Shoot me Dead

This weirdo man came and sat at the edge of my laptop making the most superior and prosaic suggestions. About the times he lived in which was in the never never land of time gone by which he said had happened to him. He said he did not fit in and his life was one long hell. To speak truth out loud is embarrassing in this emaciated times. We bear the brunt of our wounds and wounded pride when life plays tricks and states that we must play the second fiddle or even third. We must see we must seek and then when the foolish thoughts come we bear it out and the barrier is out.

"Speak the truth and be damned man."

"Indeed it is behaving badly and improper to say such words."

"Would not wish it on my worse enemy the truth."

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Foraging round the bins of time there is something liked something discarded and then the take home pay. What a fire there is when we get the merits of our dues. Like the libraries shut down and donning the time warped foolish thoughts of unread books. We do like that we designed the covers ourselves and that keeps us alert. We are all locked in and ready to get out. So let us read what we are and were.

When life is a story another story sir and another one does time and plays the tunes and goes merrily along the downward road. When we dine when we wined and then laughed out cursing down the drain.

Keep it on.

Yes I won't.

Lovely this world is so much in the throes of behaving well. Manners sir manners why? It is because you have to behave or learn to behave. I am behaving my trousers are not down are they?

Chat to me?

I am not chattering sir.

Sins of the fathers down to the daughters and then down we all go. All the way sir? What did you hear from the worst source ever?

When he walked in she had met him made him so happy there was something in his eye which settled them forever. The love the like the look that was it. Just a mean moment? No way I'm I stopping for a foolish review of the situation the ins and outs come after we are now speaking about love and desire.

This is about love and the torments of behaving badly. We are all in hell we live in something called the pigsty and we make it right unless we die. Try speaking about the wronged one? That is justice for you when we wronged when we mutilate in the name of love and ambition.

"I can't stand this."

"Hush soon it will be all over."

Where love is it is yes or no and there is nothing in between because that is what a man wants there is not much else? Women want more they want talk discussion and some reality checks will he be a happy mate would he do that then the dishes and the curdling cries when they come would he make a good father? But that was when in the olden times when women were not the father. Then it was that the man and woman had the knowledge of their own place and made sure the certainties of behaving in that genre and now they can hop in and out of their skins and become someone else?

"We do feel it too."

"Where is the truth back in 1840?"

"Children were wearing clothes which were adults now they wear dolls clothes and we have sex toys like them."

"We are all adults now we live in our play areas and speak nicely and kindly all the time."

"We do nothing bad."

"Nothing doing likely or not someone gets killed."

"Like kicked off the pitch?"

"Patch?"

"Look language."

"I am minding my p-q."

"I am in a story which has a strong plot honest."

Love in the air love making sex and what else is there when one is young and pure? Love is the word and it comes in handy when one is into marriage and such life being a dull woman myself. There is so much dirt in the air there is so much washing to do there is so much to do. I love love. What an idea what do you use love for? I use it as a sedative for the aches and pains of life.

He was a gent involved with a washer woman.

"Such a lovely man he was." she would say.

"Romance bloomed."

"There is the handkerchief he gave me still brand new."

"He did not sneeze on it?"

"No his blue self is not on it."

"To make matters worse he was a poet."

"What happiness to hear him read from his stanzas."

"Does he stencil his lines?"

I had been discussing this with my fellow relatives and this is the result of that talk. But the thinking behind could be anybody's except it was not it came from the step dad. His stepfather made him unwell. He stepped on him so well his brain became warped.

"I must tell the truth I was not that witty when a child." said the washer woman now the wife of another man. He could provide for their child and did not loaf around so much eating her out of house and home.

"What did he say?"

"Dim?"

"But he was educating himself."

"Why?"

"Because he hated ignorance and he was ignorant and he hated himself."

"Not for self improvement?"

"Clumsy man?"

"No he just did not like to be in the room with females."

"He was a shy lad?"

"No he liked to roam."

"Where to?"

He went and got involved with Gold who had a husband already but she just sat down and said she wanted him. Her poor husband elderly had to bring back his son from the street in order to take the rotter out and manhandle him. I am just thinking out loud when a woman a wife says to her hubby I want a lover what does the usual male say? Happy as we are or get lost or what? But she seemed justified and he was hollow he did not want to stir someone who had probably killed most of their children due to child care problems.

Gold sat down and did things nasty things and her whole family were so used to the humour they lost count on how mean she was.

What did all this meanness mean? I thought. To forgive everything one does and do. I did not understand I did not ask to be born in such a odd time.

The house is so old and dirty I think she does not have the time to clean it she constantly says and a mice has dropped into one of her pots. Where the olives were.

"When my woman fled from me I became odd."

"I did not mean to hurt."

"Never again shall I marry in hate."

"You married for love?"

"I said hate. My hatred for the wife was such she went outside fleeing because I gave her hell."

"But why?"

"She into shops?"

"She worked in one it is odd it is mostly old story working in a shop is considered bad."

"The dignity of it all?"

"But we must all live somehow."

Nose went up higher in the air and they all went home to seek the revenges the ravages of their lives. We do live well on the deeds of our fathers and spend our time like we please.

"Pleased to meet you sir and lady and no way is she a lady did not honour the man whom she had married."

"Get lost bitch."

The family thought that might happen to their daughter. The family being a bare necessity a father of that woman who is so ugly in this story called Ayshe. We love Ayshe do we not? A rich riot of a woman who has had more feelings hurt than the rocky mountains in Western Virginia. We love you all it said and leave you again and again. Wise fools speak false but when they seek after their own pain they go to it with a will this is her story.

“So here is this woman going after her own pain?”

Well you see Ayshe was a woman who had plenty. What is plenty? I mean men. Having said that she had a good gracious disposition and did not eventually seek medical aid for her over sexed self. It meant nothing and when she married she married to one man. Well she did.

"There is in some marriage disruption even destruction and this was one of them. It started like any other and then leapt to the hatred and made the world an unhappy place. If it was not for them the world war would never have been so dull."

Marriage is not about polygamy exceptions are made but mostly marriage is to one person and it is till death do us part. But what did it matter when she had the plenty before and then death and lack after? Being lacking in vivacious lusts afterwards said so much for marriage it dulls the appetite. I meant no harm but having that to look forward all her life as the happiness and bliss then when she got wedded to see it as nothing but somehow the impurities in her soul exposed and not glossed over. Why and what for? I mean when one is in youthful pursuit it is like Diana the huntress chasing the game when the marriage is settled game is over.

They dined we died." said the shop keepers and they sat it out milking the rich and then went and slept alone or with their daughters as they pleased.

"Don't that did not happen?" said the critic.

"Might never happen who cares."

"This is a world organised by the lusts we have." I thought about the fish changing sex after they ate their man.

"Romance is dead."

"Yes I began the story very unwell." I had a slight headache and things. The fiendish novelist went to the keyboard and spelt the worst nightmares in life is a hero with a head.

"You feel the heat there is a fire somewhere."

"Yes the two meet they met they meet in the loft somewhere and then they go to Paris in them days they were allowed to fly and meet in that strangely beautiful city."

"What happened in Paris?"

"What didn't they needed a new bed at the hotel although the hotel was a poor house. They damaged themselves beyond repair and wrote about the trying times.

"Painted themselves in the rainbow."

"They had no net curtains?"

"It is what they deserved for doing damage to the bed,"

"My best bed ever."

So after all that wha