AURALISM: THE NO TELL MOTEL

 NOVEMBER 2, 2024

It was a few days before waking up to a national nightmare.

Unsure of what the fate of our “great nation” would be, I decided to turn off all news and political commentary. I have done my civic duty. The rest was up to everyone else. Besides. I had other issues to focus on. 

It was another one of those trips to Dad’s place in Southern Cali. I can not remember why I chose to get a hotel room instead of staying at his place. I believe I had enough of The Narcissist's bullshit and opted for peace over sheer fuckery.

Even though it was early, I was tired from a long day.  I was ready for bed or at least to lay down for a bit.

There are some sounds that are so unforgettably familiar, especially when you can clearly hear the couple going at it in the hotel room next door. I now know exactly how Lincoln Duncan felt in that famous Paul Simon song.

As a matter of fact I laughed at the scenario. Poor guy just trying to get some rest and he has to put up with this couple banging each other’s brains out all night.

The horror!

Fuck it!

These morherfuckers gave me lemons. I'm going to squeeze and get some lemonade out of this bitch!

I put my ear to the wall. I listened to hear her moaning faintly. 

I then I put a glass to the wall. It was little better. But nothing like when I walked out of my room down to the the next room’s door. Not only could I  hear her moans (from down the hall from my door) but the intensity of their flesh clapping was quite impressive. Not only the speed which in itself superhuman sounding, but the duration this dude keep this tempo going.

One word.  

Impressive.