I Shook Tom Waits Hand and Took Tom Waits, Man!

The Attached Amoeba that Ate Itself Up from the Outside In.

mind splats by Genezoial

Tim ‘Tri-City’ Beckfordshire was always faking out Shemale Order Caroline with toasty braggadocio and comments such as:  “Wrecked is cocked!  Wrecked is loaded!  And wreckage cums along!”

“The loose cannons of a decorative mind are forever cheese grating on an open plain” Caroline fired back at Beckfordshire’s studiously glib bravado.

She claimed womanhood without out ever claiming to claim a thing. 

There were Discoverers. Travelers.  Explorers.  Seekers.  Adventures.  Pathfinders.  Experimenters. Trailblazer…ers… but Wandering Charlatan! …Hot she holla’! 

And lost me in a gaze of erotic love.   Mammalian Checkmate! The Good Lord was It and The Pronoun was All Around. God was all around in the format of sub-substance and the combat of self-destruction.

Future Tim spoke of a truth. 

Future Tim could not travel back in time. 

Future Time was Future Beckfordshire.

Tim…Beckfordshire from Tri-Cities, Washington.

Tim ‘Tri-City’ Beckordshire was like any other boy believed to have lived in a time the Social Workers like to call the "Societies of Dawnation."  His kind was a benevolence amoeba that ate itself up from the outside in, typical of the Pre-Earthunification epochs.  He knew this about himself at the time but could never admit it vocationally.  Like many souls, his strength was governed by perception of his environment...the automobile and its collector set compadres: washing machines, throwing spears, float orbators and, of course the iStare pads, a popular artifact for menstruating females after nearly 80% of them became infertile due to rising misinterpretation pandemics brought on by certain obesity or emaciation. Interested by governmental law he became insanely stagnant. Until one day he met ‘Caroline the Charlatan’ or Shemale Order Caroline. Shemale was a woman. There was no dicing up the philosophical lay of her 4D primordial ooze…No crazed contest of circular discourse, searching for a wormhole.  

Time would melt for Tim. 

He would loose himself in Shemale.

Ahead to the past and back to the present.

Physical form rendering less than ever before.

He was just another 1 in a Zillion.

Poor little Attached Amoeba that ate itself up from the outside in.