Monday, December 22, 2014

Nigeria monologues: Goskolo for ancestors


Bless me father for I have sinned it's been a life time since my last confession. but I like to believe that in a life before this I must have confessed all the rights that I did. It is true that in a time before the rise of the seven sisters, I could have lined up to be the very Mr. But Lets not talk about the progress and the bliss that could have been and remained focused while I talk about my sins. although what is now is a function of what wasn't then but I am glad that I finally seek absolution. Perhaps 10 hail Marys and 20 our fathers and I will leave here to sin no more?

It was the closing of the millennium and a new day had dawned, the hope of an entire nation had finally risen. A well known milksop with an ear that couldn't listen was installed as he got out of prison. Then the souls of a hundred million were sold to enhance the myopic image of a silly twin toad and I know it sounds bad but my heart is now gold so what I seek on this day is simple absolution. 20 hail Marys and 40 our fathers and I will leave here to sin no more?

So my first hail Mary was a short hail Mary pass in the dieing minute of the semester I desperately tried to score a pass but is my emergency approach really that bad? Could I have saved the hundred million souls that I crashed? With my blood soaked page and my ink soaked sword, there will be no absolution for me today. Perhaps I'll raise the stakes and take my case above my mates; a cow for the gods and some Goskolo for the ancestors.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Wild roses, blank letters and a story for the gods.


Sent me wild roses in December that thrived regardless of the weather that was a very pleasant pleasure. In the depths of my solitude lays a greatly flawed utopia where my greatest flaws can cope with epiphanies akin to eureka. In a garden of great oaks, i dare to weed the soil just to be like the great folks. Yet I unintentionally cultivate an interesting great joke because it is the weeds that need saving as the great oaks will always cope.

Sent me a blank letter with an upside down smiley, I will likely never know where it came from. An insane sun consumed what was left of the rain and I will likely never get to be that same son. I'm overwhelmed by an intersection nearly torn down and that upside down smiley was likely a frown now a little known queen will likely be crowned and the crowd erupts in cheers; the applause sign lit up. So if I was not the butt of this unhealthy prank will I still think that sign was lit up in bad taste?

Sent me a very silent prayer, a rosary and holy water, the origins of these gestures will likely remain unknown forever. With a stellar performance I subtly uncross my fingers, then descend the mountain top; I see no promised land. However a little concentration just beyond tree tops would reveal all I ever wanted, you are not alone Santiago. As I sit back and reflect on my personal alchemist's teachings, the paradox of my wants become more apparent and far reaching.

Friday, November 28, 2014

The question


And so the question is asked "in the end was it worth it?". My answer is stat "totally?". A harsh pre winter cooking veggies and mashed potatoes, pasta and pesto and things with guacamole sauce. a pre winter heart break, revelations and realizations, downed the bottle for my hearts sake while my mind continued to lose patience. So restarted what was officially ended in a questionable judgement call, now I question the question that was officially asked and my response is perhaps much less than stat.

And so the question is asked "in the end was it worth it?". In a little less stat I say "totally?". Locally my status was upgraded to pariah so when faced with an ultimatum I naturally cracked. Perhaps I should have sucked it up and left things like that but I snapped and decided to make that trip. they say vision in hind sight is 2020 clear but if I knew would I have locked up and stayed in the clear? Now a couple of trips latter I find me right here; a cold stare and Yes my answer is not stat.

 And so the question is asked "in the end was it really worth it". In any pace but stat I chat "totally?". I put down that mask and threw my hat into the fire, while the doom clock had lapsed it was an ambush. With my vulnerabilities exposed and painted on my head I become the protagonist of a dark Cohen brothers classic. My bulletproof vest was apparently made of plastic so when the shots went off my heart just happened to be in the way. So it happened and im ok plus had an artistically made long Island that took entire edge away. Now the direction that I sway is simply Tarantino comical and my answer to be sincere is "Hell No"

Friday, November 21, 2014

Man of the moment



Random bouts of timidity intimidate a monumental moment, purple robes and a hoddie serve to classify these flaws. The man of the moment walking through closed doors, powered by paparazzi hype with an 80s Kodak and an exposed film. A Kodak, a man and a pretty solid moment; inflated egos a ham sandwich and a formidable opponent ; a lie, the truth and a far reaching theory; dieing proof of a wisdom tooth and a further complicated story.

He lives to tell another story of glorious hunters and out maneuvered preys, while the lion must duck his head in shame as his intellect protects his say. So if a tree takes a dive in the middle of the forest and no one witnessed its fall, an empirical argument can question the credibility of "if it made a sound at all". So mr Berkley while your treatise is considered with greater mental endowment, a man will stand tall and dominate this moment.

These are strange times I must confess the resurrection of the Renaissance is dead. And the Renaissance men that authored the revolution have been resisted, repelled and left for dead. Yet a man stands in the glory of an unfounded bliss while he dines with the sharks in his bed. Concerned with the present superficial component but today he is the man of the moment.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Promises to my ex and other "love" jingles


I used to love her: cheap wine and tacky buffet lunches, always been more of vodka person but those days were special. I specially interjected in more abstract ways than 3, so it barely got anymore awkward, what the hell was wrong with me. long lists and laughs, shunned lips and cats, I hardly can define my style of hats as helping attract. A total mismatch perhaps but who the hell really cares , what is most important is free food and actual dogs that look like snoop.

A shot of zaranof is fine, me bloody inconsiderate bastard; least I can do is show some class and order up some cheap whiskey. I cant be going for a walk at ten below zero, last time i pulled that stunt I had just broken up with potato. Now here is an especially disgusting pickle to pick on: I'm actually not that particular about pickles. That my allergies became apparent after I had hit is nothing but pure coincidence. So dont read too much meaning into me acting up cause I "truly" just discovered that I dont like your cooking.

While they are caught in the daze of this miracle love chant, I am stuck in my ways trying to figure these damn blanks. An afro, some braids then a cynical old man, My belly, a tingle then a "lyrical" love jingle.

because I will be gone


standing in the hindsight of a slighted senior citizen equals perspective redefined on a sophisticated level of clarity. I like oat meal; so interestingly boring, so plain and unassuming and yet so absolutely complete.I cant blame the "drunk" priest for making moves on the sister because no one told him that it was just a mocktail. But he created the justification that he desperately sought, to mock the institution that he passionately taught.

So the imbalance is struck between a master and a meek man, a mason and a monster and a bastard with a weak plan. So the bastard takes a weak stand and meek man starts to fissile while the monster takes a seat, somewhat amused by the spectacle. And the grand race is on for people to blend in with the race-less race; a race of people that are racially neutral and only biased against the non-raceless race. But if a movement of racially neutral radicals were radically de-raceing the non-raceless  race, the endeavor in itself will be paradoxically futile as they will only be re-raceing the non-receless race; to be raceless that is.

And the quest continues to establish the values that transcend space and time, while the philosophers stone is mocked and ignored for its failure to turn iron to dimes. But the philosophers stone without the philosopher is nothing more than just a stone, we therefore look to answers and answers to us while we pray on our knees in our homes.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Last fast

Firmly captivated by a captivating phony who has captivated an audience by his antics and his folly.
Venting: "This lad is viciously vile and should be voted as the king of the vanquished", But I'm sensing a likeness, at least an interesting demeanor from this antagonist that I stare at in the mirror.

yet I stand bold to bitch about my non bulimic bestie who has been brilliant at worst and at best has been the best me. but at best I have been a less me and I'm stressed by the standards I've set yet if the bar was compromised any further then the standard will be standard-less. I guess I'm dealing with a standard stress and will keep vigil while the standard rests; what I tell myself to stay awake at night in complete denial of this standard mess.

I take a picture of a picture of you taking a picture of me, and take that picture to you to replace the portrait of me. An unreasonable expectation from a self proclaimed recluse, an abstract contradiction and a social absurdity. Bail is set at one hundred, a skank and a strawberry slurpee, a bottle full of moonshine and a raciest redneck surety .. In the end, its really all just comedy.

Nigerian dialogs: over and over again

Police back and forth to breach back the fort that was breached last night but was not that's of course.We have reached back on course to our feet that is cursed so we flirt while we are standing on our bums. So we are snubbed once again by the fine lady and her friend who does not fancy giants standing on their bums. However the night is kind of young  and thus the race can still be won by this giant who standing on his bum.

Certain truths must be ignored so we can focus on the core of a great but also non existent script. Therefore I scribble down a myth of greatly inconsistent splits but its great and I'm great and loved for it. Only the deaf can read lips and so the rest are left to sit at the bottom of this bottomless pit. Maintain a supernaturally unrealistic trust in a luck that tells you to pay when your cards are a clear bust.Play a two and a seven, a 3 and ten and loose the same shitty hands over and over again.

Lying acting frauds said the DOD was on top but the top was a loss and I pour the same thing I always pour; not a shot. But we shot at a shot and it shot right back and we are shocked? its a shot !!! So lets all talk tat, ignore the tit and all culpability of the red handed culprits. I light my cuban and reflect on all the sophisticated talk, but its always politics with politicians, even when its not.

And the beat goes on

And so his shirt slipped off, then it became clear; all the promises that he made was nothing but talk, while his side girl mocked; the establishment that claimed that the ring placed his desires on lock. So his vows were broke, like literally bankrupted; that vodka tequila absinthe is absolutely no joke ... But the beat goes on, play on madam DJ play on ... As the party boys danced, the predators took the chance to extensively enhance the fundamentals of a poisonous but yet addictive plant. but the beat went on ... and it went on and on and on ... play on lady DJ play on .. and she played on in spite of the chaos, and she stayed on with delight and with focus ... What a bitch!!!! or so they say. 

And she played for the destitute and also for the rich, and beat was for the able bodied and also for the sick.  And she played for the crowd who swayed out loud in a union of foul, dismayed and rotten mouths. A cocktail of deceit, dishonor and broken vows was served by the tender who danced to her broken sound.  what a bitch !!!! or so they say

And she played like her life depended on it, and she played because our lives are nothing but it.And we grove to the tune not because it is fun, but because without it there is nothing but non. So from the setting of the moon to the setting of the sun play on lady DJ I urge you to play on!!!