i rolled back into town
i made it
i always make it back
i belong to my apple tray
it was late and the windows were down
it was a good warm
so i decided to drive around the neighborhood a bit before i went to bed
ponder everything that had been said moments ago
vulgarity isnt tangible as a venacular
its merely a description of a persons specific intent
to lose sight of true context
and find vulgarity in tangible venacular
seems to me a personal crusade
and altogether arbitrary
now pay attention
i had already branded him a fool beacause of the early stages of his dementia so his insults meant nothing to me. i simply refuse to be offended by a stupid person. and i can see in his eyes that it frustrates him that im not insulted.
he often rants trivial factoids that he keeps stuffed inside that magick bag he calls his mind. so as to impress you with his salient intelegence. again i can see in his eyes how frustrated he is that im not impressed. because of his dementia he forgets that im on to his jive ass bullshit.......so he gets louder........to make sure i understand just how impressed i have the privilege to be.
i find this amuseing in a sadistic way. if not just a self rightious way. like fucking with sasquatch but replace sasquatch with early senility.
usually it all starts with him shouting
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS????!!!!"
then me with the obligatory burn
"yeah i know what my problem is!! trifl'n ass motherfuckers!! MUTHAFUCKAH!!!!"
then he loses it like some sea ferring bovine destroying your kitchen
but hes the only one that i know that truely has my back
"what the fuck did you just say?! that motherfucker did WHAT?"
so i told him what happened........
"did you just try to ruphy me? you fuckin faggot!! BAH!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!"
i thought it was a joke but the more i drank my beer. the more i could taste it. eventually i dumped the beer out.
"thats fuckin creepy. your fuckin creepy" i said to him.
he rolled his eyes
"oh relax already jeremy. your not gonna remember anything anyway."
i smiled and slowly chuckled my self into a laugh
"i dont think you understand stupid..........im the devil. my tollereance level is satanic. im not gonna go to sleep and i am actually gonna remember everything. your fucked. you micky'd the wrong guy moron......im the fuckin devil."
my first time wakeing up in this bedroom was a very quiet sound. i put up some orange shear panels with the curtains that were already there wich set the room off in a light redish glow. i wanted her to see this. she wanted to come over. i wanted her to come over even though i knew i must never see her again. not because i reject her but because she belongs to somebody else.
i looked into the backyard thinkin to myself " this seems like a very peacefull place."