Yah wannah be at one in this universe?!
Shiiiought!
I'm still swayin!
Believin!
And
Hopin!
Just look at my ol sorry
Black ass hips
Just swayin!...
(Peace! More to come...)
December 06, 2020: The Bottleneck Effect Begins While This Entire World Ends.
Yah wannah be at one in this universe?!
Shiiiought!
I'm still swayin!
Believin!
And
Hopin!
Just look at my ol sorry
Black ass hips
Just swayin!...
(Peace! More to come...)
What the mothah fuckhahs have?
Three instruments?
But only three instruments!?
Yo head be bobbin like a muh fuckah!...
(Peace! More to come...)
"...But I be God damned! Standing at my door! Stayed up in the city
Til the stars lost the war..."
My Niggahs and Nigresses!
That's some playah shit there!
Quite playah shit!
Shiiiought!
"...Maybe we can share my mood! Ooooh! Ooooh! Uhm!..."...
(Peace! More to come...)
The only concert I would pay tah fucking see!
Them muh fuckahs be jammin!
Shiiiought!
I'd pay just tah see Flea live!
He be beatin that bass up propah!
That's a crazy muh fuckah!
But I like 'im!...
Anyway!
If I was intah crowds!
Sheeeiiit!
But I ain't!...
(Peace! More to come...)
Like my wife says all the God damned time:
"Yah like whatcha like!"...
(Peace! More to come...)
Fuck that mothah fuckah!
Yah fucked up!
Yah been slippin with yo sorry asses!
You's ah harlot!
You's ah prostitute!
In niggerisms:
"You's Ah fuckin ho!"
Yo shit ain't got shit tah do with
US!
Get the fuck off thah stroll
Bitch!
With yo triflin ass!...
(Peace! More to come...)
Mothah fuckahs this shit's gonnah end Sonshines!
And muh fuckahs worried and shit!
I mean I don't know no muh fuckah wannah painful drawn out loathsome
Death!
Shiiiought!
Unless yo sorry ass is a masochists!
If that's the case?
Go head with yo Bad Fuckin Ass!
But I say!
Fuck that noise!
We can't even come close tah how we imagine tah leave this shit?!
And what the real mothah fuckin real shit gonna be fo yo
Ol Black sorry broke ass
When the shit goes down!
Oh, Niggahs and Nigresses!
But the real fuckin ShIt's gonnah go down!
Guaran-Father-teed!...
(Peace! More to come...)
Read!
Research!
Yo damn Black broke sorry ass selves!
God!
Damn!
We ain't even gonna get on quotes and Biblical scriptures and shit!
Fuck naw!
Read and research it for your fuckin selves!
Othah than that,
You know where you've heard it from...!...
(Peace! More to come...)
The real fuckin shit about this bullshit is not the fact they been lyin like a muh fuckah all these fuckin yeahs of yo sorry ass life!
Fuck no!
The real fuckin shit about this bullshit is that
You have to wipe all that fuckin bullshit,
As clean as yo ass can of course!
Fuck it! We talkin bout fifty-six cumulative yeahs of the shit!
And start your own fuckin Black broke sorry ass Truth
Journey!
With yo fifty-six yeahs ol Black broke sorry ass self!
And time ain't ohn yo muh fuckin side at the fuck all!...
(Peace! More to come....)
"Bon Jour?"
"Bon Jour! Cava?"
"Oui, cava et vous?"...
I'm glad tah tell yah French sorry asses!
We ain't got time fo formalities up in this US!
We just say:
" 'sup?!
My niggah!?"...
(Peace! More to come...)
I don't watch too many newah movies!
Shit get on my nerves!
Then gots thah nerves with the caveat;
"Strobing effects may be harmful for some."
Yah think!
CGI tearin that ass up!
Anyway...
Yah evah seen some shit called:
"The Belko Experiment"?
Interesting shit!
Love that kindah shit fo some reason!
It's causatively speaking
To our given real environments!
"You go along with some fucked up rules in some fucked up environment...thoughtfully...willfully!..."
Now yo sorry broke asses
Always bein watched!
And
Always bein judged!...
(Peace! More to come...)
Let me tell yah somethin Sonshines!
First of all!
Chris Rock's birth name is Christopher Rock!
Get it?!
Christ got slapped!
That's some Hollywood bullshit fo yo muh fuckin ass!
If yah even thinkin bout doin that stupid ass shit tah any othah human?
Even with ah sorry ass narrative behind it!
And Not in the entertainment industry!?
My Black broke sorry ass suggestion?!
Sonshines!
Fuckin don't!
In real life yo ass gonnah be eithah pummeled?!
Or fuckin dead!
Subsequently....
(Peace! More to come...)
Ain't that what they did with the Nazi-Scientists in "Horrible" Germany aftah World War II?!
The same mothah fuckin scholars welcomed tah this shit back in the day,
And
(Operation Paperclip et al.,1945) were
Spawned!?...
(Peace! More to come...)
When you accentuate that ass!?
Yah wannah be fucked in that ass!
When you accentuate those titties!?
Yah wannah be fucked in between those titties!...
But when yo sorry tired ass tryin tah be just ah regulah mothah fuckin woman?!
Shiiiought!
Er'body up in this bitch!
Tryin tah fuck yah!
Howevah they fuckin
Can!...
(Peace! More to come...)
You start diggin, well shit,
Fuck yeah!
You gonnah get soiled!
It's the nature of truth!
The truth isn't pretty at the fuck at all!
Fuckin ugly as fuckin sin!
But we decided tah make it that way!
It'll soon be purified!...
Anyway,
Came about this "Black Eyed Babies" Syndrome!
Thee Holy fuck!
If human pupils,
with dilation properties, with the help from the iris of course,
Have the capabilities of constricting and dilating
Given thah light source,
Or perceived
Non-light source...
Where are those Black Eyed babies souls at then?!
And how...?
The fuck!
Thee Holy fuck
Dark!
Are these mothah fuckahs
Preparin this shit tah
Become?!...
(Peace! More to come...)
I remembah My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs,
Lookin at a documentary about Crispus Attucks High School, durin the time of 'The Indiana High School Basketball Championship' years. Ray Crowe said some shit that fucked me up...shit I'm old but maybe I'm paraphrasin, but when you witness the shit, you'll know what I'm referrin too!
He said some shit like, "...A cruel social experiment." Talkin bout how the shit went down. I had tah rewind, cause I DVR'd it, some "PBS" shit! And the same thing came out of the mothah fuckah's excerpt!?
And this muh fuckah was relevant back in the 50's!
Do some diggin!
I got knew/new respect fo that Prophesied
Brothah!
Go!
Tigers!
Ah fuckin successful niggah!
In Indiana?!
Durin the 50's?!
Durin "David Curtis Stephenson" 's reign in this state?!
Shiiiought!
Uhm!
And yah don't hear shit bout 'im!?...
(Peace! More to come...)
There's only one Time!
And yo Black sorry broke ass souls' 'll know!
When that Time!
The fuck!
Is!...
(Peace! More to come...)
After two years it was hard for him to get out of bed. Let a lone and go to work. Always looking at his digital dimmed red numbers on his alarm clock, located six feet away so he would have to get up to at least turn the alarm clock off when it activated. Telling him, "Time for another day!" But at least he awakened, however useful that was to his life at the present time.
The clock read 4:10am. In fifty more minutes he would have to turn it off and, yes, start another day.
Why? Like the umpteenth time he thought to himself over the past two years. He thought often about the people that worked for twenty or more years at their perspective workplaces. Doing the same routine and job, over and over for at the bare minimum, 260 days out of a work year. Having 104 days left for you solely, if you are not married, if you are not going with someone or you have no children. Which meant, everyone, including himself, worked two-thirds of their days life away, until 'Retirement.' Whatever that meant in today's mindsets? And based on "Philip K. Dicks, Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep" 'Retirement' wasn't a good thing. Quite the contrary. Retirement meant being put to death....
He looked at the embers again, 4:22am.
The last two years had beat him down. He had rashes on his torso, he attributed to having to wear the mask two-thirds of his life for the past over 666 days. Now they were talking about a new variant! And he knew, when they decided to enact another shutdown. The next one would be way worse than the last time.
He was tired of their bullshit!
A glance, 4:32am...
(Peace! More to come...)
You wannah trip yo ass out with some knowledge?!
That mothah fuckah will have yo ol Black sorry broke ass fuckin
Noodlin and researchin yo muh fuckin ass off!
He's interestin as fuck!
That mothah fuckah done took some
Good-Good!...
(Peace! More to come...
Mothah fuckahs kill my broke Black sorry ass!
I know! Y'all sayin tah your damn selves,
"Here this niggah goes again!?"
Damn straight!
And here...this niggah goes...again!
Sittin in the "Scorners' seat" and shit!
Talkin bout these muh fuckahs doin some shit they don't fuckin agree with!
Bleachin skin, pumpin fat and/or silicone or both intah their perspective ass cheeks, payin fo mo titties, insertin polymers for muscles without the workouts, gettin nose jobs, promotin ah prurient environment, gettin penis enlargements...
What chou gonnah do?
Kill'em?
Censor 'em?
Talk tah 'em?!...
Thee Holy fuck!
Shiiiought!
Good luck with that shit!
We can go on and on bout that bullshit ad nauseum!
But that ain't got shit tah do bout Our tryin tah be righteous asses!
"Well what about Our children?! They don't need to be exposed to that stuff!"
You are fucking correct!
And what pre-tell yo sorry asses gonnah do about protectin
Yours?...
My Lil ol Black broke sorry ass Suggestion?!
Then, Turn!
The shit!
THE FUCK OFF!
Our fuckin sorry ass souls need a fuckin
Black mirror!
Forevah!
Well... at the very least
Until
The age of
Majority!....
(Peace! More to come...)
This shit's for fuckin pedestrians!
US!
Of course they gonnah show Our asses some shit!
And yo sorry Black broke asses honestly think:
"This is the latest cutting edged technology in human body modification?!"
Shiiiought!
I'm ah grown ol Black broke ass sorry muh fuckah!
With a maximum lifespan of maybe fourteen more yeahs!
Quit fuckin playin!
The fuck kinda fucked up shit yall really got up in that muh fuckah?!
Believe you me!
I can fuckin handle it!...
(Peace! More to come...)
Take the time to try to find the truthful element
In this beautiful
Firmament!
An asp is causing ill will to
Kill!
We've been warned long enough!
Time tah start educatin,
Imbue intah the ungrateful bein,
Which We are,
The ill sorry ass othah fuckin stuff!...
(Peace! More to come...)
And for some reason he didn't feel any pressure. She had a look that said to him, 'We're friends.' He turned to her. Said directly into her beautiful being,
"No Sonshine! This seat has been saved by myself....for you only!" She smiled the most beatific smile! While still looking into his eyes, and said simply, "Thank you!"
And slipped easily into her awaiting preciously kept throne unbeknownst to himself of course....
(Peace! More to come...)