May 24, 2025 doubling / down

 May 24, 2025       doubling / down   

 

As we do of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes another Sadurday Night and I AIn’t Got Nobody (hooker please, -id.), (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and doubling / down (®)amps up his consumption of caffeine  - ‘insomnia’, (y)our man the actor Mel Gibson as an FBI behavioroligist (?) lists / off the hazards of being hooked on the coffee better in the movie Boneyard , ‘high blood pressure, anxiety’ - rather than reducing it because all ® / (st) / (v) / © / ©l / d / / t/ tr / gl / Shaz and just plain / amped up and nowhere to go 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 out in the boonies on the Quebec side - when of course he has terrible Rugby Club guilt that five-lettered wordle as we do for not being at the(ir) Rugby Club home pitch The Elms  on the Ontariariariariariariariariariariario side because ‘Saturday’, the rugby club hymn book psalm the Seven Days of Rugby has it better, ‘ is Rugby Day ! ‘, the other days of the week of course and of chorus in that hymn including Thirstday is the Drinking Day and TGIFFriday is the hmm-hmm day, innit G, with the choir making the universal sign / and sounds of cunnilinguis as we do because the cunning linguists, innit Cala Viande - and (y)our man Cin and the(ir) Ma Noslouc and pandemic housemate and (y)our man the(ir) cat General Meow sticking to the(ir) (un)usual routine as we do of any day of the week with ‘day’ in its’ name 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 of a forced march and walkies followed as we do by (t)his two-hour shift of hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take THis Thing Back to Balti-memoires and doubling / down, cinsomnia is all / we gots.

 

Course we’re accompanied as we do of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes Another Sadurday Night and I AIn’t Got Nobody by the Ceebs’ listen live radio streaming of (t)his week’s Saturday after at the Opera program, this week featuring (y)our man the composer and conductor both Charles Adams’ (?) version of (y)our (English)man Wiliam Shakespeare’s play Antony and Cleopatra from back in the 17th because ‘opera’, (y)our (wo)man the red-hot Amanda Siedfried - last week’s guest on that PBS show ‘ finding your roots’ that (y)our man Cin and his housemates General Meow and (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc videe religiously because the(ir) Ma Noslouc’s favorite new / TV channel up on out 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 - said it better on that ancestry.com show featuring (y)our man the Harvard perfesser something something Gates, and before during and after videeing in this week’s special guest genealogy scrapbook put together by the staff on the show and finding out that some of AManda’s forefathers and foremothers were all kind / of criminal and all that, opera that five-lettered wordle is all / we gots. 

 

Cintermission

 

Dead / tired that five-lettered wordle as we do before during and after yesterday’s TGIFFriday night spent watching no end / of television and movies up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out (that’s enough Tourette’s, -id.) up on out on up on out on up in here at the(ir) Luksvegas place, (t)his adolescent home and second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite home away / from home - the(ir) first favorite home away / from home of course being the newly refurbished literally to the tune of twenty large (for one room !) the(ir) cindominium in O-Town on that Ontariariariariariariario side - because why / not, innit G, and despite then trying / and failing to sleep / it off until 10h30 (t)his Saturday mo(u)rning as we do and then having some breakies as we do with (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc of a boiled egg, yogurt, two clementine oranges and today some toast with some of that maple butter because ‘knock knock ‘ goes the chorus from that cinfamous rugby club hymn book dirge At the Gang Bang (hooker please, -id, oh wait, what ?.) better, and the call-back of course ‘who’s fucking / there’, followed by ‘orange you glad I didn’t say / banananananananana nanana nanananana nananana nan na na ‘, and all of (t)his (m)eating his how Does It Feelings followed as we do by today’s forced march and walkies, which today followed the longest of all the possible routings for (y)our man the humble(d) narrator, the route cintingent as we do upon the walkies progress, fast and then slow that four-lettered word, of (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc and walkies’ companion, who takes off / quick before during and after the beginning of the(ir) walkies, because adhering to the 10,000 steps app on her phone and in a hurry to get / there, leaving (y)our man Cin in / the dust as we do, but who then often slows down before during and after the half-time show of the walkies at the corner of Allen Road and Rue des Dominicains, leaving (y)our man and son Cin and walkies companion to make the strategic decision to either damn near / double his own walkies’ distance by cutting home by way of Avenue des Sapinieres (if he can’t see her visibly making her way back / from Allen Road because chatting up some of the(ir) neighbors as we do) or by choosing Option B. and returning to the car, parked along rue des Sapinieres as we do, and then waiting and / or sleeping in the passenger side until (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc completes her 10, 1000 steps as we do, but this Option B is no longer viable because ‘it’s not’, (y)our man Cin said it better to (y)our (wo)man HrIsSuE and apropos the same and how cinappropriate to videe a person just sitting alone on the passenger side of one of these ha(s)teful vehicles parked along the side of the road because carmaggadeon, ‘a good / look’, (y)our man Cin just now nodded / off in the midst of hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and doubling / down and allowed himself a cat nap as we do, innit G-Meow because sleep that five-lettered wordle / is good, ‘if I can’t / sleep’ , (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc said it better earlier (t)his Saturday mo(u)rning (that’s enough, -id.) if alarmingly enough to (y)our man and son and housemate Cin, and before during and after sleeping in later / than him, a rarity these days of a week-end and before during and after getting hold of her The Beaches summer doctor over the phone as we do and (wo)managing to get him to prescribe her some of them pills beginning with the letter Z (plausible deniability plus no little amount of alarm that five-lettered wordle from only today hearing about these pills plus we weren’t that bright, innit DD, to begin with, as always blocks off vast amounts / of details in his memory and the pixels and pages of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and doubling / down both), ‘I can’t go / on’, without taking me sleepers like little Alex’s M in Kubrick’s film version of Anthony Burgess’ A CLockwork Orange is All / we gots.

 

And she’s not / wrong, ‘sleep’ that five-lettered wordle, (y)our man Nas and (y)our (English)man Shakespeare both said it better back in the 15th may be the ‘ cousin / of death ‘- and as (y)our man Cin goes on and on and on and on and on about before during and after putting the ‘ fun ‘ in ‘ funerals’ and in the pixels and pages of (t)his Take THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and doubling / down both - but even the macho general at work that four-lettered word couldn’t extol / enough the virtues of getting enough / sleep as we do before during and after going on and on and on and on about the importance of listening as we do (no one / listens) to (y)our troops and all / that as part of his starring / role in last week’s Toastmasters Inc. broadcast that (y)our man Cin was after audeeing and streaming on his work smartphone before during and after the(ir) forced / march and walkies earlier this week 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 because work-related and working from home that four-lettered word (hooker please, -id.) that day and quite possibly surpassing (t)his month’s surprisingly stringent data plan on the same because it happens every month as we do though he tries to avoid using the damn thing at all because stupid and the opposite / of smart but it also may be the Spotify Inc. app that keeps playing by itself on the Samsung Inc. work smartphone or when near the other laptop where Spotify Inc. is playing that surpasses the monthly allocation of data that four-lettered word, he swears / to god it’s true because If It Be Your Will, innit god (that’s enough blaspheming, -id.) , ‘policia ?’ (y)our (wo)man the child of South American descent aksed his madre better in the shopping mall outside of Montreal before during and after videeing the two uniformed soldiers accompanying / guarding Cin as we do at that mall outside Montreal where we were after getting / lunch that day, innit Rich, ‘no’ (y)our (wo)man the child’s (s)mother (hooker please, -id.) answered the child better because no stranger to soldiers from the looks of it, ‘machos’, the two of them possibly from the same Peruvian school district as another soldier-colleague of Cin’s at work that four-lettered word, and who swears / to god where disciplinary measures in grade school included the ‘electric chair ‘, and there’s no reason to disbelieve him because who makes something like that / up, innit god, sleep is all / we gots. 

 

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