“She's all to fuck and ain't worth shit.”
“What is?”
“This fucking game oh life. Fuck.”
“Shut the fuck up. You do things the hard way for experience.”
“Yep.”
“So what did you do all day yesterday?” This pissed me off she knew what I fucking did. 'Oh yes you do', inside I screamed. Permanent chill on skin still, from it. Motherfucker must be doing this by direction.
“Look at you.” Angry directions I could feel it. The underlined sharpness to the words. Meh could just be me. She put her coffee down and back slapped my neck.
“What, you thinking right now.” I spun out of the computer chair and up into her. Biting her bottom lip mean, she was bouncing ready. I laughed oh so slight and fair enough, I caught a slap. Mad face following my swaying look avoidance. “Well?”
“WHAT.” I forgot the question in not knowing what to say, and a goofy smile as if caught up to something.
“You are all pissed off. Ready fe start slamming doors, and the sun ain't even out.” Too late to start acting cute. She hated the computer more than I did.
“But”,
“There are no fucking buts. Just say no. You have responsibilities.” I was bout to counter, what responsibilities, but she was really mad with all her heavy breathing.
“Fuck Jr.Gman.” I screamed.
“Who the fuck is that?”
“I don't know.” I shrugged. “A spook I suppose. Think about it. If they were all over twitter directing the flow of stupidity, you know they're creeping up in all the other spaces.” Her brow furrowed just a little bit thicker, but I continued feeling a right side lip curling. I was already in shit, so fuck, I love the smell of gasoline. “I've been cheating on you.” A little laugh, “with a couple of big titty goth girls off of twitch.” She bit her lip, pushing away from my just a bit looking down at the computer. It was on twitter. “She's like Charles Colten says”, her mean looks returned to me just a little bit harder, “I'll paraphrase because it's such an ugly corruption and as if you grab someone firmly by the neck”, and I did this but, was cracked away with a swiftness, “and lower to their lips onto for a pulsing release. Just as quick you drop and mount with a deep kiss”, and I did. Just a quick one as she was fixing to bite, “swirling shock and building saliva blending with a precursor of life. Completely collecting salivations trying not to swallow any of the constructing crawly tickling creeping around your uvula. Motherfucker, when are we as a people, going to spit.” Her face changed only slightly less aggressive but it didn't last as she raised a hand cocked, paused to slap. I was ready. “All wanting to argue about war when the answer's simply the profit of the two dominating powers of the industrial revolution. Out to problem solve the dangerous issue of over population.” Now her eyes seared with frustration and she popped the cock. I caught it and twisted it behind her, drew her in tight with her face shaking negative on my chest.
“I just bought a gang of pens. For what? This is the fucking digital age. What fucking business do I have writing long hand. Fucking shit cunts. Anyways, they all want to write in the defence of all the women being attacked by minstrelsy disguised misogyny. You better swallow.” With a firm grasping I pushed her away, only to deep hug her straight back in a return, “No mesoblast will be bubbling into a splitting and out into a world that's instructing sexuality in place of 123's or the ABC's. They are distorting children, the hypocritical dumb shits. They need protection.” She softened only to resume a stiffen. Either way, them with the evil plans fucking win. The power hunger paranoid motherfuckers, fearful of revolution. Evolution and epigenetics don't change a thing when society sets into crumbling. Same shit over centuries, there are too many slaves. How do cure that angry drive to see your name live on? A union of same sexes. BINGO. Fear within the greedy. Imprint fuckery into young minds to make it law. Instead deep thinking. Thriving corruption I mean, do stand with Ukraine because hate gives you a hard on? How about the shareholder's diversification?” I bounced her with my boner. “Does anger give you a hard on?” My sound rising. An eye lifted to mine as she fought hard, against a smile trying to grow. Other fist on my chest with a pound. “Fucking pens, rape a new idea from what you perceive as weak, all you can, before it's fully formed. Rush to monetize no matter the consequence.
“You have to monetize, you will be happier.” She choked out stuttering.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I'm trying to figure that out. It is like you just said, BUT or and I'M FUCKING STUCK.”
“Stop being so stubborn.” She sighed and I was caught by a crinkled nosed giggle with these words. It was almost as if she was speaking Israeli all out of the blue.
“Put out. Even if it's shit? What, just because? You're not aloud to stop and think things through man. And is it any wonder? That is a narcissist tactic. Ask a question but don't give your opponent any chance to answer, counter screaming, WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME, to control the flow of attack. Define terror any way you want. What resembles reality? I feel tenderly terrorized, and I know the look and sound of a German Shepard building confidence rush at you biting. 'Did you just fucking trip my dog?' Says a dumb shit to me once. Yes I did. She's called training. Ooops sorry, it was kind of automatic. She's a bad ass dog killer though, she understands. She can smell the neighbours feeling cuntish. Look she wants to play now, she likes it.” I ignored her look of confusion. “But of course when I complained to others about unleashed fucking guard dog's aggression, the only response was, 'Please, what ever you do, don't hurt that dog.'” I though of reverence for a canine officer and more disregard for the lost life of another Native Canadian.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” She bounced on me with every word.
“Epidemical thinking man. Fucking zombies are dangerous. MASK MASK MASK. Them planning to starve you through fucking with the men and woman that grow your food. Like world wide. Control the food you control society, but you have to kill some, you know, so the others know are serious. Let us fuck with them farmers in the name of climate change but holy fuck we can't wait to blow motherfuckers up though, while the machine that can't be stopped, contaminates one out of seven of its mighty solders with carcinogens. Refuse to negotiate with anybody and threatening the world with nuclear war. They, the psychopaths that make the rules, respect nothing. War is so god damn eco friendly. Suicide seed germination, EXTERMINATION, I forgot about that motherfucker. Bragging bout making the virus more deadly with an 80% kill rate, seems like a menace to society to me, only to be confirmed? Seriously? With all their rules, all roads leading to starvation and mass murder. What, the best idea is to ignore it all and let them run their course?” I shook her, but it was more for my benefit. “There is never a problem, until there's a problem then, but of course, it's too late. These literal power tripping motherfuckers are screaming fuck the world for the win. It don't matter. They have their safe, underground bunkers. Every political idea we remember, degenerates into totalitarian ideals. Will not consider any alternatives. You think people are hateful now, just wait till there's no food.” With all her strength she push away from me.
“And you staying up on the computer all night's going to save the world? You sound like a broken record.” I released my tight embrace. She didn't let go.”
“Sorry baby, governmental addictions to feed on the need to control everything with the proliferation of machine learning controlled by Microsoft, dictating the narratives of big business and big big government in unison investing in shock drones, and robots to rise against you. You think your going to stop police agencies from playing with all the venture capital cash being throne around on Lenovo patented plans for autonomous, swarming weapons of mass destruction to enforce laws controlling speech? Regulations controlling your thoughts and exterminate your hard earned savings? Do you think they will turn down the difficult of the warring algorithm to make the capture of society more fun, like Todd Howard does?” I snorted and it kind of hurt. “I ain't saving shit, simply running my mouth. I'm mesmerized about how shifty these fuckers have become and how it's ignored by the majority. Let us not forget, they wrote the tech as to never let go the engagement. They are not hiding a thing, these international mitten rubbing subjugates. These so called enemies, entwined with corporate intimacies. All pointing the finger at the other's strategy as evil, when the goal of each, is a mirrored image.”
“You can't do anything bout it.” She moaned long.
“So what, just let them starve millions? If you could stop a genocide would you? WOULD YOU? I know I know it is tough. Their fucking cunting on each and every front.” She shook me in frustration, which made me smile because it felt like all her energy was concentrated in her middle pushing up on mine, building anxious.
“What are you smiling at I AM MAD AT YOU.” she screamed, which made it worse.
“But baby you're so pretty.” Which again, made the agitation worse. I spun her around and crossed my arms over her chest and flipped digits under light soft fabric and tickled at my compulsion to conjure spontaneous lactation. She growled and wiggled.
“This is supposed to happen before my coffee.” I made a guilty face she couldn't see. I saw the idea in a movie once, but long before that, I wondered of the truth in the idea of over dosing oxytocin activating nutrient production in non pregnant woman surrounded by the cries of an other's malnourished infant. Could the same be accomplished in the heat of passion or would I render blood first? I suppose it would all depend on my disposition if at all, realizable. The experimentation used to be a juicy obsession. Amazing the blinders we have on when we decide to detest certain opinions. People I once was hanging around with, thought HOUSE was a great TV show and I should watch, but a life time of predictable sitcom formula turned a mind against all of it, but I did. Its subject projected a story of bestiality. I screamed bout the nastiness. All the while becoming enthralled with Japanese entertainment filled with violence against woman, bulling, incest, and necro”. . .
“YAGA YO WHAT THE FUCK?” How did I miss the uncrossing of my arms, hands fully extended, finger switched, still pinching with various pressure, as I looked at her bent, over the shoulder glare. All attention refocused in her masterful threateningly firm grasp, of my most important sensitivities.
“You are not PAYING ATTENTION.” I would have let off laughter, if I wasn't feeling so vulnerable.
“I could never guess the directions filmed from the land of the rising sun's entertainment would resolve, but a hypocritical idea I suppose.”
“WHAT? You have to stop watching the protests in France, they are putting ideas in your head.”
“Peaceful protest is illegal here now. HEY NOW.”
“What is it? All the empty store fronts that represent failed businesses all over the UK, that is keeping you away from me?”
“See you notice it too. They are fucking with everybody. How are they getting away with it?”
“NO no I haven't. I have been monitoring your internet history.”
“Stop making me nervous.” She pulled down then, which relinquished all humour from my attention.
“It is not me that is agitating you. It should be, and that's the problem.”
“Fuck Disney. Just keep swimming. That's what they want in mind through out all the shitty work that I did when things were normal. The thing is, none of that shit was ever normal or legal with regards to me. And in the end they left me embarrassed. Not in a fucking with my reputation kinda way. I don't give a fuck about that, but in the word's definition of deprivation, discomfort, abashment, confusion, castrate, impede, complicate and encumber with debt. To beset with with financial difficulty, block. This government is working hard to embarrass the whole of it's citizens, on the advice paid, to a foreign organization with an origin of war profiteering, all caste in scandal. Is it true big business, after the first world war, felicitated the second? Encouraged it even? Are we witnessing history turning into a gangster rapper, a syndicate, a cartel? Government is under siege, scratch that captured, and it's being ignored through the idea of being patriotic, and picking teams. Text book for overthrowing governments is destabilization. I mean fuck, Reduce the carbon imprint through deforestation? The best way to save our protected lands, are to open them up to industry? You fucking lying douche. I want to ask the self proclaimed therapist to the incel, what do you call the condition motherfuckers suffer who perpetrate the savagism they condemn? Psychopathy doesn't seem to fit in the hatching of a societal contagion.” With her there was no more shaking but a slow kind of middle sway, as my finger fidget grew hyper. “Will you please release my balls?”
“NO. You should be disturbing all that's in front of you?” She yodelled yearningly.
“Sure, what kind of Canada do you want to love, honour and respect?”
“Oh my god.”
“Infiltration's from within? So its up to the average, everyday Canadian to take all our resources out of the hands of those in control. How? Change the rules. It is like Snowden stole my words and used them to problem solving the bad situation with police forces. Must be memetics. Maybe she's not pseudoscience. Pension, expenses and titles of Right Honourable are dependant, after acting with good faith. No exceptions. None of this automatic business. If you create a hostel environment, as the last Governor General did, kiss all them benefits good fucking bye. 30 some odd BILLONS Misappropriated? Deputy Prime Minister, stammering about 2 BILLON gone to an organization that doesn't exist. 'Senator, you are so smart, and oh so thorough and. . . and' Wasn't she the finance Minister before that? Thieving stray BILLIONS dollars is no big deal in the 21st century? Get the fuck out of here. Worried about their reputation fuck. Not the country's but their own. I lie fucker's worried bout loosing his head. Canadian political royalty, you think he would know a thing or two of international diplomacy. Breaking the carnal rule of the Nation's biggest trading partner. Is it any wonder? National security with regards to the biggest threat, comes from within the House of Commons. 'I don't see why we can't accept other currency.' Sheet, You ain't paying attention cocksucker.”
“Look whose running off at the mouth and not taking care of business.” I ignored this.
“You can not crash the of the seventh largest, petrol dollar commodity trading economy, with the cry to save the planet. Fuck you. Not when you plan to add carbon tax on everyday people, and subsidize hundreds of millions to the guilty industrial complex responsible? Holy fuck what, is it reverse Thursday, like world wide, everyday, out of game chat rooms and Running around the minds of adults? Grow the fuck up.”
“What, the fuck, are you talking about, NOW?” She looked forward leading all of my body to follow harder onto her backside because she was also pulling.
“Easy baby. I know I know, bitch bitch bitch, she's only our rights and freedoms. Economic protection how? Being disrespectful to a foreign leader looking to do business, from a country where respect is paramount? Yesterday out of the other side of his mouth, running off about economical violence. You protect nothing but the opposite sentiment and in the worst way. Fucking spoiled child playing the infantile 'I know you are but what am' I Nazi call. I see them writing Minister fuckery escape clauses through out all of Bills you conjecture, sorry conjure, sorry whatever. Time to make your bullshit, irrelevant information. Evidence at the discretion of the ministries leadership. There is no fucking way, as there is no HONOUR.
“Jesus Christ, I get it. These fuckers are shit cunts, wiping the wrong way with our humanity, our CIVIL RIGHTS. OUR FREEDOMS. They are a danger and they need to be stopped. Time for an international court? But run by whom? Everybody can be bought.” She let go of all of me. “You said you were cheating on me.” I laughed through buzzing lips and spun her around lifting her chin. Looking into her eyes all sad. My bottom lip protruded.
“Don't be stupid. I love you baby. I could smell in your attitude you were horny for a hate fucking, so I figured I would pump up the volume pump up the volume pump. . .” I are ah, didn't finish as in like two seconds her face flipped through four different lightning emotions, landing on one that filled me to the brim with fear, as she gently caressed the left side of my cheek, and viciously flicked my left nut, perfect. In a cartoon style, with me still in mid air, my legs folded under my ass, my torso cured into a fetal position and I felt like I was hanging there suspended, forever, till I dropped like a stone. At this point pain was a relative emotion. Eyes blacked out after a white flash. A pure fire pulling at the cables attached to my kidneys shot combustion throughout my nervous system. I have no idea how she got me naked or straight and mounted me with absolutely, positively, no resistance on her part.
“You are so fucking lucky your hard. I am going beat the living shit out of you for a month.” Was the last thing I remember her saying before she embarked on a screaming wild ride filled with slapping and cursing and smacking. Unlike her, I was having no fun at all. Or maybe I was? Fuck, I just don't know what to think anymore.