Bad blocks spooked my RAM
Waiting for Happiness
Money is collected and stored in rooms in the financial centers, there it sits like Schrodinger’s cat. Computers outside the room guesstimate its value, zooming up and down Y axes like glissandi from a over-clocked synthesizer. Some rooms, like the Pentagon Budget, have lost their X axis.
This parked cash aka ‘Wealth’ inures the owners from privations borne by the remainder of the populace who experience cash flow akin to droplets squeezed from a syringe.
Slow Motion Fight
Slow Motion fight.
Me, on discovering some domestic arrangement not to my liking; “You fucking…,” pause, Anger Management, conseq…, but what word would suit if I continued?
Her, 3 minutes later, delivered through her Photo Booth face, after completing a particularly tricky piece of face paintery, “What did you just call me?”
Me, hmm, what word would I like to represent my dissatisfaction at this interrogation. Originality garnered points, but risked being lost in explanations. There was the McCainism rhyming with punt, a truly strong word in this hemisphere, and best saved for the arms tied together tag fights. The anonymous, homogenous, even self directed, A**hole; this could turn a full frontal assault into a glancing blow, definitely recoverable. Perhaps the sex assigned B*tch, without the eubonic spelling as that destroys the vocal expulsion that drains the adrenal catapult. The b word used to dramatically lower the number of potential culprits to the breeders, alas no more in the androgenous noughties.
Her, “ Are we going out now?”
Me,”No” Good blocking move there, no was stasis, if you are not hungry or in pain what could possibly be wrong with just remaining in the state you’ve arrived at presently, which presumably involved some deal of struggle.
Her, “Know what?”
Me, “No, what?”
* ting *