Wearing out / (y)our welcome as we do before during and after
hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and
oh / my goodness indoors at (t)his second favorite second favorite second
favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite home away / from
home, the Starbucks edition on the corner of O-Town’s Bank Street and Third
Avenue - ‘Eightbucks’ The Simpsons as always renamed it better in one of the(ir)
(still-running?) episodes as we do, though god bless them the staff or
(wo)management at this particular franchise has reprogrammed their AI or
whatnot to give an option of a tip on the card reader of something other than
the previous one dollar default for a three if not eight dollar cuppa, innit
god, and it worked, (y)our (wo)man the barrista 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 here cleaned for pressing
three buttons up with a five dollar tip on a bill for three breakfast sandwiches
and a cuppa amounting to twenty five bucks because stagflation (hooker please,
-id.) affects us / all - it’s to the outdoor patio that five-lettered wordle
that he’s sent himself to hulk-smash away at the same and to people watch
because unseasonably warm 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 here, wearing out / (y)our welcome as we do is
all / we gots.
Course (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This
THing Back to Balti-memoires and oh / my goodness is hardly / alone that
five-lettered wordle 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 on out on up on here at this Starbucks edition
patio in O-Town’s fetch Glebe neighborhood as he otherwise (too) often is - ‘I
go for days without talking to anyone’, (y)our man the actor Sylvester Stallone
as disgruntled Vietnam vet John Rambo in the immor(t)al film First Blood lets loose a surprising torrent of How Does It Feelings and words
better before during and after (t)his Eleven O’Clock Number in the film
featuring (y)our (Colonel Trout)man Colonel Troutman, the U.S. military macho
responsible for turning Rambo and his fellow soldiers into killing machines as
we do because did your mother have any children who / lived, and going on and
on an on about the vermin at the airport who spit at them upon their return
from Vietnam and all / that, ‘I go / for weeks’ - ‘oh my goodness’, (y)our
(wo)man his fellow Eightbucks coffee affecienda explains it better before
during and after catching a glimpse of the shiatsu (hooker please, -id., oh
wait, what?) seated next to them both, ‘I used to have a shiatsu. It
lived / for fourteen years’, going weeks without taking to anyone is all / we
gots.
Just as soon as (y)our man the shiatsu (that’s enough, -id.) -
name according to the shiatsu’s hu(wo)man in the equation is too metrosexual to
assign / a gender, or maybe (s)he’s / fixed as we do or anyway should - ears
starting burning before during and after (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator
was after hulk-smashing away in the pixels and pages of (t)his Take This
Thing Back to Balti-memoires and oh my / goodness referenced / its’
existence before during and after going on and on and on about how he’s ronery
I’m so ronery like John Rambo and all / that because maggots at the airport, it
was over to visit (y)our man Cin’s table that the shiatsu was after
coming calling at (t)his Eightbucks edition on O-Town’s Bank Street and Third
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 here and jumping and humping up / his leg even though ‘he never’ (y)our (wo)man
the hu(wo)man in the equation said it better and apropos how it was that (y)our
(wo)man the shiatsu usually does it like they do on the Discovery Channel and
in the movie The Omen when it comes to strangers , and like little Damien in that movie at
the London Zoo causing all of the captive (wom)animals to go berserk as we do
as he visits them with his red-hot though not really (s)mother played by Lee Remick
because Switched / at Birth and his smother was a jackal and the chimpanzees
rattling / their cages as we do because little Damien evil that
four-lettered word, ‘does / that’, is all / we gots. jumping and humping is all
/ we gots.
Course dog people is different than cat people 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, there and
everywhere, innit General Meow, and isn’t (y)our man this dog the shiatsu - the
hu(wo)man in its’ life after all just called called it a ‘ he ‘ before during
and after going on and on and on about the shiatsu never doing that when it
comes to jumping and humping / up on legs and doing it like they do it on the Discovery
channel - next door both the object and subject / both of every other canine in
the vicinity of (t)his Eightbucks (that’s enough, -id.) O-Town edition on Bank
and Third (and god bless the (wo)man who invented / Lululemon, innit god,
likely a he, and the only honestly-earned billionaire / in history) and
sniffing each other’s arseholes morning noon and night and barking and biting
as we do by way / of introduction, doing it like they do it on the DIscovery
channel is all / we gots.
‘Caution, K9’ the back-door window bumper sticker on the cube van /
fuck-truck (hooker please, -id.) warned it better just now - he kids you / not
- in a case of life that four-lettered word imitating life imitating art, or
anyway (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and oh my /
goodness, ‘stay / back’, and referencing as we do the canine unit inside,
unless of course it’s all an elaborate anti-theft bumpersticker along the lines
of ‘ my other car is up / my nose’, or (y)our man Cin’s Shiretown College Rugby
Club doppeldanger’s come-hither rear door bumper sticker from back in the 20th,
‘single’, it read, innit Noonan, ‘and lovin’ it’, life imitating art is all /
we gots.
Course we’re all / over-dressed 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 for the heat that
four-lettered word - it was a week ago today, lest / we forget, that (y)our man
Cin and the local masseuse in The Beaches were having to relocate the(ir) usual
beach-front massage table down the road from the Nosloucs place on chemin
Leggatt at the Beaches into the Fall season chiropractor’s office further
inland that (y)our (wo)man the(ir) masseuse called home in nearby Mont Joli
because frost / warning and before during and after which (y)our (wo)man and
pandemic housemate the(ir) Ma Noslouc took exception to (y)our man Cin’s
leaving no written confirmation of his whereabouts between fifteen hundred and
seventeen hundred hours that Saturday after before during and after it became
another Sadurday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody, innit Cat Stevens because
hulk-smashing away at that time and at that day’s edition of (t)his Take
THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and oh / my goodness at the rental house
By The Way as we do and stopping and calling everyone on the road and to be
fair wasn’t (y)our man and her son Cin thirty (!) years ago and counting after
trying / and failing to snuff it up there in The Beaches because cinconsolable
(hooker please, -id.), having done ‘unforgiveable’, (y)our man the 22-year-old
(!) Cin hulk-smashed it better in what was meant to be his cinfamous last /
words, things, though what was unforgivable for a twenty-two year old is
apparently par / for the course when you’re Free-Dom 55, innit Apparent Lee,
‘of course it’s sad’, (y)our man one of the Tannenbaum children from the
immortal Wes Anderson film The Royal Tannenbaums mansplained the same better to a (on-screen and off-screen both because
the Wilson brothers) sibling in that movie before during and after like (y)our
man Cin trying / and failing to checking out of this hotel called life early
because despair, ‘it’s a suicide note’ - ‘wish I didn’t know / now’, (y(our men
Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band sing it better in Against the Wind
‘ what I didn’t know / then’, cinfamous last words is all / we gots.
Meanwhile (your (wo)man the(ir) laptop Dell(a) is not having any of
(t)his theory that (y)our (wo)man Here Comes The Sun is over-heating the
hu(wo)mans of O-Town because over-dressed 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 because Indian summer (hooker please, -id., it’s global warming because
carmaggadeon), and from the recent display brightness drop on Dell(a)’s screen
- (y)our man Cin has to wear glasses with flip-on shades up on out on up on out
on up on out on up on out on up on out on (t)his Starbucks patio outside
because the future’s so bright I have to wear shades and because mad Glebe and
Lululemon visuals GD, innit G else caught / drooling as we do - and seeing as
(y)our man Cin managed to sleep through all three of the ha(s)teful electronic
alarms set up to make the(ir) lives a living / hell that four-lettered
word (hooker please, -id.) earlier this morning and as a result left the house
in in a hurry that five-lettered wordle because ha(s)teful, forgetting (y)our
(wo)man the laptop Dell(a)’s charging cable as we do, ‘he’s alright’, (y)our
man the actor E. Emmet Walsh, playing the Captain to Harrison Ford’s Lieutenant
Drecker in the Blade Runner retirement squad in that immor(t)al Ridley Scott movie of the same name says it better to Drecker before during and after visiting another
colleague on life support and hooked up to all kinds / of machines because this
is what it’s like to live / in fear, this one damn near liquidated by one of
the replicants because let me tell you about / my mother, ‘as long as you don’t
/ unplug him’, caught / drooling is all / we gots.
Thank you for reading (t)his Take This THing Back to Balti-memoires and oh
/ my / goodness
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