Them motha fuckas will get cho ass in trouble every fuckin time Sonshines!
And we still ain't learned shit!
"They did it!"
Fuck you talkin bout motha fucka! Just you talkin that bull shit!
"Them!"
Oh, I see!
Them sorry motha fuckas getcho ass in trouble every fuckin time!
Don't fuck with
Them!...
(Peace! More to come...)
As in life, there was nothing more to do but tarry. That’s all life is really, oft times sitting at your various locale and waiting for things to happen. Productive of course in nature but not in the adverse. The downside of that waiting game is oft times it takes too damn long, but I guess waiting has no time limit on it less there is one given and in this instance there wasn’t. This could take a very long time, years; maybe ten years or longer. I had to understand that. You see, when one, like I, has decided there is nothing else I can do to expedite the situation or to come to some type of relative conclusion or should I say acquiescence, there is no other option but to be patient and be of good will because all I was doing before was wasting time, effort and energy, which I am not replete with either of the three being 4 6 years of age.
The Earth, we have found, was a third of its size than what it is today, an half a million years ago. Just like any organism, it continues to grow, to expand, to sustain itself in its environment. It took over a miilion years to get to its current size and breadth; maybe more, maybe even less. No one really knows except that we understand it was diminutive, like Mercury, in its toddler years. The Earth is always growing, expanding. Conditioning, preparing itself to be the next Sun once our Sun has lost its last rays. No one understands that. Each planet having its own time to shine. Now, all but Earth being able to be the last planet standing. Eventually as a means to the end, engulfing all of the other planets in its gravitational pull that will cause Our universe to be no more. The other universi benefitting from this, perhaps. We never could imagine life living on the Sun with the intense heat it radiates. That's because life cannot exist on its surface. We found out the Sun was way more interesting than that. Our Sun, that we are seeing, getting life from, is nothing more than an elaborate blazing protective shield for the inhabitants who dwell inside its fiery environment. Impenetrable from anything that might try to pierce through it's ingenious, spherical hellish outer atmosphere. We, when we look up at Our Sun, are looking at nothing more than an inside out Earth.
And Earth, we have also discovered, is aspiring to be like it's older sibling.
You eva heard of it My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas? Of course you have, they just don't tell you bout that black-op shit. Every Hot-topic you have been/are viewing, reading, hearing...is all apart of it.
It's called plausible deniability!
You watchin the shit poppin off like crazy!
I'm watchin the shit like, "Fucking wow! Son!"
That's all yo sorry Black ass can do.
Gives a whole motha fuckin ill meanin ta that bullshit:
"And the rockets' red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,"
Cause if you can't stop the Igniters,
All yo sorry Black ass can do is ta sit back and watch the shit,
Blow the fuck up!...
(Peace! More...)
"Fuck that Black shit! We ain't Black!
Motha fuckas tryin ta say we black like crude oil and shit!..."
First of all I will suggest to yo motha fuckin hyped Black sorry ass,
It ain't that fuckin deep!
Shit yo Black ass eva see some of them Africans?
Shit, some of them motha fuckas are blue-black,
Them some dark, black as night motha fuckas!
So fuck whatcha talkin bout!
But what is deep ta my sorry Black Ass :
White people aren't white like the whitest paper!
And the damndest thing My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas!
White motha fuckas ain't ashamed, or complainin at all bout that shit!...
(Peace! More to come...)
"Are you Blind! Can you hear! Can you read!..."
See fine.
Hear, just all right, I'm old. I do my best.
I am very well literate.
And very informed and topical.
But let me ask you a question?
If I may?...
Are You!?
(Peace! More to come...)
Motha fuckas wanna sit up there talkin that shit, "Why do I have to?"
Seriously?!
Yea! Why do I have to pay child support?
Again! Seriously?!
Yes! Seriously!
When you become a Co-Creator Sonshine! You both have to pay! In some reasonable way....
(Peace! More to come...)
I often wonder looking at those and conversing with those who have been at the same job for over ten years?
Shit!
That's some boring ass life shit!
Drive yo ass crazy!
Wouldn't it?!
For real!...
I mean most ain't even tryin ta bust a move anyplace else!
Kinda fucked up shit is that?
The fuck?
Just settled in and shit!...
Alas; I guess,
I will always
Wonder....
(Peace! More to come...)
You see that racewalking shit!?
The fuck!
What did "Right Said Fred" say?
Them motha fuckas walkin
Thinkin they are sexy ass hell!
You ain't gonna tell their sorry asses shit!
That's some gay men
Walking hard shit
For real!
I'm tellin you some of the funniest shit yo ass can ever hear and witness. Nick Foles talkin bout the possibility of being traded to the "Colts". That motha fucka shitty as hell with the position they put that ass in, in Chi'
Look at the motha fucka! He's almost raising out of his seat talkin bout the shit! Shit-to-the-ty! I know I wrote about it before but shit! That's an Ol' "SUperBowl" G shit right there! Makin motha fuckas understand respect!
"The fuck son!
How the fuck you think my ass feels about being a third string quarterback?
You don't do that to one of the few that have done!
And I've done!
And I will continue to do as long as I play the game that I Love!
I've won a bowl fucker!
The fuck these scrubs done!
Really!?
They're not askin Brady to do that shit!
I'm not Brady!?
I am one of the very few quarterbacks in history that can say I am a winning quarterback on very few bowl teams!
You know what they call Brady?
A winning "SUperBowl" quarterback!
Ta dah!
'Bowls!?
Get me out this bitch!
You non-appreciative motha fuckas!
And not even Brady thought about quarterbacking this shit! He only signs with winning teams! But of course you know that..."
Now he ain't said it quite like I wrote it My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas! But it was definitely implied. (I could write about this episode in our pitiable sports history for the next few days. Funny shit.)
(Peace! More to come...)
Colts?
Shit yeah! He understands me! But I'm a Bear now.
Fuckin third stringer. To the loser red head dude!
Fuckin shameful! My name is in the same vain with Williams, Plunkett, Rypien...Foles son! Can't take that shit away!
They understand what I'm talkin bout! I'm a mother fucking "SUperBowl" quarterback! And the best my ass got is to be a third fucking stringer, on a loosing ship like this bitch is, behind the Loser Red Crew!
Fuck that!
Hey, Reich! Holla atcha boy!...
(Peace! More to come...)
So I set down. Waiting for one of the very limited ubiquitous first interviewing questions in optical....
It didn't happen that way.
Instead:
"Who is your favorite author?"
"Excuse me," I said to Carol, the Office Manager, looking to be about my age, fifty-five.
"Who is your favorite novelist?" She asked again matter of fact finding
"Andrew Vachss! Of course," I said without hesitation.
She smiled ever so slightly, "And what is your favorite Vachss novel?"
""Flood!" Of course! Then probably, "Blue Belle," I said.
"What about Marcel Montecino? Heard of him? If so? Favorite Montecino novel?"
"'The Crosskiller!' And, 'Big Time,' being a very close second."
"When can you start?"...
(Peace! More to come...)
