Nothin But Ho'es Up In This Bitch, Here! (Clancy Joseph, Fifty-Two Years Old, Washington, D.C., Pimp) 2018

Now what you think, oft times, is not what's the truth, the lawful or the shit that needs tah be done.  Fuck naw!  With yo stank ass!  Society has lulled US into a state of docility.  Don'ts yah makes any troubles lil' niggah you!  Yah heard me?  I heard yah, you supersillymothahfuckah, you!  I-the-fuck-heard-yah!  Loud-and-the-fuck-clear!  Goddamnit tah hell!  Great googly-moogly! I gua-rohn-fuckin-tee there's ain't no damn mo earwax in these tired listening buds!  For real!

But they can't leave it at that.  They have to humiliate you and shit.  Cause why?  Cause you's a Black Ass niggah that needs constant negative trainin with yo monkey ass, cause you's not shit but a damn animal, a fuckin monkey and ape primate; buts you's sho nuff not ah human primate.  No, I reckon yo Black ass's not cause that's be special fo US white folks!  You Black chimpanzee you!

Mothuh fuckuhs make my ass laugh...hard!  Yah heard may?  Everybody thinkin their asses are apart of, "The In Crowd."  And yo stank ass ain't shit!  Just like the rest of US.  If yah ain't makin the pimps money, then the pimps hollah out, "Next mothuh fuckin booty on duty!  You stank bitches!"  And we all keep complyin!  And I'm the one that has tah serve some mothuh fuckin time?

No, pimpin ain't easy for a street pimp. But for a Washington, D.C. political pimp...all I can say is...must be the money!  Same game, just diff'rent mothuh fuckin stank Ho'es.  That's all.  Hey-hey!

Thy Truth Cometh In Thine Image! (2008)

Time to clear my mind to find some sense in this nonsense; recompense instead of thinking conditionally about the present and the future tense. Condense the operator’s license I have abused since the age of reason on the pretense of individuality. Succumbing to the sanctioned criminality of this society which I find so uncomely. Sitting back serenely as I dreamily regress from this mess. De-stress and confess to the witness within myself that…life hasn’t been too unkind to such a pitiful soul. Control and unfold the query, why have I continued to live in such misery? Only to thine eyes is that completely true. Only to me, definitely not to you; hence, the introspection. The obsession to figure myself out before my daughter takes on some of my undesirable traits. Trying to understand who I really am, to change for her. Before it’s too late.

Have Another Spot Of Tea (BBP, Near Salvation) Today

Mah fuckahs always sullying Iran's president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Shit, fuck what they talkin bout, that man knows his people! For real. That mah fuckah ain't goin round wearin tailored suits and shit. No, he wears a shirt, slacks and a sport coat. Nothin fancy. He is neither fat nor skinny. He is humble. And that's why those Iranians love his ass! He's saying to them, you see how I present myself? I am a voice of the people because I look like you and I live humbly like all of you!

But these mah fuckahs over here! What the fuck! Can we say, wanna be Brits! Candidates trying like hell to connect with the average American citizen. Puh-leeze! Ain't no average American citizen runnin round in tailored made suits. Shit, havin their hair did er' day. Nails manicured. Having bodyguards or at the very least a driver escorting them every where. Makin no less than $160,000 a year for about seven months work for a year and the last time I checked, was still twelve months. Ain't these mah fuckahs supposed to be Public Servants? The fuck wrong with all of us? Where the broke ass candidates at, like I surely am? And I consider myself an average citizen. Bastards don't want a National healthcare law to go into effect, but all of these political hacks having the best health insurance coverage around. Then when their asses get denied on a claim they challenge their healthcare provider and after the provider finds out the individual is a Congress person, a Senator...Deny no more! The fuck!

Isn't it the case that the higher you get in the political arena, public office, the more of a servant you are supposed to be; ergo, living just below the average American? Yeah those mah fuckahs servin all right, self servin! Public servant my ass! We have been duped! The Federal Government is nothing but legalized High Class Welfare! The same shit they been doin over in Britain for a long ass time, instead of the King and Queen, we have The president and the first lady.

Shit, those stupid ass British elite still see You-S-A as being "The Colonies."  Still owning this bitch! We poured that tea out a long time ago, but those mah fuckahs done snuck their asses right back in the position they wanted to be in so long ago, to be absentee rulers. And we done fell for it! Hook, line and sinker!

Let freedom ring...but don't answer that mah fuckah. Shiit!

And it is still...a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is!

Peace! More to come...

A Refraction Is Not Needed (BBP, Near Salvation) Today

You know there is a lot of Beauty in this stank infested horrible sewer we call: a life. Unbelievable as that may seem; I have found that to be the truth. Beauty, I have found has nothing to do with another's definition, only from the one avowing which one finds Beautiful, me, with my broke sorry ass.  But just because yo ass is broke don't fuckin mean yah can't see sans distortion. Perception and perceptions vary like a muh fuckuh, let me tell yah. For real.

But who gives ah shit? Your ass only's got one fuckin shot! Just one! Yah heard may? You better recognize! Quit placating and let muh fuckuhs understand and know what you see through your own Beautiful unique set of high beams. Fuck what they see! Because you see just fuckin fine. Oh, yes you do!

And that is...a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is! Peace! More to come...

12-30-1965=49 (BBP,Near Salvation)

Fucked up mathematics, that's what I call it.  Don't know what chew call it My Dear Sweet Sistahs and  Brothahs but for me it fuckin works.  In a big muh fuckin way.  Good lawd!  How in the fuck am I still livin?  Should have been dead for some time now...but..twas not tah be!  Cause here I be.

Add; subtract; multiply; divide...no mattah what cho broke ass does it's still goin tah equal the same mothah fuckin thing!

And it is...A Beautiful Thang!  Oh, yes it is!

Peace!  More to come...

The Foundation Of Our Society Is Quite Unsettling (BBP) 2007

You see in my opinion I would put a law that only states, “If one is a politician, one must, not shall, answer questions either yes or no." Oh, you can go on your loquaciousness about the decision but a politician must answer any question posed with either yes or no. Some may argue, “Well sometimes there is no yes or no, you might be in the middle.” Well, we are not talking about average citizens, or average mindsets. We are talking about leaders, people that were elected as such; ergo, those muh fuckuhs should be adept at decision making; hence, a definitive decision must, not shall, be made. Even the most mentally challenged can make a decision of, I don’t know. Don’t take no damn effort at-all to not answer, to challenge yourself; thus, elections. Choosing one on the basis that one can make definite decisions speeding productivity of the human condition.

But you see, that is not the point. I look at these political gray haired fools (now, oft times, dyed black or brown with their vain old sorry asses) trying to convince people that the Beautiful conditioning of, Right and Wrong, has been all wrong! That sometimes one can be right at the same time one can be wrong and vice-versa, right or wrong...and whateverthefuck?! No muh fuckuhs!  You! That’s where the old trite phrase, “Havin your cake and eatin too!” Comes into play, and that shit is wrong!  Not right!  Or wrong and right.  No with yo stank ass, just fuckin ol' school mothah fuckin...hold it...wrong! Put it anyway that you want! It all comes out smelling like bullshit! For real!

Where in the fuck are we going as a people? Where the D, I and the R means more than our basic fundamental Beautiful mores of Right or Wrong gets thrown out like fetid waste? Reverting back to being primates? Survival at any cost? Is this the best that we got in the year 2007? And we are supposed to be smarter and a more civilized society? Civility has been an illiteracy since the dawn of humankind!

I look at these political stupid muh fuckuhs going about having political aspirations like all the rest. Shiiiiittt, muh fuckuh! You need tah kick ass and take numbers, fire up the American people that you are not going to do like the rest and fuck America ! Tell the truth and be a human of your word; that’s what's going to separate your ass from the rest. Not this political hackneyed rhetoric of bullshit that we are hearing and smelling!  Funkin up the goddamned world!

 “Talk hard!” And never vary from the truth. Yes or no, like a child to a parent. Where the shit starts. Fundamentals you dumb shits! If you are a wild card candidate why not? What’s your ass got to loose? Yao Ming? But that’s just me. Yah heard may! And it is still...A Beautiful Thang! Oh, yes it is, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs! Peace! More to come...

That Little One Thing Matters To Matter (Anonymous) Year Unknown

We are no thing;
If any thing.
And to become some thing,
You loose that, Human, one thing
Amid no thing.

Shiiiit! Vote For Me! And Get The Fuck Outtah My Way! (BBP) February 16, 2008

This is the only thang that pisses me the fuck off about old Obama. He sits up there and patronizes mah fuckahs givin them political correctness and shit, "I want to have a coalition of Democrats and Republicans. Where we can reach over the aisle and shake each others hands and agree on some things about what needs to change in America..." Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Asshole! Soundin like the adults do on the Charlie Brown shows, "Wanh-wanh-wanh-wanh-wanh!" I'll be shit! You a niggah mah fuckah, kick ass and take numbers! Fuck it! Tell us, "This shit is fucked up! And I'm goin tah change a lot of this fucked up shit!" Yao Ming? Fuck this Republican and Democrat Bullshit, lets get to the grassroots where I've been and was raised. And what my Black ass, I don't know about you My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, wants tah do is wake y'alls sleepy asses up with the alarm of getting our foundation in tact of: What is fuckin right! And what is fuckin wrong! Ain't no party lines can touch that shit. That shit is the truth for all Americans. Basic, fundamentals of American life. Let's get away from these adhering to party truths. And start again the building of American Truth. What the fuck else needs tah be said? Shiit! McCain could kiss my ass! Hillary could kiss my ass! I know what yo ass is needin, some goddamned old school structure. Something that you have been missing for a very long ass time...the fuckin truth!

And the truth has nothing to do with Dems, Reps or Independents. The truth transcends all that bullshit. Trumps that shit in a huge mah fuckin way. I remember old George Sr. sayin, "K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple Stupid." Damn right bout that, he who is the Father of such a disgrace of a president. Shiit! If Cheney and Bush were mah fuckahs in the hood, those mah fuckahs wouldn't last a damn second with their given credo. The news media steppin all over the truth. Those two mah fuckahs are fuckin liars and un-the-fuck-trustworthy! Same damn thang they say about crackheads and drug dealers. But won't say the same damn thang about this sorry ass President and Vice President. Then they gotstah nerve to wonder why society is gettin out of control? Call a spade a Black Ass mah fuckahs, that's all I can tell yah ignant asses! Yao Ming? The fuck more needs tah be said? Criminals! Straight up! Crimes against humanity in a big mah fuckin way! The fuck son? The fuck? Just because they have the title of President and Vice President doesn't give them the absolution of being what they condemned and killed Suddham for, killing innocent men, women and children. Et Tu Bush et Cheney! Et Tu!

And are we any better than who we deem transgressors? For the first time in my fuckin life I am really ashamed of being an American; though my Black ancestors were brought here in distance past, this is my home. The only home I and three to four generations before me called righteously...home. My Black American ass! I stand before you as a people that have been through turbulent times in this here...America! I used to stand proud because we used to be a people striving to give this world hope. To see a people comin together in this great land, that used to stand and stood for something more than just about you greedy, rich, elitist mah fuckahs! We stood for something around the world. We stood for: Hope! Now we don't stand for nothin! Around the world mah fuckahs shakin their given fists denouncing America and, alas, Americans. Sad-the-fuck-a-while! While yah playin.

We Americans are a piece of work. What other leaders do are wrong. But what our leaders do...well...needed to be done! And I'm glad tah tell yah My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, that shit ain't right. Basic human teaching of right and fucking wrong. We have tah pay for our transgressions of self-righteousness. And we are going to have to pay in full! And that is a goddamned shame! But...when it comes into its fruition, because that is the only thing we Great Americans do. We admit when we are wrong! And we were wrong to all of you Iraquians, Koreans, Japanese, Vietnamese...We were fuckin wrong! And we plead for your Mercy for the Heavens that are among us! We plead for your mercy! Give us a chance to make amends! And we are your servants once more, My Mother Earth!

Oh, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs! I feel a change comin, oh forget the slogans, a change is comin. Good or Bad! A change...oft times...is a Good thang! And it will be...a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it will! Peace! More to come...

Live By The Srbosjek! And Surely Die By The Srbosjek! (Thirty-Two Years Old, Andjela Crncevic, Serbian American) 2017

I see the end.  I see it quite clearly.  I see my own modified Srbosjek slicing and dicing into the jugglers of every Freemason tirelessly.  One by one: slash-slash-thonk-thonk...My spirit remembering the horrible sins of the past...and present, that you Freemasons are responsible.

And my God doth not forget...ever!

But thy judgement cometh to thee righteously!

God has sent me to this place and time for a reason.  And may not one of you shall escape Her wrath!

Texture. Texture. Texture. (Forty-Nine Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) December 31, 2014

Spaghetti.  That's what it's all about; Infused with Italian sausage ;Perfect; al dente spaghetti with perfect meat sauce (half ground beef, half ground pork infused with, oregano, rosemary and fennel), which I was partaking in right now.  The perfect pasta.

What is too much sauce hanging on a string of pasta?  How much is too much?  Then you taste your shit, then you say, "Perfecto!"  A true Sicilian would be mad at me at the taste and the texture my own non-Sicilian ass made this on point pasta dish.  But I would have to say "Fuck you paisanos.  You all know it's bene!  Molto bene!  Mangia!  Per favore? "  The shit is just righteous no matter how you want to dislike it.  A very solid dish!   Ching-Ching!                                                                                                                                                                      

Chloe's Dilemma - 443

I wrote this @ July 2006. Thought you all would enjoy it. So enjoy...


They do grow up quickly don't they? I look at her and say, "Didn't you just come out of your mom's holiest of holys just this morning?" Two teeth, gettin into all kinds of shit! Crawlin all over the place. "Chloe, No!" She looks at me like, "Who you talkin to niggah? I ain't no damn dog!" And she continues to go about trying her best to get at the cable running from the cable outlet. After the twentieth time getting her from there, finally she tires and starts trying to get into other mischief. I think I'm gonna have to put something in front of that damn cable outlet. I look at her and think to myself, I am witnessing a human wonder. Seeing her daily growing, trying to stand with her bad self!  Go on with yo little ass. Yao Ming? She makes me smile so often. I said to her as I held her last night, "I will never leave you Sunshine! Only in death will I leave your side!" She smiled at me like I was talkin crazy, swung her left open hand and baby slapped me. Still smiling. And tried to follow it up with the right open hand and I moved my head back just enough to feel the little breeze gently float past my face! "Hah, yah missed." I said to her and she showed her two teeth and smiled like she understood. Maybe she does. It doesn't really matter. We are together. She's by my side so I can have the greatest gift of all: witnessing her growing up. I wouldn't want it any other way! For real! And it is...a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is! Check it out My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs...


Chloe’s Dilemma - 433

She tries to stand in the living room environment that she is just beginning to discover. Having trouble with balance and dexterity tends to be her curious plight, as she finally balances both legs adequately apart but legs still a little unsure about her weight distribution; unstable but alternating putting a certain amount of pressure on each leg, measuring the threshold; alternating her grip from left to right with her hands. Flopping on her safety cushion during perilous times; or, learning to lessen the impact by easing down just far enough reaching out with usually her right arm until the palm of her hand touches earth, easing her weight on the arm and shoulder as slowly as she can and use that knowledge to keep her from hurting herself by improper flop, now, half-flop; doing knee bends as she stands on my lap; crawling an endless amount of square feet; strengthening her arms, legs and body for that first big moment. The Genesis of her Basic Training for Life, to take her first step! That once in a lifetime right of passage; a moment that says, “I have a path! And I must walk it!” I Hope I will be able to witness it.

Meredith Singleton Circa 2000

Peace! More to come...

Meredith 

Playing God Or Being God? What Be You...Muh Fuckah? (Broke Black Prophet) Year Unknown

We spend our lives justifying our existence. Troubling mothah fuckahs with our bullshit, our dreaded insecurities, because tah not deal with our own shit, is to avoid a sad state of affairs. Shiiit! Don't nobody wannah work on their own shit! Hell naw! Let me fuck wit cho shit! If a mothah fuckah calls you a mothah fuckah, don't blame the mothah fuckah! That mothah fuckah callin yo sorry ass a mothah fuckah cause you've chosen the place where you are now, being appropriately called a mothah fuckah! Mothah fuckah!

Damn! If yo sorry ass just would start, just one goddamned time, thinkin bout where you want to be, instead of where you are...maybe you'll stop pointin fingers. Yo sorry ass, believe it or not, is the God of your universe. Start fuckin actin like it! Yah heard may?

Peace! More to come...

The Rich Done Gone And Fucked US Again! (Forty-Eight Years Old, Broke Black Prophet, Near Salvation) January, 2014

People be crackin my Black ass up! For real! Talkin that bullshit, "When the economy gets better..." Wanh, wanh, wanh, wanh, wanh...Soundin like the adults on Charlie Brown and shit! Ain't nobody tryin tah hear that fecal matter. This shit ain't gonnah get better for US! Oh, no it's not. I'm sorry tah tell yah with yo ignant asses. Hope, all you fuckin want boo-boo, but the United States as we knew it, is done son! Done! Sold the fuck out by these rich bastards! And they don't give a fuck bout chew or me, with our broke asses. No, they don't. Don't give a flyin fuck, with our stupid asses!

Muh fuckahs talkin bout Obama this and Obama that...Obama don't have shit tah do with this fucked up shit here! Unh-the-fuck-unh! That dog don't fuckin hunt round here! Oh, no! Yah need tah quit that noise. Six years in office and you tellin me a reasonable person can actually believe that Obama, with his Black ass, done fucked this country up in less than two terms as POTUS? I know what they have said about US niggahs, but come ohn now? Yah can't blame our Black asses for this horrible mess what the rich, white, arrogant, ignant white men done did tah this You-S-of-fuckin-A!  Try the Rothchilds,  the Gettys...and all those othah sorry ass, old ass welfare recipient con-men so called bankers and so called businessmen that are below thieves as far as their morality goes in my book!  Sheeeit!

And what the fuck does Our poor asses do? We start stealin from each othahs shit! The fuck wrong with US? If yo sorry ass wants to steal go to the rich muh fuckahs neighborhoods and start stealin their goddamned shit! Not from muh fuckahs in the same shit as you and me! Stupid, no count, poor muh fuckahs! We ain't got shit tah be stealin! Fuckers!

We some broke asses! But we don't have to succumb to their merciless, sorry ass, rich bastards' morals and character! Yah heard may! Damn! Let US quit fuckin ovah one anothah! Let's start gettin Our spiritual shit back togethah! Start helpin one anothah again! Please!

All My broke Black ass has got!

Peace! More to come...