?

You werent ready

I wasted a lot of time.

No  It was time you needed to spend

Feels like waste now.

Its over in the hopper

                       End of an error

Max nodded I suppose, end of an era.

he didnt correct him

0939,  Monday,  10  1. 22

 

I like cold uncomfortable winters Comon its California not Minnesota

                                                                        he confessed

I like living on par with animals

                                 he confessed

it was nice to sidestep confessionals holy priests flickering votives an allow himself to say things aloud clean to the wind sonorous dry tumbling leaves to a hawk soaring above which found him unworthy of its attention

                                                                                                             hed confess

I can embrace my worthless humanness

. . . an consciousness  Wha about consciousness

What about it?

he knelt down to a planter heaping with vagrant poppies

                                                           These are perennials they have consciousness . .

. . No.

They do

No they do not.

Do not

        When you say that I know yare makin a comparison Wha are you comparing a poppys consciousness to

Comparisons aren’t necessary; they are not conscious.

Ah . . they are . . . yare comparing it to yourself arent you

I didn’t say that . .

. . No I am

            Im referring to consciousness  Why do tha Why must you an others have to compare everything to themselves Were not the be-all end-alls he or she are only a human beings

You don’t grasp how ridiculous it is to suggest a plant has consciousness . .

. . A five hunredyear old tree an ancient rock

                                                They have consciousnesses We cant even begin to relate to them because were here an gone in a centurythats ridiculous  most of us gone inside a tawdry seventy years if were lucky an the whole of it thinking ourselves the preeminent the apex being on the planet We don use our time to become acquainted with rocks plants animals because you your ken believe they exist only to be used befouled   tortured

Sounds like you’re coming off your rails.

                                          Careful, man, talk like that makes you sound like you’ve gone around the ben . .

. . Talk like that because you don believe consciousness exists beyond human animals

You’re being ridiculous, fantasifull, drop it.

No

     I wont

1500ish,  ReggaeFriday,  7  1. 22

1220,  Sunday,  9  1. 22

I am eye

Why would he say that

For instance chorused several of his interior hims and hers he was just taking a leak an do ya know wha he imagined we see wha he imagines he couldnt blind or blinker us if he tried it was rhetorical question  The clear bright bubbles coming up off the surface created by his stream made him imagine they were compound eyeslike insects they watching him as he watched them

                              An then he imagined that the toilet seeing had vivified anif it was discontented with its functionif it stomped off its mooring pulled free of its tethers its plumbing resisted  at least he knew where the main was so he could turn off the water minimise his cleanup  after slayingsmashing the fragile animated porcelain

1053,  Sunday,  9  1. 22

“Our eyes see very little and very badly – so people dreamed up the microscope to let them see invisible phenomena; they invented the telescope . . . now they have perfected the cinecamera to penetrate more deeply into the visible world, to explore and record visual phenomena so that what is happening now, which will have to be taken account of in the future, is not forgotten.”  —  Provisional Instructions to Kino-Eye Groups, Dziga Vertov, 1926 

http://www.sensesofcinema.com/2003/great-directors/vertov/

I am eye for the creation of fresh perceptions unknown to you

whole lotta love

 

he crossed traffic the crosswalk ended at the toes of an embankment which was treedhad threefourfoot tall bushes as ground cover

              a path wound down from above cut by people like himself a shortcut  an from it a darkcomplexed girlnot a tall girla buxom girl exited the bushes like a bunny onto the street

                                                                     from above unseen he heard a woman calling after her Come on back, come back here, I want you to meet someone.

buxom turned back to the bushes with a bottom to match and cried I wanna get going.

You can go after you meet them.

buxom shorts were too short the longtorso black hoodie she wore barely covered their creeping

Alright, God alright. she went back up through the bushes where she exited

at the corner was a walkway a ramp that circumvented the parcel of trees and bushes he took it up to where buxom waswhere she shortcutted ignoring it and rather took the earthen path

a Starbucks operated at the top cars lined up waiting service via the drive-thru 

a black late-model Suburban waited twoback from making an order its rear drivers side door was open

                                                                                                             buxom leaned inher hands on the bench her fanny was taking healthy bits out of her shorts  plenty of cheeks for his viewing

the womanthe voice who called to her was inside the Suburban but obscured Get in the car.

I’ve said hello.

Get in the car. No girlie he thought not that way Get into the car.

I’d rather not. her shorts kept being chewed

Please. Get into the car. Nono not that way

buxom quit protesting and crawled in on her hands and knees

                                                                         maybe he should have something out loud  but she had fanny to go aroundWOW shed have to excavate rather than dig to save her shorts

 

walking beside the Suburbancutting in behind itbetween cars   beyond in auxiliary parking he discovered himself humming Shine on . shine on Harvest Moon . . .  had the door not been closed on her heels he would have been terribly tempted to crack her on the ass   last ass he saw like that he did

                                                                     that had been a whole lotta love

1344,  Saturday,  8  1. 22

Shine on Harvest Moon  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCBWmI6vq_E 

Zeppelin  Whole Lotta Love   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4ssgEXc2rQ

 

                                              smellsquared the 2^nd power certainly wished he could type in exponential form

Mack was yammerincarryin about a girl hes datingthey were on the phone last night 

she said she was watching Millionaire Joewas he near his television

he said he was

                 she said Throw it on, FOX.

he did

       Oh man he said Joe, you wouldn’t have believed the women on this show.

A reality show

Yeah, should have seen them, you’d have jumped out of your skin; foxes.

No thanks

What? No thanksyou kidding me? These women were beautiful.

No thank you

he rolled his eyes

                   How can you say that?

made him think of their discussions of vetting dating dealbreakers

                                                               Simple I wouldnt date someone who watched reality television let alone a woman who appeared on one 

Ouch.

Nah To each his own

he shook his head like a fighter on the ropes that a referee savedfor the moment checked to see if he could go on

You don’t know what you’re talking about.

I do entirely

Whatever, man, whatever, these women were amazing, however the best part of the episode was when yet another woman was added to the mix . .

. . The ingredients it tickled him he was finally saying women hed been beating him up about that as prior he constantly called them girls

Sure, ingredients Joe, yet in spite himself he was obviously wowed.

An the other women noticed

Shityeah, you know how it is when there are a lot of women in a room, it's to the nth degree on a reality show.

They can smell it

Yeahright . . . they can smell it.

Like blood in the water

Exactly! You said it!

                       Blood in the water.

They rip her limb from limb

They wanted to, you should have seen their eyes . .

. . Eyes of beautiful women . .

. . YES.

Yes

      As Ive told you Mack beauty is only skin deep reminded him again of their vetting discussions Mack was vacuous

1434,  ReggaeFriday,  7  1. 22

1208,  Saturday,  8  1. 22

Guess Who  These Eyes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DNww7bNtCM

disgusted

No shows

           he had to mull on that  JAN6

he didnt want to go off halfcocked

                                           a year ago House and Senate members were fleeing the Capitol or barricading themselves in offices in hope of not being discovered identified by domestic terrorists who breached it though probably not Republicans who sided with the cause and colluded they had to play act

  

when the Capitol was secured they returned and early morning JAN7 certified that Joseph Biden won the election and beat the twice House-impeached disgraced president

JAN6  Republicans en masse save for Wyoming House representative Liz Cheney and her father attended the remembrance in chamber and afterwards gathered for an outdoor vigil

the no-shows the terrorist-coddlers the Obstructionists   they disgust him

1022,  Saturday,  8  1. 22

https://www.npr.org/2022/01/07/1071154648/jan-6-anniversary-analysis-republicans-trump

https://www.npr.org/2020/12/22/949134479/congress-role-in-election-results-heres-what-happens-jan-6

 

BOO!

        not often heard cried in the middle of the dayin broad daylight

although he could say he saw it coming

                                         he saw the homeless man walking towards him on the broad sidewalkstaggering left right asif his ankles were broken pulling a brightred suitcase behind him with his left hand a sloppyrolled sleeping bag clutched under his right arm he was disheveledsquared  possibly cubed  he glanced up from the book he read as he walked to assess what was before him and immediately knew

                                                                                         something

homeless was large how does homeless get large he wore a closed fatigue jacket camouflaged beanie an pants nondescript gymshoes tied with yellow laces

homeless was troubled possibly behavior drug addledhis head  twitching right  like a funny little birds might if it were shocked by electricity

he glanced a second time as they approached each other

                                                           he had a moonface pitted by acne scars

as they passed homeless screamed BOO! into the side of his face  out of his peripheral he saw him leer

he did not start

he kept walking asif he was deaf

he was unaffected because he anticipated

                                                something

homeless couldnt hit himthat was off the table his arms were full anif he dropped his bundles his ballast his balance he wasnt agile he wouldnt be able to beat him to the punch

                                                           besides reading the book his hands were up high  he could protect his head or strike that big moonface

the BOO! which could have easily been mistaken as a backfire fell uselesslyhelplessly on the pavement writhing like a busted snail whose thin shell couldnt protect it

had he a sideview mirror he could have glanced into it and seen homeless looking after him  he knew he was because what his leer telegraphedbecause he didnt hear his shoes shuffle or the slap of the loose yellow laces

1220,  Twosday,  4  1. 22

2336,  ReggaeFriday,  7  1. 22