Desultory and Impulsive

Shelter in place day: 2

No real actual social change out side of people cleaning shopping carts and various other touch points.

Saw young woman at Wal-Mart wearing crop-top.
 
Work break.

There is something honest and adorable about her.

A pause
In an otherwise
Snarky and abrasive reality
 
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She wasn't his daughter
But for as long as she could remember
Each night before she was tucked into bed he would ask her, "Would you like me to read you a story?"

She remembered the awkward feeling she felt the first time he asked her.

If she said yes
She would be betraying her real dad
Erasing all hope that she would ever see him again.

And so she said "No. No thank you." Just as she would each night thereafter. And each night thereafter he would reply, "Well, tell me if you change your mind." And he would kiss her on the forehead, softly shut off the lights, and quietly close the door as he stepped out.

And now she found herself where she was. An adult. Far away from any one she ever felt close to. Quietly whispering out into darkness

"I've changed my mind."
 
Penny
Parked her
Peugeot
On Parker avenue
Across
From the Piccadilly popcorn stand
And straight away
Put her heather hair
High up
Into a ponytail
As she searched her purse
For the broken blister packet
Of Percocets

She sought them out
Once after she won a bad date
That left a torrid taste in her mind
Of which she wished
She could want the want away

Popcorn popped
As she wavered a wager with herself

This would be the last time
She would secretly seek out such
So that she could continue

And it would be
Even if it wasn't


He was a pinot grigio garish looking man
No name to come by that she cared to but carelessly remember

He had a lavish lavender type of lifestyle
That lingered long into the afternoon aftertaste and well into the night

The bountiful body hum began in her breasts as she waited wanting not to fall asleep and fighting it fast

But at the wheel her head began to nod and bob
Her sleep eager eyes rolling back
Between what was now
--and what was fast forgetting.
 
Whilst in the shower, I got to thinking...

What are all you literate Game of Thrones fans going to do once George R. R. Martin catches the Covid and dies prior to finishing the last of your coveted book series?

I mean... he's not the pinnacle of health already as it is.

But then I got to further wondering... does anyone even really care? It was already kinda finished for him. Perhaps ol' George is sitting in his chair, feeding his birds or whatever being all like... "eh... I can live how they ended it for me."

Can't speak for the man himself but the thought of having someone else finish a creative thought of mine sucks all ambition to finish it again on my own.

I've neither seen any of the adaptation nor read a page of any of his books so... fuck do I care?

Good luck to you all that have vested so much of your selves in his works!
 
I can’t live with how it ended, but I’m not holding my breath.
Unless I pass someone too closely in the store.

As one that thrives upon the disappointment of others I thought it ended perfectly!

Second only to the finale of The Sopranos.
 
That said. The times at work are the most annoying because my work pants are pretty thin and I work with a bunch of guys and I go from being a 43 year old man back to being in middle school trying to hide my boner to keep everyone from making fun of me.
 
So, um...

A friend and I were reminiscing today and she mentioned "a certain dreamy lit man."

Anyway... Auslucid asked me to say hi. :)
 
So, um...

A friend and I were reminiscing today and she mentioned "a certain dreamy lit man."

Anyway... Auslucid asked me to say hi. :)


The "dreamy" part is a bit tarnished these days.

But I'm still here
Still doing my thing.
 
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