Fuck Your "Fiscal Cliffs"! Do Your Goddamned Job That You Are Sadly Paid For! (White Male, Thirty Years Old, Marsh Super Market Employee) 2012

None of this life matters if you really look at it.  Think about it.  It is about as fleeting and vagarious as the wind.  But for some reason we believe!  And in what?  An empty promise of a fulfilling life?  Everyone knows contracts, truths, guarantees...can be preempted at any time.  It's just a matter of, what is next?  And, now that we are at the segue, what is next?  If you don't know, then you are entering in a badass contract.  No entity gives you a reprieve for today.  No.  No.  No!  Tomorrow is the only thing that matters in this, "What have you done for me lately," society which we are dreadfully apart of and in.  And, what is next?  Who the fuck cares!  As long as me and mine can continue to subsist and exist.  Point blank!  I don't want to hear about "Fiscal Cliffs"  and shit like that!  I've paid my taxes Mothah fuckahs!  Keep the shit movin!  The f uck? 

I've got two kids and child support!  And if Daddy don't pay his child support, my ass goes to jail!  Do you rich politicians understand?  You overpaid blow-fuckin-hards!

Sleep Apnea (Aaron Thompson) 2010

You told me you would be there during the day...and during the night.  A comely sight.  But the plight which I have to traverse is worse than anything you could possibly imagine.  Places and times to begin.  A thin win.  Paper sin.  Plotting and pointing the pen.  When will I ever win?  I sent the solace of holiness to hopelessness.  I dread the bread and the wine I used to think was so fine to dine on Our God's flesh.  It was all just a failed test from whence before.  I sleep when I snore.  Then I awake for my daughter's sake.  But thankfully, one fateful day, I will sleep no more. 

Let The Music Play? (Anonymous) 2014

Everything is about hues.  Tones.  As in music, the music goes where the music is intended to take Me.  I can’t do anything about it at that point.  Cut!  It’s a wrap!  The music has already been planned, arranged….now is playing.  And there are only three choices  at my behest:  Turn the music up, turn the music down or, blessedly, turn the shit off.

The Gas Pill (Forty-Five Years Old, French-American, Black Chemist And Inventor, Paul Derriere) 2019

I created it way back in 2000.  I was scoffed at.  I went to all the big names: Renuzit; Glade; Lysol...they all sent me on my way.  Then I went to a Proctologist, a doctor.  And everything changed in a magnificent way.  A glorious way.  Oh, sure the person taking such a "vitamin" daily would get complications in about twenty years subsequently.  But that wasn't a problem because by that time the profits would be set in stone.  I would be rich and so would be too the investors and fuck the bullshit.

I invented all types of scents: Blueberry, Violet, Strawberry-Banana, Linen...an endless amount of scents.  Shit, just use your imagination and along with the formula: instant good smelling shit and farts.  And in 2016 it was all the rage. 

But nature is a mothah fucker.  It is what it is.  And by the time the populous at large understood three years later that it would fuck up their given G.I. tract, in a bad mothah fuckin way, everybody was getting rich, bitch!  And fuck your personal health.  Good Lord!

I didn't realize it.  I really didn't.  Please believe me!  But a human being has to understand the simple fact that, "There's always a price to pay when you think your farts and, especially, your shit don't stink!"

Comment dit-on en francais?  Merde est suppose mauvais odeur et merde!

Darland Albert Hopson, Passed Away Monday, November 12, 2012 (Broke Black Prophet) November 13, 2012

It was 70 degrees the day before he died.  Quite befitting.   He was always a warm and caring person.  Then the day of his death it was 35 degrees in this midwestern intemperate climate.   But that's the way life has always been.  Hot or cold, not lukewarm.  My Brother was a kind man; a gentle man; a good man.  We will miss him so.  Stoic.  A dependable human being.  When he said he was going to be at your destination at a certain time it was going to happen.  There has been so many times he has never disappointed any of his siblings.  And what can I or anyone say about that fleeting characteristic in a human being?   Many will miss Brother Al.  I will miss him so.  So let it be written, so let it be said.  He walked the walk and talked the talk.  No in betweens.

It was cold when he crossed over into another life.  It is hard to imagine him the way that he was before he died: feeble, weak, vulnerable...a human being.  I will always see my Brother Al as something other than what I just described.  He was a hu-man, in every sense of the word!  And that's all I have to say about this Beautiful human being who passed over into another life which I must too some fateful day.

His memory will always be frozen in whomever's psyche, especially mine, who was fortunate enough to cross his warm enlightening path of this oft times severely cold and dreadful life. 

"Heerrre's Romney!" (Broke Black Prophet's Conversation With Friend, Dana Henry, And Dana Informing Him On Why He Was At The Indianapolis International Airport Going To Fiji.) November 7, 2012

I saw it.  You saw it Hop.  I was all packed up and ready to go, literally.  But I was smoking my last cigarette at the time as he was giving his acceptance speech.  And he had the nerve to make a statement about what his thirteen years old grandson said was so funny, mocking his grandson’s young voice, but when he said the statement it was evil,

“Yeah my grandson and I were talking.  And he is so intelligent but sometimes he gets goofy, you know how kids are.  Well he says to me, ‘Paw-paw!  When you win the election, you need to do like that man did in that Stephen King movie, The Shining, Get in front of the mic with everyone watching the New President Of The United States, Paw-Paw Romney!’   And in front of everyone say, like Jack Nicholson said in the movie, “Heeerrree’s Romney’,”  Oh I laughed about that.  So this is for my grandson 'Heeerrree’s Romney!'"

And with that, I ground out my cigarette.  I put on my jacket.  Picked up my suitcases.  And proceeded to get my Black ass out of this fucking United States of America!

"But he didn't win D," I said.

"Hop!  Rich people, since the beginning of time have won!  And just because Obama won doesn't mean a Goddamned thang!"  He vehemently said.  I didn't say anything.

"Yeah!  That's what I thought!  Truly come visit me in Fiji.  'Kay Hop?  I'll hollah!"  He said and disconnected.

Yo Mothah Fuckin Decision (Black Male, Newly Married) 2013

Marriage ain't easy.  I don't give a fuck what anybody tells yo ass!  Sheeit!  Hard as fuck!  Yah heard may?  It is what it is.  But, that's the nicety of the shit.  Yo ass gostah deal with the shit.  You!  No one else!  Yo ass decided to marry that mothah fuckah.  No one else.  You!  You understand?   I hope you do.  Like Tim Gunn says, on Project Runway: "Make it work," mothah fuckah!  Yah feel may? 

Soon Enough (Vietnam Veteran, Agent Orange Victim, Albert Darland Hopson) 2012

I'll be gone soon.  Oh, no need for luggage.  I won't be returning.  Gonnah make a new start.  Smell the air of a different environment, finally.  I can't wait.  Cause I'll be gone soon. Thank the Lord!

Hope For The Future (Thirty Years Old, Social Worker) 2001

I wish I had some panacea to wish this life away.  I wish I had some type of saying that would make people believe that everything will be all right.  I wish I had a long life to live to keep imposing on the youth and subsequent adults so that I can make them understand, "Everything is going to be just fine, Sunshine!"  ...Oh, I wish I had that much faith!  But I would be telling those same youths, a mother fucking lie!

Time To Pay For This Long Vacation (Sixty-Five Years Old, Theological Satirist) March, 2020

Things will change most assuredly, in a horrible way.  That’s what happens in the scope of time, change always happens.  However minute.  Time and time again in Our God given life, we have seen the smallest things are the most crucial ones that cause said changes.  Why?   You may be asking yourself.  But it is simple really.  The human animal is superficial and We can see those things that are ocular.  But its always those little infinitesimal things that gets Us caught up because we have been conditioned to see what we can see.  Not delving deep to look beyond and see what we can’t.  Too much work I suppose for all of Us.   And I guess too in this Eden that was set up for Us to take care of and to labor…we are just tired of fucking working.  You see, when one stays in a place for too long, oft times one forgets why they are in that given place to begin with.

Ring Damnit! (Fifty-Five Years Old, Attorney At Law) 2014

People don't like the true picture.  What you see, is what you get.  No!  No! No!  Not with me Boo-Boo!  Hell-to-the-naw!  I'm fifty-five years old and haven't ever seen times like this.  Hiding.  That's what I'm doing.  Shit!  Times are hard!  And I know that they are, but goddamn!  I'm embarassed.  I'm even using coupons at various fast food restaurants, for heaven's sake!  You tellin me people have stopped suing one another?  That Pro Se is the way?  I sit in my office waiting for the phone to ring.  Often times too damn long.  But what else am I supposed to do?  I had to lay off my legal assistant because all of the sudden people seemed to not need a good attorney any longer.  And I'll be damned if I take these cases for less than what I am worth.  Damn that!  My counterparts are doing it because it is better than being idle.  But idle I must be!  I'm not going to water down what I bring to the table and moreover my profession that I love and hope that I will be able to continue.  But shit!  Clients are making less also.  A vicious sorry ass cycle!  In a bad mothah fuckin way!  The fuck!?

Time Will Ultimately Tell (White Female, Thirty-Four Years Old, Daily Weed Smoker) 2015

It only last a little while. The things that you have. And they were about to lasts a lot less. That's the way it is. C'est tout! But the funny thing about it is that everything is about structure, meaning and time,  all three of those things were getting hazy. All murky into one or this other but then again everything takes time. Time, that used to be in abundance, that now is again. Shit! The way things are going it will never be enough time to right the wrongs but it has been more than enough time to wrong the rights. There's more hours in a day like today. But I guess one can say that about yesterday. Nothing ever stays the same. And why don't they?  But shit is getting fucked up! And it's about time!

Just Nasty (Eighty-Eight Years Old, Black Female, Divorcee, Died At Ninety Years Of Age, 2012) 2010

Whah?  Suck Whah?  She remembered it like it was yesterday.  But it was way back in 1942.  Suck my dick!  Whah?  You nasty sonofabitch!  No!  I will never suck your so called "dick"!  What is wrong with you?  Only whores would do that!  I'm your wife Jarvis?!  Then he had the nerves to say, "That's right Mabel, so you shouldn't have no reason not to suck my dick!"  The nerve!  I'm a Christian woman, born and raised.  I loved that man more than words could ever express.  But, I left his Black ass and never re-married.      Or had sex again.  Or had to, as he told me, put up with, sucking a man's dick!  A shame before God!

Heaven Is Dead In My Future (Suicidal, Twenty-Eight Years Old, Laid Off Pharmaceutical Line Employee) 2011

I've made so many promises that I've failed to keep;
Said many of prayers but all I do is weep;
But a brighter day is to come when I finally go to sleep.

Get Ready Cause Here It Comes (Thirty-Nine Years Old, Black Male) 2016

You get lost for a time, if you’re lucky.  If you’re not so lucky, you’re lost for a lifetime.  I was one of the lucky ones.  I started seeing what life was and what life was eventually going to be.  I stopped focusing on what is because all was lost.  It was time enough to start preparing for what was revealed to me in my waking sleep and I started slowly awakening.  I was lost in the time of the walking wounded and the walking dead.  And the scary part about it was, I started noticing I was one of the very few starting to wake up. 

Guinness Foreign Extra ( Beer Blogger, username: lovethatdarkthickbodiedstuff) 2012

I have found my perfect mate...for life!

Mother Earth Will Always Have Her Say (Average Midwest Citizen) 2018

It's starting to get crowded here.  But where else are you going to go?  People want what they want.  Two, three, four...twenty children and they are witnessing the same thing as all of the rest of US.  This is my production.  My life.  My world.  Don't you see?  This is the future I foresee and I give a damn about the world around me!  Yes, things are getting bad.  Very much so.  But we don't care.  Haven't for a very long time to say the least.  We are hopeless.  And we will forever be...until...

We Ain't Seen Nothin Yet (Video Archive, From New America Library Northeast Territory, Bi-Centennial Recording, Broke Black Prophet, Pre-Fall-Out, 2013) 0313

I Wish I Were Two Again (Black Stoner) 1982

I snap the cap. Pour the libation from frustration down my throat; not taking a breath until the river runs dry. Crunch the can; making an aluminum boat. I pull another. The snap happens again. I won't get there, until I reach ten; then properly high.

Thy Chaldea Arise (Twenty-Eight Years Old, Chaldean American) January 1, 2020

I had done most of my undergraduate studies at the University of Wyoming. Most people, my friends included, had a look of disgust on their given faces when I had informed them of where I was studying abroad. It was ingenious really. My Imam, who was paying for my education in this United Hates of America, a title my Imam had given it. He thought it was quite amusing, “In time. You insolently bastards. In time! And Yosef after it is all said and done, you will be known throughout Our next history. And those scum of Our God’s and peoples land will be no more!” He would say to me often. I knew my destiny with my God given first thoughts. A path of absolution. A path of destruction and righteousness. A path, “Where a very few men have gone before.” I was a surveyor. Now, in my second year of graduate studies at the U of Wy and the third year would be spectacular. December 6, 2020 would be when one of Our Chaldean nuclear bombs would reach the United Hates of America, destination: to one of the biggest calderas in the world, Yellowstone National Park. And Our Chaldean Tribe will be once more supreme. And the dregs of this Eden will be once again purged!

Bobeeny (Aaron Thompson, Amid A Two Years Old Custody Case In Johnson County Indiana) 2010

She was there before his own daughter. What was he supposed to do? He loved her liked his own. That’s just the way it was and is. On visitation he would look at her and say to himself, “Come on, roady! This is how we have always road out!” Wanting to be with his Blood Child as well as she. But he couldn’t do that. She had a Father and he had to respect that. What kind of Father would he be to his own if not understanding that simple fact? When he was living with her mother, the mother of his child, he couldn’t pull trump. Hell, no! So the way he treated his daughter he had to treat her too. When he would go some place with his daughter he would ask her, “You rollin with us Bobeeny?” And most of the time she would say, “Yes!” But now things were quite different. Undesirably so. But they were. There was another parent, Father, involved and he damned well needed to understand that. He loved her. Loved her like she was his own but that was not his responsibilities. He had one child with her Mother which he was trying his best to stay close to but was failing miserably based on some judicial, Johnson County, racial bullshit and her mother trying her best to make him fail as a parent. But he missed and loved her all the same. Like he does often times with his own. Life was a stone cold bitch. He knew that to be certain. He remembered when he first met her, a wild child. Running here and there, couldn’t stand still to save her life. And the only thing he could think was, “I can help her.” She just needed someone to pay her some attention, to make her understand, “I see you! Do you understand?! And that is not acceptable behavior!” And to keep reinforcing that. That’s all. He remembered when his blood daughter and she would be in a room playing and he would check on them every twenty minutes or so. And she had asked him, “Why do you keep checking on us?” And he had said to her simply, “Because you are children.” She never asked him that again. His Mother used to say, “You check on children often when they are noisy. But you check on them two times as much when they are quite.” Damn right bout that. One had to remember whence one was a child. No supervision means no accountability which leads to fuck ups, sometimes in a detrimental way. Because yo lil ass is still learning this fucked up life. And a responsible, caring adult needs to be there to guide you and tell you, “Now, you are fuckin up! Don’t do that again!” In so many words. He knew her plight from his own childhood. Felt her shit and sympathized with her. Being the last of twelve, eleven boys and one girl. He felt invisible most of the time. No one paid him any attention. And when they did he didn’t know how to act: What in the world are they paying attention to me for? Why are they talking to me? What are they saying? Leave me alone! No, I really don’t want to be alone. I always feel alone. And I don’t like it. I feel loved and lost at the same time…He had always hated life for that confusing fucked up time. He had always believed that his Father and Mother were good parents but now with him being older and with his own , one and only, child he started understanding, “How good of parents can people be with twelve offspring running around the fucking place?” Nobody needs twelve children unless they are running a big ass farm or some shit. He had his hands full of rearing one. The fuck?! Complexities. Life is. And he surmised…it will always be. But there was still time for simplification…and, Our Blessed God, atonement.

The True Fuckin Picture (Broke Black Prophet, Near Salvation) 2013

Welcome to the world which we breath and live in. Not a pleasant sight, is it? Oh, your eyes are open aren't they? Now? You don't like what you see? Oh, let me focus your lenses for you a wee lil bit. Damn! Can't do that. I'm sorry. You all right? Give it a lil time. It will be all right. No? The fuck? Oft times the aperture is all fucked up! Can you see now? Good! Fucked up? Oh, now yo ass is seein just fuckin fine!

The Same Old Song, Just A Different Mothah Fuckin Tune (Black Stoner) 1982

Feast your eyes on the demise of this insanity of inhumanity. Calamity of absurdity progressively getting more dirty as the time winds down. A frown is the clowns' perpetual lineament. Spent a lifelong depressive song to drown out the cries to nothingness. Bless no more the children being boiled in the cauldron of life's despair; unaware as their souls begin to exanguinate, to alienate itself from the whole.