May 17, 2025 Saint Dominic’s Preview

 

May 17, 2025       Saint Dominic’s Preview  

 

Staggering / (t)his staggering as we do - (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and Saint Dominic’s Preview tries / and fails to keep up with (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc before during and after the(ir) daily 10,000 step forced / march (hooker please, -id.) up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas on the Quebec side -  (y)our man Cin stopped to smell the flowers along the route that five-lettered wordle as we do, or at least to smell the beautiful cows and calves at the Laforet / Bella cow farm along / the way and to videe the near-newborn calves galloping across the pasture as we do because Bella, smelling / the flowers is all / we gots.

 

Course as with (m)any number / of things - not least of all the hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and Saint Dominic’s Preview by (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of the same - the preparations for the(ir) daily 10,000 steps (yes we know because there’s an app / for that, and it bad-mouths you as we do if you fail that four-lettered word the assignment) forced march tend to follow along the same lines, namely with (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc aksing (y)our man Cin  the(ir) not-so-prodigal son seeing as he he rarely leaves / the place because failure / to launch and ‘leaf-less’ the Chinese have it better for Han(d) Solo (hooker please, -id.) types , ‘tree’ and her pandemic housemate of any morning of a day of the week with ‘day’ in its’ name and that finds the two of them home in Luksvegas for that day  whether / or not he’s ‘ up for a walk’ as we do, and you generally say ‘yes’ as  we do because getting out / the house for a bit as lovely as it is these days of a Valley spring, the(ir) not-so-prodigal son is all / we gots.

 

Then - and despite (y)our man Cin’s assertions to (y)our (wo)man and pandemic housemate the(ir) Ma Noslouc that surely the walking route to the mailbox / and back from here is preferable to driving up to route des Dominicains and then leaving / the car and walking up and down / the same because carmaggedon - it’s off in the car for the both of them because ‘ the roads around here’ and in particular the road to the mailbox, (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc says it better and apropos / the same, ‘are / awful’, full / of awe is all / we gots.

 

Course ‘ why walk / an hour’, is the mantra up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up / in here - ‘it’s 30 miles’, (y)our man and the(ir) uncle-by-adoption Fast Eddy recounted protesting to (y)our man the(ir) uncle-by-blood Sha Sha Llewop RIP before during and after a visit that five-lettered wordle from Sha Sha to Fast Eddie’s high school Notre Dame in Saskatchewan featuring Pere Murray back in the 20th, and before during and after videeing (y)our man Sha Sha starting off his daily run in the dead / of winter as we do and along the endless Prairie highways in minus 30 degree celsius weather with no evident destination or geographical sense, ‘to Regina’ - when you can walk an hour and / a half before during and after the(ir) daily forced march and walkies up on out on up on out on up pon out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on uout on up on out on up opn out on up / in here, and even the hour-and-a-halk variety of walkies doesn’t get you to ten thousand steps because apps / suck, 30 miles to Regina is all / we gots.

 

Still / and all it’s off to walkies / we go - ‘I owe’ (y)our (little)man one of the Seven Dwarves  of (y)our (wo)man Snow White and the Seven Dwarves cinfamy (little)mansplains it better on that bumper sticker that (y)our man Cin has videed and more / than once because carmagaddeon, Dopey and Grumpy with their little dwarf axes slung over their shoulders as we do because wage slaves and lustville-ing after Snow White surely morning noon and night as we do, ‘I owe, it’s off / to work I go’ - because good for you and there’s not all / that much else to do up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up out on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas thank god of a Saturday after before during and after it becomes another Sadurday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobodt, innit god, ‘(t)his walking’, (y)our man Cin says it better to who(m)ever / is listening (no one / listens), ‘is very / underrated’ as a form of exercise and exorcism (hooker please, -id.) both, (y)our (little)men Dopey and Grumpy with their little dwarf axes is all / we gots.   

 

Course the two of them - Cin and (y)our (wo)man (the)ir Ma Noslouc - both before during and after the(ir) daily walkies and forced march are familiar to the point of contempt sometimes with the various roads coming / and going up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out (that’s enough, -id.) on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas because the Nosloucs have been here since 1986 back in the 20th, and have walked / driven / jogged / biked / horse-ridden and crawled in the dead of winter along / the same morning noon and night for damn near four decades becasue familiarily breeds / cintempt, ‘I was driving home one night back in the 20th in the dead / of winter, in the days before cell phones’, (y)our man begins / and ends one of his shaggy dog stories and apropos / the same to who(m)ever will listen, ‘and I ended up skidding into / the ditch’ that five-lettered wordle, ‘on rue des Dominicains.  I started running home’, (y)our man Cin tries and fails to impart some drama into (t)his otherwise-pedestrian tale other than it being life-threatening at the time and shaggy dog story, ‘and thankfully Roy the neighbor passed by in his car at three in the morning because East Side Marios’ bar owner and manager in O-Town and picked / me up’, one more for the ditch is all / we gots.

 

And as with all things pre-carmaggadeon and before it became too / late - ‘Lord’, (y)our man the intergalactic space visitor and protagonist of Douglas Adams’ novel and subsequent BBC radio serial A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy extrapolates what surely must be the name of the ruler of Planet Earth better before during and after landing on Planet Earth in his spaceship as we do in that story and finding nothing but the carcasses of vehicles because carmaggadeaon and Found on Road Dead with the hood ornaments and branding of what surely must be their ruler and maker on their rusted and rotting carcasses because carmaggedeon (that’s enough, -id.), ‘Ford’ - and as we would and quite possibly will still be remembered by space aliens hitch-hiking and visiting our planet now dead that four-lettered word and sure to be finding nothing but hotels with (y)our man Trumpy that whigga in the white house’s (hooker please, -id.) name all over them, it pains (y)our man Cin that he was not after walking and horse-riding and let’s be honest biking much more up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here since the(ir) Noslouc family arrival up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas on the Quebec side back in the 20th, rather than driving back and forth morning noon and night, or anyway back / and forth at least to his summertime job at the Farm of the Mountain an hour’s bike from here back in the 20th, though to be fair there’s SFA / Sweet Fuck All zero public transportation up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here because in the middle of nowhere then / and now, and because ‘public transportation ‘, (y)our (uber)man Homer J. Simpson  as always says and signs it to mansplain carmagaddeopn better, using two of his four fingers to make the universal ‘L ‘ sign as we do, ‘is for losers’, Found on Road Dead is all / we gots. 

 

Course in order to make / amends, ‘crawling up the twelve steps’ -  (y)our man his fellow-sufferer and Regime Zero twelve-stepper described the grovelling required of the same better, grovelling that (y)our man Cin could never really get into because A. he doesn’t remember most / of the things he’s accused of and because out / of fingers or toes, ‘twelve steps?’, (y)our (super)man and fellow-sufferer Homer J. Simpson as always protests it better before during and after like (y)our man Cin learning of the extravagent numbers or rules / to remember when it comes to the twelve-steppers’ version of Regime Zero, and when really the four-lettered name and four-lettered number (wo)manspains itself much better because ZERO !, ‘that’s two more steps than from here to /the beer fridge !’ - ‘making / amends’, (t)his generation like all others before / and after it needs to grandfather and grandmother ourselves morning noon and night when it comes to the carmaggadeon which has destroyed O-Town and the rest of the planet because Lord Ford  (hooker please, -id., what about that F-150 you idolized / so much ? ) and carmagaddeon, if not willing to take our car keys right now and throw them off of the Champlain Bridge and into the Ottawa river, which is frankly O-Town and hu(wo)manity both’s only hope / of salvation, then at least we go all kinds of regime / zero in the future  when it comes to buying and selling vehicles altogether becasuse carmaggadeon up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here, extravagent numbers or rules / to remember  is all / we gots .

 

‘We go on and on and on about trying to entice tourist(a)s to come to visit up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out onup on out on up on out on up / in here ‘ (y)our man Cin reiterates (t)his theme of carmagaddeon not only in O-Town in Ontariariariariariariariariariariario and its’ environs - and including  Luksvegas on the Quebec side - but also at The Beaches further up North and his second favorite second favorite  second favorite  second favorite  second favorite  second favorite home / away from home that four-lettered word (hooker please, -id.) and to who(m)ever will listen (no one / listens), ‘and then we tailgate them morning noon and night / when they do’ because carmaggadeon, ‘your tailgating’, the top part of (y)our man Cin’s bumper sticker of the hopefully imminent-future spells it out better for the Mad Max driver riding and driving behind psychotically because there is no other word for it, and with as bumper sticker graphics a watery eyed dude holding up his martini glass because drunk as fuck and my other car is up / my nose, as well as (t)his as-yet-imaginary and ill-advised because provocative bumper sticker’s piece de resistance, a live-camera feed of the psychotic tailgater tailgating Mad Max-style behind you in real time ! and taken from a backwards-facing camera imbedded in his faithful stead as we do and vehicle’s Don’t Let the Subaru Fool You’s rear bumper or whatever, and you know that such a thing can be created these days because AI, ‘is live-streaming !’, drunk as fuck is all / we gots.

 

Thank you for reading (t)his Take This THing Back to Balti-memoires and my other car is up / my nose.