Those who forgot me would make a city, I remember how Joseph once said...must be the case with me, i believe...
Conversation was akward and blurry from now on...
She said how Gummi Schwester asked for additional thousand dollars per letter from now , although she admitted how she enjoyed correspondance very much....
My funds are reachable but certainly limited, ma'am ?
Funds are what your have in plan dear, but not what you already placed on your maximazer, right?
I do understand your meaning , ma'am...however...
However is not an option in this case, unless I am wasting my time... Am I?
Certainly not..ma'am...
Good..Now, for additional five hundred per letter I can possibly feed you with a solid substance and that is per letter , of course....
Oh...I will be honored, of course...but..
But what ?
I don't mean to be out of line , however I have to underline here once again, how my sources are not much...really...
Is there a solution ?
Is it ?
Gummi Schwester remained quiet here for a few...
I am sure there is always the exit strategy...
Oh, Schwester...anything..anything... no letter would kill me...
Write this number.... Call him in San Fran... he 'll do snuff with you...he will pay you...
Have a paper and pen ready ?....
Joe Broz stood on the entrance door of the aluminum scrape and steel factory in Whittier on monday four in the a.m.. looking good, looking even younger by day and an extra hour.. His first chance...put bread on the table, get nintendo, score mota in Lincoln Park, read Bukowski all day long, but is it gonna be days off ?
Who you... chubby fourty and somethish white guy approached him not fairly friendly...
Becky Mendez sent me...
You kid Joe ?...
Sure I am sure...
Stan, the guy stated looking straight into Jo, now don't get wise with me, ok...
I didn't...
Then don't sure me..ok.... and you skinny.. this place boils you up... you sure about this... go look at it...
Jo worked twenty two days straight before he got his first day off and it was a lousy monday...
They all go to work I sit home... Then he slammed another shot of hormone injection, first one that day... a slight bite surpressed his left shoulder..then it was gone...
Comedian, I gotta be a fucking comedian with all this...oh man...
Another two months passed and checks kept flowing in every thursday....Miserable amount but it was there... for his rented studio on wilcox and santa monica, it was always there and enough...
Then it came as an everyday thig all of a sudden...usually it would get him after lunch, around two or an hour later, somtimes earlier... and he even didn't notice right away...he spotted a whitish liquid substance spreading like a tenhand earthworm on his dusty steel joe...
then he ran...without asking, he ran to the restroom...screw the line, dudes, I,ll be back...they all looked at him...
so it became always on time and accurate like a metronome...
those who forgot me would be make a city..but who cares...he didn't...he didn't !!!! Jo Broz was milking !!!
Pretty boy, what's cooking ? James Patterson, black guy from Watts, who who's once to be a writer but wrote so bad......Pretty boy, happening....? Lebron Davis, black guy from Lennox... Being to Lennox, Pretty boy ? Gangbangers and laundry hangers...not much...would love that...Pretty Boy like you....oh....
Jo looked at Labron's tattooed muscle on the right upperhand...
by June, Jo had a situation.... His worked coat was covering milk drippings just fine plus he had a box of clenex and wet tissues anytime...
By august he was a C cup and around the same time his voice uncontrolablly high piched for a good half octave... Screw it...I,ll be advertasing... whatever... I,ll do street walking if neccessary, what else...screw work... Labron was living any minute after six, happy as friday... How bout them Raiders in Miami, huh.....Going nowere, you could here Patterson from behind... Jo, you for the Raiders ? Yeah, Jo almost whispered...he looked at the filthy, blackened tiled floor of the washroom..Patterson was gone....
You little girl, aren't ya... he couldn't believe Davis saying it....you little girl aren't you, Broz...Lebron grabbed Jo's left hand and now they both stood still...Fuck Joe, huh...fuck Joe...Davis was looking through his innerness now...Fuck Joe !!!
Lebron , please...stop it...Joe was fading quickly...
twohundredandsixtypounder held Jo's hand tight and firm...What is the girl's name ?
Then he decided to turn tables finally... At first, Coco wouldn't know even what to do... Davis told her how his pink bunny was suffering from thyroid and seven years from her birth weighted almost onehundredandfifty pounds... That's bad, Coco disapproved quietly...
Bad ? Davis stood frozen... that ain't bad, girl..that is a full force case of obesity..it affects her emotionally...And she don't congregate at all... she sees no one... Coco was still quiet...she was able to vomit and spit on Labron...she even shits the guy, but was she ready for sisterhood....
But Labron was almost right.... Lakisha ballooned up to onehundredand sixty by the end of the year.. She examined Coco's red latex short skirt but she didn't say anything... She barely noticed her shiny black overknee pair of boots, her silk gloves with couple of fake rock on four fingers, both hands two of each... Coco's enormous blonde and curly wig that was reaching her hip, fireish lips of red and layer of purple make up stacked by shovels...
You so skinny, Coco, I am so fat... yes you are Lakisha.... You are so skinny , Coco... And you are fat, Lakisha... You are skinny, Coco... Fat.... Fat no good, Lakisha... You are a new mom ?... You are fat, Lakisha...end of story....Fat Lakisha...
But gradually, they both overcame a simple form of a first time acquaintance glich...
Coco told her about her miserable childhood and her dreams of being an actress of some sort one day, Lakisha told Coco of her mom killed by Bloods in north long beach and how she met Mariah Carrey... You did ? You met Mariah ?.... Lakisha stayed quiet for a second, nah...I did not...Then Coco told her about Dzugashvili first runaway from Georgia, about Adi's try at the Munich art school... And about Koby's trip to Colorado, Lakisha added giggling...tremedenous, girl, Coco approved laughing louad now... Bravo... and guess what, Lakisha added right after... The world might be one day up another down... but sticky thing is always at my panties-drawer... And after nine in the p.m...when the girl was already asleep, Coco would finally get the chance of the day, to collared and dragged by Labron's dog leash drop her semen in panties-drawer... so the world was good to go up and down for another day now..
But instead of blaming herslef for this or that, this world would certainly grant a constante disturbance to Coco, no questions about that... Around one a.m. she would lay at the carpet floor with Labron leaving her urinated and bloody wounded around her lower lip, with his baton sticking out of her ass...Who the hell is now,she would wonder, but the phone kept ringing, died and kept coming back and seven times like that till she actually reaccumulate enough potency to get up her sore frame and pick up the damn thing...
Selam and thank to God you picked it up...
Oh...
I am leaving , girl.... I got accepted...huuuuh..yeaaaha... sorry, goood muslim should tolerate his accordance with Allah much better, sorry... But I can't !!!! I am in !!!....
Naguib...
Naguib, baby... God who else...
I can't believe they got you in...
Why not... I had everything...
But you are old and blind...You barely able to walk... Naguib...Coco almost cried...
Listen...All them russians care is , what..
Money ?...
Money... But as a muslim, I do hope that I 'll still be able to preserve my responsibilities.. I will fast..
In space?
No worries... My imam even encouraged me... he said, no worries Naguibson, Islam is lenient, if you can't fast in space, fast when you come back and do your dues, son...
huh...what's ya think, hanuma ?....He also gave me suggestions on how to pray...It is a zero-gravity around you so ...
Huh ???... Coco was astound...
You pray, but if you cannot stand up straight, you hunch....makes sense... Now, if you can't stand , you sit.You can't sit, let's say, You lie down..huh....
Naguib...it is... I don't know..it is dangerous...don't you think...
Oh shut up, will you for once..huh... I can die from a crazy radical, here in Egypt, how's for that?
It can kill you... a space suit weighs twohundredandeighty pounds itslef.. it can squash you seriously... you're old...need daily ingrediants in your system..
I can get it...
Nooooo.. carrots and celery must be eaten within in the first two days...
Oh, i,ll be fine.... Now, tell me , you.... You write lately...
Not since I read autumn quail...
Oh drop it, will you....
hahaha..sorry.. No...well, yes...some...I guess..
So you write..
I can put it that way...
With plot?
Naguib, I am going for my surgery next month.. You are departing upstairs...We might never see each other again... might never hear one another... tell me something nice...
and you'll jerk you cock ?
hmmm.. If you want me to...
Yes...The old man took a short pause which gave Coco to sense another emergency siren dying somewhere down on Melrose... Don't say of death my love, don't say of daying... I can relate to you any given day, you know that much by now, right ?... And your art of dropping your own sticky substance in Lakisha's panties-drawer is not less worth it then me jodding down those first mighty lines of Palace of Desire, or Walk, or Sugar... it is all of love and death and evil...
Other words in stanzas ?
Other words in steazas... No metter of what...
The heart, however grown savage, still beats for two
Every good boy deserves fingers to indicate
that beyond today is always a static to-
morrow, like subject's shadowy predicate....
Damn he was good...
Sure he was, hanuma...sure he was....
Good luck, Naguib
Good luck, Coco...
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