A Song, Can Make Things Move...In A Very Good Way

 Let's put on a little music to get the brain synapses clanging together as to calm. So? What shall we play?...I know. Can't go wrong with Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers', "You Got Lucky." So here we go...

Send the winds of sins to never win only to sign our name in the vanity of humanity; that has never cared for our betterment. The various stents that have bent and broken in this fine firmament which we destroy. Little boys playing with toys instead of being Pious Leaders in this whirlwind of venomous chaos...

Foster The People's, "Sit next to me."

Don't fret there's no room to assume. Forget and leave a chip in the hip pocket which may pay the next months bill, a thrill to find thy hidden "surprise" in disguise to your own demise of various cries. Lament about the days gone bye as thy Father is nigh. Coming to swoop you up, going to the most high... 

Happy Mondays, "Hallelujah" (club remix)

The beat goes on and on, while I am gone. Pound a sound for the underground of hope. No need for the dope, just a periscope as I submarine under the many blunders of man. Don't say I can't because I can! Hallelujah resounding in my cranium as the maniacs attacks the so-called brainiacs traversing into another direction is the infection which will cure and pure. Rising higher onto another level where beautiful humans and things steal the opening act. Then the various Lucifers draw up a contract, a lifelong pact. 

Cannons, "Fire for You."

I don't like to talk in a negative connotation. Alienation causes lifelong pain and discord. Pull the cord of the tired chord playing painstakingly in the background. Time to turn it around. Stop all the bass just in case we have no one hard to hear. There's no fear! We got each other My Dear...Sweet Sistas and Brothas!

(...Peace! More to come...)

"Jack's Pizza, 1966"

 Ya readin me? I mean really readin me? Kay. Check this out. You call Jack's Pizza up right? Get an XLarge: Sausage, Onions and Banana Peppers pizza! And nigga...you set for the day! Eat that shit all day long son! Straight up! Breakfast, lunch and dinner! And no refrigeration needed. Twelve hours don't kill a nigga! I mean shit, look at me I've been doin this shit for years and I'm still writing to you. So fuck it! It is what it is, you know what I mean? Pizza...sausage...Bingo-Bango focused negro...

The sausage. They have this I do believe is, breakfast sausage that is crumbled all over that motha fucka! Shit! I mean eighteen inches of a round flat plane with nothing but a canvas, pizza dough, and topped off with pizza sauce and a sausage layer of future satiating goodness. Uhm! What else you want? Well let me get those Banana Peppas and those Sweet Onions right there, and you know how to do the rest, old motha fucka! Yea, I know how old yo old ass is! Just as old as my Black Ass! But yo ass is doin way better than me, you definitely haven't aged a motha fuckin year since I first was introduced ta ya! Damn! Right On! Damn:

3-1-7-8-7-6-1-9-6-6

"Thank you for calling Jack's Pizza, this is Erin can you hold please?"
"Sure," What? Fuck yeah I'm ordering me a damn Jack's Pizza! All this talking of food made my Black Ass hungry! Shhh...

"Sorry for your hold, this is Erin how can I help you?" Gotta go...

"Yeah Erin. Can I get that extra large, sausage..."

(...Peace! More to come...)

Just Playing With Words And Fighting Against The Evitable

 It's interesting that all it takes is a catalyst. Something that can alter your thinking into deep consciousness. A profound thing happens to the ones' who care. You get more and more human. Slowly with every one of those various catalysts we choose which we kickstart. In whatever manner. And in whatever medium which you prefer to initiate the transformation. 

What am I talking about? Well that is easy I guess if I liven a word picture for you. Take for instance smoking. You have the ones that continue to use book matches or boxed wooden matches instead of a disposable lighter. Then you have the hardcore ones who will not fire up their ciggy by any other means than that old reliable ZIPPO (Clink-shick-clink). But no matter what you use the ends justify the means. You just need that Nic' Dick! Pullin on that motha fucka watchin it slowly get limp, smaller. Thinking like a motha fucka who likes Nic's dick, "Oh well!" Next!...

The World Walk

 You know why I love President Trump? Cause a motha fucka...anybody, male, female, straight, LGBTQ...whatever the fuck! E'rbody wantsta put their middle finger to the world and say, "Fuck!!!!!! You!!!!!!!!!" And this motha fucka gettin away with it on a big motha fuckin stage! While ya playin. 

And no matter what happens to the motha fucka, he got that swagger, like, "Whah? Motha fucka?" And he don't have to say one goddamned word! Even though he's Plump Trump! He still got that mother fuckin 'Fuck You Swagger,'! 

And say whatcha want! I's don't give a real thirty-three shits! All I can say is: 

Now that's...My Nigga! For real!...

Peace! More to come...

Just The Next Scene Of This Abysmal, "The United States of America," Magnificent Over Costed Play

 It's always somethin. What ah surprise! The Electoral Votes could be a tie. Shit! Didn't see that comin! Fuckers! Who the fuck they think they foolin? Fool US numerous times, shame on US! Try ta fool US this time, shame on you!

Just Nouns

 "People, places or things..." gonna ring and sing when the mighty hand seals the deal. Just be still and watch the magic try to steal another trick in the hectic, prophetic mess we have travelled many times before. Abhor our defiance in the nuance of life. 

Aperture

 They're causing a problem to begin with. They know good and goddamned well motha fuckas watchin the shit gonna say whatever candidate won as President gonna have a fuckin problem. They do these big ass all fucking day long programs, on live television no less, shows that eventually will tell the winner of the Presidential Election. But what they fail to say, which their asses put in fine print, and say under their fuckin breaths: These are projections! 

Wanna Bet?

 I hear Carly Simon singing, perpetually on up until this election drops,: "...Anticipation/ Is making me wait..." 

Oh, my Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas, this shit is going to be the greatest spectacle in Politics! Ever!:

"President Donald Trump Vs Vice President Joseph Biden!" 

Here are the rules: 1) Gonna be a clean fight; 2) No hitting below the belt; 3) No hitting on the breaks...we all agree? Okay! Fight! VOTE!

And it will be...a beautiful thing! Oh, yes it will...

Peace! More to come...

(I'm still working on this one, so here's a peek with no peak) BBP 3rdDOC (1stDOC/Th-03-Sept-2020)

...“Jerrell! The fuck nigga! Who the fuck you talkin too! Yo man check this out, Jolee sayin ‘Tell that motha fucka in or out? But that motha fucka gotta cut all that goddamned noise out!’”

My dude shouting off of his porch at me as I look at my dude in disbelief. “Dee! My nigga! Don’t you see all of these motha fuckas around me? Please don’t tell me I’m crazy!”

“Ab-so-fuckin-lute-ly! You fuckin nuts! Buggin son! Motha fucka! Ain’t no one there…nigga!” Drake said to me with concern in his statements of his truth. Then I heard him say something else all of the sudden, “The fuck!”.

“Yeah! You see them too,” I say.

“Fuck yeah I see them! The motha fuckas all white and all naked and for some reason looking at you like a greasy succulent pork chop!”

“But you do see them!?” I say.

“The fuck nigga a bunch of naked white people around here in the fuckin dark, but yeah man I see them!”

“Yes!” I say to him triumphantly.

“But check this out Jay. You need to make yo Black ass this fuckin way cause somethin’s gonna go down that it looks like you will be the main attraction. Yo ‘Lee! Get the pistols!” Drake yelled up to his wife.

But what busted me up is when I hear Jo’ yell out in response, “Yay-yay!”

I looked at the now naked white people coming towards me and I was thinking how and when did they turn into white people. And out loud I said to all of the mass coming toward me while laughing my ass off, “Y’all done fucked up now! You done fucked with Jo’! Y’all in deep shit now! Y’all just need to stop!” I stop laughing abruptly because that is exactly what they did, they just fucking stopped…and stared at me…

(Still working on this one. We'll see how it goes. Peace! More to come...)

Stop Following The Crumbs...And Be Not Led Any Longer

The Democratic Party has been infiltrated. Compromised and cut down to a size of an imp. I cringe when I think about how I voted blindly, 51 years of my 55 years old life, Democratic. 

If the person is a Democrat, well he/she is alright with me, and you got my vote! Well my Momma and Daddy was a Democrate. And their Mommas were Democrats. So...I'm a Democrat too! Such fools are we. A pity. Then Hillary came along and understanding her and Bill’s history of lies and deceits. I said to hell with the Clintons! Male or female fuck those mother fuckers!  Hell, no! Another Clinton will be the end to this US of A. Can’t do it! Won’t do it! So, “Hi-ho/Hi-ho/ it’s off to the GOP I go…”  

VP+VP=(-P)

So the bitch say,"I'm Indian and Jamaican." Then the bitch say, "I'm Black and Indian-Asian American." The fuck kinds of nigga are you? Damn! If you Black? You Black motha fucka! Straight up! Pick a side motha fucka! That's all I'm sayin! We Black Americans are unique because we are three or more generations in this Great Land Of The United States! All the fuck we know! The only thing we know!

Then you have some smartass spoutin off, "Go back to Africa!" Shit! Who me? Shit! The fuck! I ain't left nothin in fuckin Africa! I'm American born, bred and raised goddamnit! Proud and free motha fucka! And I have no nano-particulate inside my body that wants to even visit the continent, nor a country which it contains. No place in that motha fucka! 

I mean take Nigeria for instance. Put another 'g' next to the other 'g' and you got yourself a pretty good joke. Shit! Then Nigerians have the nerves to say, "In my country every family preaches education! One degree is not enough!" The fuck! Y'all motha fuckas, excuse me, "in my country," still traversing on dirt roads as main thoroughfares  motha fuckas! Is a Black fuckin American missin somethin here? Fuck your African purity! It means shit here! "Oh, that's mean." The proof is in the goddamned pudding goddamnit! The same motha fuckas talkin to me or I'm listenin too are over here clockin dollas and going back, excuse me, "in my country...," to fuckin floss. While your fuckin country looks as if it is still in the 1950's and shit! Simply put: "Lookin like shit!" Fuck your country Nigger-ia... 

(working on it...)

Peace! More to come..

A "MAGA" Tale

 The motha fucka only takin a fuckin dolla ah yeah! Did you read me? One fuckin dolla ta be President of this here United States of America! Did you know that? He didn't want shit but to run for President of this fucked up country? The fuck!? 

That's four dollas afta it's all said and done and unda a fuckin penny a day!? Uhm! How can a motha fuckin American not vote fo a motha fucka like that? It's against the greatest American Slavery Credo in the world: If a nigga wantsta work for nothin...then that's a crazy nigger and he's fuckin hired! 

I don't wantcho fuckin sorry ass money! I's gots things ta do! God damned it! Now gets out my way and let me tag some ass! Excuse me. 

Somebody done pissed President Trump off somewhere in between when he was born until now. And fuckin believe-you-me it wasn't a fuckin nigga! Now...that's a motha fucka ona mission fo sho! Straight up! And my Momma told me in the most definitive way: "Boy! Let white folks, fight with white folks! And get out of the way!" And niggas still gettin in the motha fuckin way! Well. Mission almost complete!

So, sign me up! Let me get my gear and my Ninja outfit: and VOTE...and nigga, let's go fo a hellacious euphoric ride fo sho...

And let's...yes: Make America Great Again! 

Solid! Peace! More to come...