Weird As Dream

I had this Weird As Dream... like this:

I can barely remember now because I let an entire day pass. Sorry Hooligan.
I was at HU and it was the first day of something..classes..moving in...idk. I was walking to class with long red permed haired shawty from Jersey. She had on all pink, i don't quite remember my attire.
Some busses pulled up; like the field trip kind. Jersey girl was peering at them all inquisitively or just being black and nosey. So my bold self, i had on some fresh nikes...its coming back 2 me now...my bold self..i get on the bus. Just walked on like it was no one's bee iye zee. It was full of White kids like ages 10 and up. This one fat White kid in a big red polo with freckles and curly brown hair was joking on me or something. I think i pushed him out the bus. Then we were driving on a cliff.

Whatever happened..dream switched..idk, wuteva..so SCENE 2!

I'm dressed in this nice aye-dress with these fine heels and my eyes are just glowing (not literally like some evil stuff) but like they were 'beaming'...oh and my lipstick was on point!
*aheem* moving on... im coming down these finely built stone steps to a table with red wine and a random aye goat on the side. The goat was dressed in liberation colors with string on it's horns. Then sitting on the sofa chair is Hooligan. She was wearing a nice white dress one second and then jeans and a cardigan with cheetah marked heels the next. Weird? Yes. Ok. Then, *closes eyes 2 remember* we started talkn all ghetto chit chat-ish...she said the phrase 'baby muva' like 5 times...idk y. & I kept sayn oww!... iky. Her eyes were a little sad, so i took her out to the forest. we walked and talked and i showed her things...then she started getting happier. :) She said I was like a little sister 2 her and I was silly... then it switched to Stroke, she was on a bed covered in red kool aid! I brought her 2 the river and we bathed... Switched back to Hooligan!
We drank coconut water from a papaya fruit cut in half. Badu was playing and incense was burning... and we lived in the country part of some island. So there was greeen all around. Her eyes were so joyful && inquisitive now. After talking for so long in my livingroom we went to the river, it was a full moon...the water was warm. We just left our clothes on some big grey stones. && We were taking in the night scene.. she was afraid at 1st bc I mean it is night time in a forest river by a natural habitat for weirdness. Then we stared at the moon 2gether knowing it was the reflection/reminder of the SUN's prescence && no1 had fear anymore. Then some much more "odd things" occured in this dream which aren't blogworthy, BUT! they sure are twitter worthy..so you can tweet me 4 that info @news2009
I smelt Hooligan's hair. =/ Again my mates iDk why. well i do actually.
we left feeling better 360ly...mind body & spirit. && we wore nice wraps with stone chains and my hair was str8 back & somehow had on gold eyeshadow & Hooligan had on green eye shadow with curly bouncy hair. we walked off in2 the woods and fell asleep on my veranda in this swinging/hanging sofa thing.

Black Hair---> Played Out Topic rejuivinated

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Music Subliminal or Open?

I'm a jerk, I know
Supersoak that hoe
Money over Bitches
Snitches get stitches
Friend lover
II DD KK Guys...you tell me

Would I be wrong if...

Scenario:

I have a family member who is always messing up and doing stuff to piss her mother off (but she lives in the Caribbean still). She's like only 13 years old but she's kind of messy emotionally. I mean, me and my mother haven't had the best relationship either but believe I respect her. I would never do stuff JUST to urk her or make her hurt. If anything, i think if she feels hurt by her mother she'd want to shy down and obey. But No...homegirl is acting like a bratty Caucasian kid (no offense). && she always says whatever pops in her head, is inconsiderate and rushes every task she gets so its 1/2 as or 4/4 as'd. Thing is, I'm convinced she knows right from wrong and does this on purpose. When I ask her why she does this, she says "IDK".
I hate that response because, we know why we do stuff, we are the one's in ctrl after all. So that's garbage. I just don't want her to turn out screwed up && demonic like. Harsh? but thats what happens to those who dont know. They stop caring, fearing and just start screwing...up I mean.

But would I be wrong if i slapped the daylights out of her next time I saw her && she said something smart or did some scandalous junk?

Just wondering. :)

Hey Mason, Want To Be My Friend?

Hey Mason Want To Be My Friend?
Month of May when I met Mason,
Son of trees: Wild honey from bees
Smeared on his white chin
Knowledge so frightening
He was only 15
Showing me everything
I admired as time transpired
I never thought I’d discover what my soul desired
His eyes are vibrant; never tired
Slouch of a wise man
Compassion fired with no fan
I’m so blown
In the soothing way
Like hot cocoa on a chilly day
He came amidst boredom
Looking for them… I meant yellow jackets
He had species by the packets.
Laboratory loner too solid
To slow his brain or retard it like they did
No kid, he slid, under my eye lid
Let my black run down him like mascara
I don’t mean to scare ya
With my over eagerness about this visit
My summer has been pretty non exquisite
You shed the knowledge on me
Like college, buddy
Was into science like wiki-
Pedia
Hip to what he’s feeding ya
I meant spraying!
Aerosol can playing,
Tunes while he was speaking
My heart beat was peeking
Excited, so my mouth started tweaking
Saying what are your digits?
So we can kick it
Be my amigo
Show me the eco && I’ll show you my pen flow
Just like a cactus we will grow
Substituting water with info
He wasn’t down though
Caught a case of cell # amnesia
(Sorry but I don’t believe ya)
I’m sure he needed a breather.
Don’t be mistaken people
This isn’t a love sequel
I’m just expressing without 2nd guessing Misses pen.
Hey Mason, can you be my friend?
-By TSS

MONET

It was a nativity scene. Hundreds of estranged feet sprayed between the silently serene. They were pouring water on her head, neck hung about the forest clay. Wooden bowls bamboo splintered...Mouth agape, she tasted strips of tree bark. Bronzed hands flattened against the grey stones as the green veins pulsed to the images behind shut eyes; like raging hormones. Pinks and Blues collide to colour her in homo-genius hues. Squares and Triangles rotate into a perfect circle... like the hampster's wheel; running, running to nowhere is her mind. Soaked in dandelion petal extract, allowing her to wish throught sorrow. Swish through a today and live for a tomorrow. Weathers around her change faster than a pregnant woman's mood ring. Not to be cliche, she, holds the caged bird that can't sing. Yet tweets twilight zoned lists and lisps lowered from frontal lobe to web-logged globe. Silver wings stir sensual winds attracting queen bees, whispering, flocking, buzzing to her honey (monae). Reversely this wind creates a permanent windshield effect, frozen like a heart from neglect, requires an unusual suspect to detect the warmth she can project. So stunning physically, the distinctive African comes to view immediately. Chests pop through assuredly like "ALLEVIATE ME!". (No fucka not just sexually, mentally.) Outsiders are left staring and pointing because shawty look like a mannequin. However, she is REAL... I want to... feel.. (her like each individual strand of her hair and caress the committment chokeup with care, easing her fear while transfixing a stare...did you hear?)... Leaves spiraling like pixie dust, genuine-gloss is lustering around her lips. MOVE. This is the epitome of she...but she is still sleeping to the onlookers...so she is a mannequin... The water, they pour, pour and pour by the hour. She now sips...esophagus elongated like the Nile carrying ancestrial wisdom, freedom, because her dome is free yet burried. Submerged by the water these strangers are carrying, belonging to a tribe named Truth...she has rejected more lies than the book of Ruth. Righteousness, righteousness...they whisper to her...each leaving footprints on her cardigan vest..."RIGHTEOUS!" they yell in unison... Silver wings flutter and shimmer to a brilliant golden shine, all bowed in amazement, her lids undraped pupils like 2straight full moons, mesmerizing...to the perfectly plumped lips, lips that had tasted water of Truth... "Righteous" she spoke, they mimicked, bearing gifts of wisdom, she owned them, caged birds sung the anthem, wildflowers craved her touched, clothed her...a woman of righteous idgaf'ness was born, to dream and win ...it was a nativity scene.

-TSS-