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-

Instant Messaging To be cont'd

Type of Man

Cryptic says (1:05 AM): What do you look for in a man?
Renee says (1:05 AM):
lmfao but #1 they cant be arrognant i hate that
Renee says (1:06 AM):
and they have to have some sort of goal like a serious one not no imma be a rapper/drug dealer type mess lmao
Cryptic (1:07 AM):
lmfao
Renee says (1:08 AM):
cause my momma asked me one day like since ur gonna be a doctor u might be the bread winner in yo house and she was like so would u date/marry like a dude that was a barber.

Science

145 says (12:57 AM):
Ball Lightning: An apparently rare ball of light that appears during thunderstorms, said to appear suddenly and move a distance before fizzling out
145says (12:58 AM):
Waterspout: Tornado over water
145says (12:59 AM):
Green Flash: Often seen at the beach, just before the sun sets past the horizon, there is said to be a green flash that happens, faint but you can see it
145says (1:00 AM):
St. Elmo's Fire: Often seen on a ship, apparent "fire" appearing from Ships' masts and outcroppings, looks eerie
Sun Dogs: "Fake" Suns ( Balls of Light that look like the Sun that appear to either side of the Sun sometimes )
there ya have it
Cryptic: says (1:02 AM):
green flash and stelmos..still blurry?
lost
145 says (1:04 AM):
lol, for the Green Flash, the sun sets and right before it sets behind the horizon, it presumably flashes green
145 says (1:06 AM):
St. Elmos is eerie "fire" like stuff that appears on ship's masts and outcroppings, it looks like fire but is really plasma
yes I am a dork to know this

Play'd?

Cryptic says (2:07 AM):
WHAT?
IM BEING COMMON, CMON COMMON FOLK FEEL LIKE I FEEL
Renee says (2:07 AM):
no crazy folk feel like u feel
but okay
Cryptic says (2:08 AM):
LMFAO

Facebook Statuses. Drama & Ghetto!

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MELODRAMATIC STATUSES:

There's always that one person who ALWAYS has some subtle drama going on. Everytime you read their status you think they're doped up or something. Eg:


Dalia Nodding: so confused...so many emotions... all at once...reality vs. fantasy... like beer vs. gravvy... I like gravvy.. yellow...my soul is yellow and black. dead.

OK! LIKE WTF? Seriously chick... And then people have the audacity to click the (like) button. I mean I think Dalia is trying to hard to be deep and she's like lost herself on Neptune somewhere. When I see this stuff I think of that old Eminem Video abt purple pills...yea... She's Amy Winehouse'ing

STRAIGHT DRAMA STATUSES:

Green Eyes: I really really hate how my female parental unit likes to treat me like I'm 12 and not a grown college student......SMFH.......

Don't college students usually act 12.. I mean you play hide and seek ...with boys and dorm windows. You like coolaid..with a hint of vodka. Y'all even dress alike with those multi rainbow neon colored leggings and corsettes like dominatrix, i mean tooth fairy princesses. :)

Caramel Markel: is so fuckin irritated I am so ready 2 fly out of here. Damn 2day aint my day ugh........Let's see if he makes it worse. SMMH

statuses by this user continued:

• Refuses to play the fool any more. You don't want to listen then I am goin stop fuckin trying smh didn't think it would end this way

• Can't do this anymore cuz it just hurts too bad.I just wish we never met but I will be strong cuz dats life.and the saga ends

• Is sayin weed 10$ 1800 32$ clownin dirty ass lame ass niggas all night priceless. Where day do dat at fam? We go ham lmsao

• Is tired of ppl bein all depressed everybody lets just party party party let's get waisted we too young to be stressed.

• Is like nigga i aint dumb i kno u wit a bitch. If u Cnt Fuckin tlk to me on da phone dnt Fuckin txt me stay wit dat hoe. Man i am too good to be a side chick. Sry not da sharin type. I feel some type of way. SMH

Well then.........................................

*aheem aheem*

1st of all let me say I don't condone cheating, just leave her/him b4 you sin. But anyway:

Putting this on fb like my baby daddy aint paid child support type stuff ...why? wth! these fb comments aint putting money in ya hand... like why do you feel the need to air your dirty laundry on facebook knowing that none of your facebook friends on there can help you or make things better....?????! :-S

Yes umm..I know we need to vent, but what happened to that Jasmine Sullivan song? "Bust the windows of [his] car"...

Rihanna.."Breaking [his] dishes, Fight a man tongiht"...

Carrie Underwood "Slashed [his car] with a crow bar....maybe next time he'll think before he cheats"... I mean, I'm sure these very wise wonderful women did not make these songs for no reason.

GHETTO STATUSES:
Cee Tray: ...tryna sell my basketball hoop, since i am moving, it is n awsome condition....any buyers hit me up.
...Oh..He really meant just the hoop..like no net, or stand...just the hoop. I know...Crackhead hustling much?

Jack XOXO: I got half a pack of cool-aid for 20 cents on ebay. help a brotha out, every dime counts.

Bear Fierce: Going to court today, My baby mama tryna jipp me for child support, I hate that bitch.

Juicy ismy Kisses: I should be getting head from every boy in the world, But this ni99a called slobberjaws will have 2 do 4 now...


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This Girl

I met this girl who went to my college but never met each other formally. We were always facebook friends, but I never spoke to her. Low key, after reading her note ''things i h8'' I thought she was stuck up and unnecessary. However, months later I revisited her page via straight noseyness... the kind you get when you're bored so you decided to click on mad random people just to check them out. I saw it had stuff about Kemet on there and she was deep like me. So, I hit her up with a msg like a pressed dork on some "hey i see you like Blk history like me'' nonsense. lol...But we spoke more often and she wasn't the stuckup off chick I stereotyped her to be at all. In fact, shorty had a mind like gold and she was a really good person to talk to. Just straight real... so I decided to write this about her bc I think sometimes the prettiest souls in the world lose track of how special they are. (I know that's mad gooey). But yeah her name Alanna aka Stroke so check it out:


Alanna:
"I didn't have a dream, I didn't have a vision, I had a voice...it took me to the statues of Kemet, i heard it excavate Lucy, then the voice rose like heat rises with bubbles to the bottom of a star...it dangled from Heru's view and blew...blew with such force that the sahara's sand flew up in a frenzy...suspended in midair each sand particle, every dirt speck and lost garment...then the voice ceased to shout...it went to the sand to get a better look, blinded by the luminous browns and ambers it went blind with beauty and couldn't find its way out...for centuries it remained...Then i had a vision of a being..every inch of fineness filled her...her toes were colored and smooth like a ripe mango's skin...the arch of her heel like the arch of Khafu.. her legs and arms carved from layers of assuredness, her midriff rippled like heatwaves up to a hefty bosom of pride which hung from the lean neck produced a face...a face Zeus would slay for, a face that procured eyes of deep thought,once closed but now re-opened, eyes of insight, eyes of the sahara's sand...eyes of oceans where ships carrying the saharan sands crash, i meant eyes of liquour carrying brooklyn sons crash...these eyes were her weapon...with them she not only saw evrything...she saw truth and righteousness...the eyes of Ma'at's soul...she saw herself..regained her voice...and after centuries she spoke again...she saw again...then spoke she didnt say freedom she said peace...and found herself out from under the luminous browns and amber..she was a stunning rose petal red and she ran down the left cheek of Jesus Cristo...she was the finest thing I ever seen...but I swear I didn't have a dream"-DYJ

Instant Messaging & Quotes

Monday

This is just how me and my friends are. Part One.

Ebonee says (3:53 PM):
hollaback girl
now that was my ish
Ebonee says (3:54 PM):
taught me how spell bananas and everything
Cryptic: Hurricane me over and over again till you find youself trapped in my Caribbean Sea. says (3:54 PM):
smh
wow....
Ebonee says (3:55 PM):
lmaooooooooooo
and that other song about the money! that was my jam to lmao
Cryptic: Hurricane me over and over again till you find youself trapped in my Caribbean Sea. says (3:56 PM):
smh
smh
dmp (dropping my head)

_______

DJ: I had a dream that ginormous hamsters were running in2 my windows and no one would believe me!

TJ: I can't wear skinny jeans bc I suffer from LDS

DJ: Ugh...oh...LLS

TJ: I got thigh burn trying some on

DJ: I mean why would you want to increase ya risk of prostate cancer...

Aldo Clerk: Don't you have to be 18 to chew on tobacco???

DJ: This is a licorice branch...

Stop eating...But This is the desert to my desert...

The Break Up Vent... Poetically.

How I feel about this break up in a poetic way:

It lasted and it pasted. Either this would make hits or spell shit. So I had to sleep with it. Ba da da da da I was loving it, but he's going to raise my cholesterol. So I put myself like, 'first of all'... The dude wasn't handsome or tall but he sure was dark the way he jaded me. Dropped my swag shine by a few degree, but not completely. I thought he'd complete me, not defensively beat the heck outta my patience. It's Sunday so I'm seeing no patients. The schedule is backed up until May, then we can try and light the fling again. By then I won't remember him, think he was a stranger and fall in love again.

Although I'm not mad that his eyes are so white. He can't see my pain because I'm colored like night. A guard like Big Pun so It's no use when we're fighting. He's always huffing and puffing, saying things to see how much pain it brings. Yet, after all to me he says sorry. Then repeats it the next occurence like we living a Lifetime Story. I'm not Rihanna but, I'm bailing on this jury before he is the death of me. Not physically but symbolically. I might die like Whitney, and ressurect like 2Pac, but I can't risk that, it's a far shot. To dive back into this pool, get played like a fool, then teach him how to act like my 4head say school.

I'd rather focus on school. And I'm fearless, so losing him is like losing stress. So freaking fantastic, that I'm no longer his fanatic. So... I cant even call it withdrawal like I was an addict. I'm not sweating, so umm.. that's it.

I just had to break a bad habit.
Oh yeah, && I'm pretty glad about it. LoL.

There will always be people to take you for granted. Be sure you get at least equal what you put in to things, if not more. && Never fear to love yourself.

Dirty Dancehall Lyrics Translated

"ROMPING SHOP"- SPICE FEAT VIBEZ KARTEL

ORIGINAL VERSION

Intro:]
[Kartel:] Ah di techer
[Spice:] And ah spice
[Kartel:] Every man grab a gyal
[Spice:] And every gyal grab a man
[Kartel:] Man to man, gyal to gyal dats wrong
[Spice:] Scorn dem
[Kartel:] All wen a nite yuh pussy feel like sun hot; wen yuh come inna mi ramping shop
[Spice:] Mek sure yuh kno how fi wuk and ah nuh chat yah ah chat

[Verse 1:]
Hey, mi cocky longa than mi Nike
Tell mi wah yuh like
Yuh wah mi try or yuh wah fi ride it like a bike
Well, yuh haffi ram it hard
Di cocky nuh fi lie
Damage it fi spite
Not becah mi pussy tight
Suppose mi put it pon di lef
Gyal yuh tek it pan di right
Mi nipple dem a ripe
Sen it up inna mi tripe
Wah titi appetite
Every nipple get a bite
Mi man haffi go see it
Mi and him haffi go fight

[Hook:]
Cah me haffi wine pon di cocky like dis
Kartel spin me like a satellite dish
Deal wid yuh breast like mi crushing irish
Spice I neva love a pussy like dis
You ah my mista
You ah my miss
Kill me wid di cocky
Kill me wid di tightness
And when you a come
Whispa someting like dis
I can’t stop fucking you

[Chorus:]
Hey, cocky nuh play
Me will bruk yuh back
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop
Me will quint it up two time and pop yuh cock
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop
Me will mek yuh run out a mi house
Inna half ah frock
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop
A gyal eva ride pon it and gi yuh heart attack
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop

[Verse 2:]
Spice ah you mi love
Yuh kno how fi do yuh stuff
Yuh pussy buff
Plus it squeeze like handcuff
Kartel ah you mi love
See it deh mi cock it up fi yuh ramp ruff
Til mi belly cramp up
Shhh di climax begun
Bear sweat a run
Hold mi tight spice
Me feel like me ah cum
Mi nah let yuh go
So don’t let me down
Me two phone a ring and me nah ansa none

TRANSLATED VERSION
Intro:]
[Kartel:] Im the teacher
[Spice:] And I’m the spice
[Kartel:] Every man grab a girl
[Spice:] And every girl grab a man
[Kartel:] Man to man, girl to girl, dats wrong
[Spice:] Scorn them
[Kartel:] All. when at nite your pussy feel like sun hot; wen you come in my ramping shop
[Spice:] Make sure you know how to work and not talk your talk
[Verse 1:]
Hey, my dick longer than my Nike
Tell me how you like it
You want me to try or You want to ride it like a bike?
Well, you’ve got to ram it HARD
My dick doesn’t lie
Damage it out of spite
Not because my pussy is tight
Suppose I put it on the left?
Girl, you take it on the right
My nipples are ripe
Send your dick up in my belly
Got titty appetite?
Every nipple gets a bite
My man has to see to this
Me and him have to fight
[Hook:]
Because I have to wine upon your dick like this
Kartel spin me like a satellite dish
Deal with your breast like mi crushing irish
Spice Ive never loved a pussy like this
You are my mister
You are my miss
Kill me with the cocky
Kill me with the tightness
And when you arrive
Whisper someting like this:
I can’t stop fucking you
[Chorus:]
Hey, my dick doesn’t play
I will break your back
When you come inside my romping shop
Me will quint(“to tighten the female muscles while engaging in intercourse”lycos.com) it up two time and pop your dick
When you come inside my romping shop
I will make you run out my house
In half a dress
When you come inside my romping shop
Has a girl ever ridden your dick and gave you a heart attack?
When you come inside my romping shop
[Verse 2:]
Spice you are my love
You know how to do your stuff
Your pussy is buff
Plus it squeezes like a handcuff
Kartel you are my love
Look at it there, my dick up in your will fuck rough
Till my belly cramps up
Shhh the climax begun
Bear sweat a runs
Hold me tight Spice
I feel like I have to cum
I won’t let you go
So don’t let me down
My 2 phones are ringing but I’m not answering none.

To A Trinidadian Boy

She was babptized in Gucci,
Stay rocking that Coogi,
Only rich man can reach her coochi,
American Eagle dudes touch 1st base freely,

But girls like her catch men at 1st glance,
2 weeks max for di good romance,
Holes start fi burn in his pocket
She nah kiss so man frustrated...he take orf like rocket.

He go looking in di stars 4 Miss Sparkle,
8 girlfriends, 3 months and years of cheating later he geeked like Urkel,
Girl fine wined dined tune into his conversation,
Offered him her morals and mental elation

Trini boy was wowed like a comic book,
Ms. Sparkle finer then a video hoe & never ask 4 his dough..look
Her pum pum stay ever fresh ever cleaner,
Always spontaneous got him smiling like Face on Nick Jr.

She nah bit her tongue so truth stay rolling,
She not submissive to dem controlling,
Mamzelle appreciate him like droughts do water,
Cater to him, she wan fi birth his daughter.

Meanwhile all dem video hoes,
Crying & chasing men n the show Cheaters,
Difficult n demandng like calculus,
They go men lusting 4 others bc of the fuss.

Gay Crush-Straight Girl

Research shows that women are more easily sexually aroused than men. Whether it's man with man, woman with woman, or man with woman, females are just turned on. Suprisingly, Research also showed that females responded quicker to females than males. This accounts for women and men of all sexualities.

So is it no surprise when we tell you that every female has a girl crush? Recently Tyra Banks did a show on heterosexual women falling for gay women and having crushes on other women. Women revealed their attraction to long befriended gay co-workers and associates.

We all have that little girlish crush on another female, researchers argue. According to many psychologists, it's a natural phenomenon that doesn't mean you should question your sexuality. Even the Katy Perrys of the world get it.
Who's your gay crush and do you agree?
- Cryptic

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