Skin I'm In (Deuce) Summer 2016

Skin is in.

Thin?

Uh, Not so much.

 

But don’t you dare touch,

What is being showcased;

 Odds are, encrusted-laced;

Encased with a small waste;

You've traced down south from their waist.

Can't even think of the very possible foul taste.  

Unh.

  

Never forget,

What yo ass sees, is what yo ass gets!

 

Oh, don’t even try tah look away…

 'Cause it’s here tah stay.  

Muddling (Frankiee Mundy, Geneticist) 2011

The body…immaculate.  What do you want me to say?  Some trite bullshit?  Some political correct explanation? 

The human body is perfect! I marvel about our autonomic nervous system...Marvelous!

  

“Absolutely, positively, badasses…”  That’s what the human body is about.  That’s what we have as kinship with one another: we come from the same badasses; which makes US all, badasses.  No color needed.  We are pure and we were made the best that we could possibly be made with our badass selves.  No doubt about that shit!  And since that be the case…why in the fuck are we fucking with perfection?

A Void Dance (Youandme) 2013

I hope that in my death it will be similar to when they put yo ass out in dental surgery.  

You’re talking to the Dental Technician and the next thing you know you are being gently nudged into the awaiting wheelchair after sedation and surgery. 

And you have not a clue for however long they took to gouge out those two wisdom teeth what the fuck went on in this life during that time of blankness, that time of lifelessness, that time of no recall… that time of… void?  

How Yah Doin Miss EULA (Fifty Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) 2016

Building a better system my ass!  Pissed!  Ain’t a strong enough word!  Mother fuckers! 

So you’re sitting there, pounding out some words to this thought, short story beginning, novel beginning…whateverthefuck…And these mother fuckers hijacking yo damn computer, clandestinely… now you can’t do shit because…Oh, Shit!...The fuck told y’alls asses tah download some shit I don’t fuckin want?  But their sorry asses did!  The Fuckkkkk!  I don’t want no fuckin Windows 10!  

You knew it because that EULA will end at the end of July, 2016 or thereabouts!  And if we don’t get enough of these mother fuckers on board we will be hemorrhaging money in lawsuits because of certain emails that will be leaked in subsequent years that will let John Q. Public understand they were Hornswoggled!  Bamboozled!  Fucked! (...shall I continue...)  No...You!  Fuck the Thanks!

  

Shiit!  Mother fuckers!

Oh, shit…hold up!  Hold-up-hold-up-hold-up!  Microsoft classified it as an update making me understand that updates can be voided, purged, discarded…shit I ain’t no computer person at-the-fuck-all, just trying to tell a story.  So, please bare with an old ass.  I’m a sorry ass with this here technological thing; gets on my damn nerves something terrible, but just like everything else, I get around just fine!  Yes Lawd!... 

Anyway…where was I…Updates?  Bingo buddy!  Now we’re off…I went into ‘Updates’ after the damage was done…well what the fuck do you think I see?  Yes, those mother fuckers had been planning this shit since 2013 and the only way I knew were from the fact once I saw where Windows 10 was updated (hijacked) these other two separate updates, from June and I think October of 2013, that became bundled with this so-called ‘Window’s 10 Update;’  so those were prompted or executed, along, with this Window’s 10 serial rape of our computers bullshit, one after another, and bingo-bango here comes the bad news.   But fuck that!

I just took the Update ‘Windows 10” off along with the two others from 2013.  Clicked, where I will not be taking any more updates from Microsoft…and what do you know Sunshine…

EULA!  I’m so glad you’re here!  Please tell a brothah what’s been goin own?

Yes! (Thirty-Six Years Old, Elaine Hopson II/Deuce) May, 2016

There’s always something.  Nothing.  Anything? 

I wonder? 

What if the world was filled with the innate practice of humans really treating another as one would like to be treated?

I wonder?

And what if the previous query were true?  Would that mean there would be no violence, no war, no assaults, no weapons…

I wonder?

Would we think alike?  Would we be monochromatic?

 

I wonder?

Would we even have Male or Female as a description for a specific gender?

I wonder?

…Would we finally be as one?

Jeronimo! Muh Fuckuh! (Thirty-One Years Old, David McIntyre, D.C Resident) August 25, 2018

Trippy.  That's the only way I can explain it to you.  Straight trippy, my brothah!  Quite so!  Colors, images...popping off the damn screen...Will you look at that?  People looking like you can touch them, in this now: squared; fifty-five inches of what life has become.  The real.

And when yo Black ass is in an altered state, such as I, this screen becomes life in and of itself.  All I have to do is jump right into the action.

The Classless System (Miles Davis) 1965

"Classy," is a word used by a mothah fuckah, irrespective of their color, who has no fuckin class.

Broken Discourse (Christopher Tuesday, Professor of African American Studies, Interviewee, 106.7 FM) 2019

...Well that’s what we have succumbed to haven’t we?

Yes, I understand perfectly your argument.  It is one I have heard throughout my lifetime, which basically states: to hell with everything and everyone else... except for me!

I never said that.

No, you are the one that is telling untruths.  Not me. 

There’s no need for that.  That’s what we as people start breaking down, one of the purest commonality we have as fellow humans: being sentient.

Never heard a nigger speaking like me?  So what, that doesn’t give me a pass to be Black?  I speak properly: ergo, I’m shunning my prized Blackness?

Yes, ‘ergo’ is a word.

 

Good lord, didn’t you ask me to come on this talk-show so we could talk about societal issues?

Instead we have once again been brainwashed to think somehow race is hyper relevant given our societal climate; ergo, once again, succumbing to race-bait discourse whatever the subject matter?

Step the fuck outside you punk nigger?  My God…

(to be continued…)

Imagine That (Broke Black Prophet) 2001

If I were ever a twin I know I killed that other mother fucker.  Shiiitt!  Two of me?  The fuck!  Fuck naw.  That shit just ain’t gonnah fuckin float!  At the fuck all!  Bye-bye-boo-boo!

 

That niggah be propahly disposed of!  Yes sir!  Can’t stand my damn self more than half the time and this mothah fuckah lookin like me, reminding my ass of me, always lookin like me…whateverthefuck!  

I know for damn sure I killed my twin because I’m here. And he or she is not. 

The one I killed, had the better looks; had the better attitude; loved life;  highly sociable…opposite of everything that I am.

 

So…yes.  I killed that other mother fucker that looked like me.

 

And I’m glad I did it.

My Silent Protector (Twenty-Two Years Old, Nancy Downse, Survivor) 2022

Though you don’t like it, you begin to get used to it.  At first, it’s kind of strange because you are aware of the most infinitesimal, minute sounds, which gets on your nerves… But after awhile you get used to it; no sound, makes a sound louder.   It becomes a blessed strength for survival.

My hearing is highly acute because of everything being dead.  The only sounds I hear: are from myself and the wind.  

Oft times, I close my eyes real tight to try to hear someone…something…but alas, it’s just me and the wind.

(...to be continued)

Do You Know What Time It Is? ( Deuce) April 2016

Donald Trump? 

The fuck he get the fuckin nod? 

Be-fuckin-fuddled! 

The fuck wrong with America?...

Exactly! 

The mainstream finally gettin it? 

Fuck no! 

The dance. 

Oh, the dance. 

Please stop that waltz, that tango, that salsa…

…whateverthefuck! 

Cause our mothah fuckin feet are fuckin tired! 

And I don’t know bout these othah mothah fuckahs…

but this niggah’s feets…are barkin! 

Oh, yes Lawd! 

And my Black ass ain’t dancin no mo! 

Oh-the-fuck-no!

But befo I sit my tired Black Ass down! 

,,,I demand some fuckin answahs!

And I can’t kick yo ass…well…because of these hurtin feets…so fuck that!  But, mothah fuckah!  I can sho nuff shoot yo lazy white and black privileged sorry asses.

Now what’s it gonnah be?

And they would rather die befo they let you on their level, The Knowing,The Olympians; so they take the bullet “for the greater good.”  Um!  Damn shame how many mothah fuckahs gonnah has tah die…until the questions are answahed.  

But, I’m down with that.

Brother to Brother (Jay Price) 2015

"Morals and Dogma..." by Albert Pike.  Interesting.  An excellent example of eurocentrism; and ol' Albert hath not a clue.  But supposed to be the Bible in Freemasonry.  I wouldn't know that to be true because I am not a 'mason; and if I were I really don't think my fellow brothers would appreciate myself writing about this; hence the quandary.  But I guess there is no quandary because I am making statements about the writing contained within the book of lectures/essays compiled by Pike.

And you might be asking yourself, "Why the fuck you readin somethin like that with your Black ass?"  Well, you have to be armed with the truth no matter the circumstance or subject.  Fact checking.  Digressing...

All I got out of  "Morals and Dogma..."  is an understanding and an excuse:  for a group of people to be convinced, after reading texts, to treat the rest of the people differently because, "...after-all, we are the chosen few."  And, of course, the chosen few being: white Freemason males only; but... in an eloquent and loquacious manner.

Purple-Deal-Pickle Eater's Revolution... (The Symbol) 21-04-2016

“I’ll show you around.  A lot of the people here, I’m sure, you will already be familiar with.  So, don’t ever feel like you’re alone.  Like you, me and everyone you meet hereafter: we live, and we will live, in the new world which we all have envisioned,”  he said.  “Let me take you for a little tour into Genesis.”

I’ve always been skeptical about any and everything.  Even with my own existence, I question.  And this?  

Shit, skeptics, like I, would never believe what I was witnessing in a millennia.  But here I was a witness, far from the Jehovah type which I had physically…mentally…passed into…what-the-fuck-was-this? 

They said, in the transition room, “Mr. Nelson would you please pay attention to the monitor in front of you.”  I did as I was instructed. 

And shit.  There!... my image was; a male voice-over, saying that I had died…

From a fuckin overdose?  

Yeah, I partied, but everyone knows, I don’t fuck with drugs!  Don’t they?  Didn’t they?

 

I gave a drug dealer forty-kay every six months for…Dilaudid, synthetic heroin pills…and Oxy…?”

Come the fuck on!  

Really?  

They believing that shit?...

 

So I turned to the two burly gentleman, dressed very gentlemanly I may add, and before I could get a word out of my mouth they both, imperceptibly nodded; suggesting, “We told you what  the deal was when you agreed to the deal.”

What a purple-pickle, indeed…

If Only For Today! (BBP) 2017

Today…is today. 

Yes-sir and yes-miss; 

And I am so glad that this day is named “Today!” 

Because that means, I’m alive Sunshine!

 

Today!

Hillary Clinton, The Next President Of The United States (Elaine Hopson II/ Deuce) April 2016

One has to look at, if one wants to discern at least the most minute part of what is transpiring in this world,  paranoia.  One has to be paranoid.  Oh, not paranoid in the psychosis realm, this is where one must digress from what is suggested by the masses to be a mental disfigurement.  What one will find constantly in this social beast we call, life, is the fact when one finds a discernible way to find truth; society, will find a way to disparage said truth seeker.

How does society exactly do that?  You may ask.  Well, I don't know how to put it except, in the raw...most of society are idiots.  There, I said it.   Society, disproportionately does not have a clue of what is transpiring right in front of their given eyes, and it is their for them to witness; yet, they look away and stay ignorant.  Why would society look away from what most want: the truth?  You may ask again.  Well, not only is most of society filled with idiots; moreover society is replete with liars.  What one professes to the whole doth not mean said profession is the truth.  No, on the contrary; individuals in society say most of what they say to coincide with their fellow cohorts, to fit in so as not to be judged.

Let me give you a wee bit of an example.  We have had elections for president at least every four to eight years since 1789; yet, we still believe the POTUS is  elected fairly.  The POTUS has never been elected by popular votes by the populous of which the president is elected.   All the presidents in our history have been selected by a very chosen few, not by the populous vote.

Which brings us to the here and now.  Donald Trump was hand picked to be the Republican front runner.  Hillary Clinton has been hand picked to be the Democratic nominee.  And you know who will win?

Hillary Clinton.  And  make no mistake about that.

Well, how do you know that for certain my dear friend?  Well...because of what I have stated previously, one has to be paranoid to see what has gone on in the past, paranoid to see what is going on in the present and paranoid to see what is going to come in our future.

So, when I see/witness that Hillary Diane  Rodham Clinton is mentored by, one of the Committee of 300 members, former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger.  The next POTUS has already been selected and Donald Trump is just a diversion.

...(to be continued)

The Proper Culinary Technique? (Twenty Years Old, Eugene Cook, Second Year Trade School Student of The Chef's Academy, Indianapolis-Indiana) 2015

I just can’t watch the shit.  I don’t know why?  Sunny Anderson, Gordon Ramsay, Heston Blumenthal…and all the rest of the chefs that are ‘Lefties;’ I just can’t watch the shit.  

Like when I watch Sunny’s shows: she’s attractive; very easy to look at; beautiful smile; knows her shit and speaks well.  But I can’t fuckin do it!  God damn! She starts stirring something and I want to holler at her to, “Stop!...” even though, I know good and goddamned well, she can’t hear my Righty’ black ass, “…Chil, you’re goin to burn yourself bad, the way that you’re stirrin that mixture on that stove!,” or, “…Sistah, you’re bout ready to cut one of those right fingers the fuck off!”  But she never does burn herself or severely cut herself, the few times I have watched her; because again, I can’t take too much of that opposite shit.  

Can’t even begin to imagine the shit the ‘Lefties’ constantly are seeing?  Everything opposite, full time…   Ohhh!  Shit!

Isn’t that horrible of me?  With my intolerant ass?  Damn!...

But fuck it!  Cut and stir-the-fuck- right you left handed chef mothah fuckahs!  

La Voix De La Raison (Vingt-six ans, Femelle, Disc Jockey, Martinique-France Ex-Pat, Indianapolis-Indiana Resident, Joi-De-V) 2017

Come down! 

Come down?

Coooommmme…doooowwwnn…now!

The Fuck for?

Because you’re getting way too high.

Ain’t that the fuckin point?

No, because you need to stay in this atmosphere...

And on this beautiful earth.

One and Done! (Fifty Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) 2016

I’m going down.  Where?  I do not know.  But I am.  It’ s so much easier to sink into the filthy ocean, or crumble to the dirty ground than to fly over this piss ass ocean and fly over this shit infused earth;  just so much easier. Because to show the truth, and to learn that same truth, is hard; and it also hurts like shit, oft times.  Nothing comes overnight.  Nothing. 

Since there is always doubt in this fallible mind of mine; hence there is always failures to the things that should not fail.  But like anything else, faith takes exercise to strengthen.  And with that exercise of that faith one, like I , can look forward to the many hours, days, years and sometimes lifetime of training faith into my soul which leads to many epic failures and epic disappointments.  And faith is not quite there yet because of sloth.  But sloth too is commonplace within my world named: Meredith Singleton Hopson; population: one.

And every person has their own given world which they control…yes, being their given perspective God in their body of an universe; which every truth springs forth from, begins.  Genesis to Revelations; birth to death;…What saith thee?  Is the only question and whatever one answers is “The Truth” in their given perspective, in their given universe which that kingdom one rules spawns one destiny or fate.  

Whatever is clever.    

Four Syllable and Four Letter Words Are Synonymous (Deuce) 2018

They were giving a quasi-gifted individual anything that they wanted.  They knew it was all coming to an end.  You want twenty million dollars to be a Disc Jockey?  Just to spin records for the masses?  Fine.

Millions to be a preacher? Okee-dokee.

An Internet Founder?  Most definitely.  No problem...

Money, they knew, was about ready to take a dreaded deep fuckin plunge. Paper money was about ready to be extinct; was not going to have any value whatsoever.

But we, the populous, didn't realize it; not until, it was too late.

But that was the way that they always have wanted it.  Normality was equal to problems.  If we knew that there were problems, there would be problems and the 'select few' didn't want our kind of problems.  Quite the contrary; they have always been a lazy bunch.

Democracy was nothing but a four syllable pronunciation that didn't mean a damn fuckin thang.

(...to be continued.)

This Colorful Life (Elaine Hopson II/ Deuce) 2016

Kaleidoscopic hues confuse the refuse of our troubled minds replete with sinful fines.  Binds give signs. The shackles freckled, bespectacled; heckled by the four feet animals amid the human cannibals. 

We’re no different in this inference, giving preference to evil, to sin.

 

But I will win, ascend to another level with my soul intact; enact another causative effect; circumspect the dialect and intellect to these pseudo-fortune tellers, dwellers of such a negative aspect; never to dissect the core.

Whah? Muh Fuckah? (Fifty Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) 2016

"Have you ever seen 'Leap Of Faith' with Steve Martin?" I asked my wife.

"No," she simply responded.

"You should watch it.  I think you'd like it.  You're real spiritual, unlike myself, and it has that spiritual vibe happenin,"  I said.

"The hell that mean?  You're real spiritual too.  That's one of the reasons I married yo Black ass. Like a mothah fuckah some unicorn or some shit," she said giggling.

"Nooo!  I'm sorry tah tell yah Sunshine, I can't even profess tah that shit.  I'm not spiritual at-tall!  I'm just a mothah fuckah just tryin tah figah some shit out,"  I said.

She just bust out laughing.

And a funny thing happened...I started laughing too.

Asbestos: A Stone Cold Killer (Roman Messenger) Circa 800 AD

"Just in time," the King, Charles The Great, said to me in his High Germanic tongue.  I did not say another word.  You never do after a King has spoken; one, such as I, understands if one wants to live.  One only speaks when the King tells one; I had already been introduced and I had just began to speak when his Majesty severed my message for a time.

The room was filled with people save for a roaring fire burning, in the middle of the room, in a circular fire pit made with stone maybe a half of a fathom high.  Next to this pit stood a lonely servant with a nine pied by nine pied rug laid out in front of the servant.

"Continue,"  the King began, "pick the rug up and throw it into the fire."  The servant picked the rug up and threw the rug unto the fire.  After  a short time the King commanded, "Now take it off!"  The servant had taken his two hands, unprotected, and quickly grasped and laid the rug onto the floor which it was before.  The rug unharmed by the fire.  The crowd cheered in astonishment.

"Amiantos,"  I said, letting the word slip out of my mouth.  I being in amazement.  I had heard of such cloth but, like most others, did not believe of its existence.  What cloth could possibly withstand fire?

The King looked at me and laughed heartily,"Yes!  Amiantos!  Asbest!  The King of Persia sent it to me.  Marvelous!  Now, you,"  the King speaking to the servant who had put on and taken off the unscorched rug, "lie down on the rug.  And the two of you," he pointed to two other servants close to his sides, "roll him up in the rug and throw it upon the fire!"

Each servant did as they were told.  The rug went upon the fire.  Horrible screaming and the smell of burnt flesh entered the room.  "Take it off the fire and unroll the rug,"  the King said to the two servants.

The two servants took the rug off of the fire and unrolled the rug.  The servant within the the rug was writhing in pain blackened and mahogany in color.  Most of the crowd in the room had put one or both hands up to their noses with a most distasteful look on their given faces.  I turned to the King quickly waiting for his command so I would be able to speak, give my message and return home.

"Take him away," the King with disappointment in his voice said to the two not charred servants.  The King watched them as the servants gathered up their cohort.

"Curious," The King said offhandedly.

WOTUS, CWA and FEMA Camps, Oh My! (Forty-Three Years Old, Jeffery Weyland) 2018

They started talking about human rights and taking guns off of the streets.  People didn't fall for that.

 So, they forced peoples' hands by taking those same rights of humans away and since we would not willingly give up our arms they did something about that too.  They contaminated our waters and started taking our land away from us; moving us all closer together so that they may control us better.

We didn't see what was happening.  This is and was, "The Land of The Free!"

We were so ignorant.  Before we could react with dissent, they were way out in front of us with their plans, herding all of us like cattle into the awaiting boxcars.  Treblinka and Auschwitz raced through my mind just before those steel doors slammed shut.