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Here I Go Again 4

"Plus this is keeping smart women like me off of the poles. Weed is so en vogue right now, people turn their heads or give you a slap on the wrist. Remember when mentioning stripping became cool? All of a sudden middle age women want to stripercise and give lap dances to their flabby ass husbands who don't want them anyway cause they lust after young girls with big firm tits and a tight wet vagina. That's how weed is at this moment. It's the moonshine of the millennium..."

Wowzers!

Here I Go Again 3

"You know something? There has been this...question, that's been on my mind for years."


What's that?

"Okay, now bear with me and it's not my intention to offend. I always wondered what the egyptians felt when they first read the first four chapters of the New Testament."

The Gospels?

"Yeah, man. Like did they wanted to sue for plagiarism, I mean I know you couldn't sue back then but still...I mean they would have a legit case."

I'm not following, why would they be upset?

"You ever heard the story of Horus or Heru?"

Nah

"This might be long so bear. There were these two gods named Osirius and Seth. The former was good while the latter evil. So one day Seth cuts up his brother in pieces and scatters them over Egypt. His wife Isis finds all the pieces except for his dick. So she constructs one that looks like the Washington Monument and that's another story all together."

Heh so we have an African dick on our nation's capitol.

"And with Obama being president it's even funnier, but anyway Isis uses the dick to conceive a son. That son's name was Horus or Heru. So boom right there is the theft."

Huh?

"Dig, Mary had Jesus by some godly act because Joseph ain't fuck her. Isis did some godly act because Osirus was dead. Like huh?"

Coincidence

"Coincidence my ass. Weren't Moses and the jews in Egypt for how many centuries and shit? I'm sure Isis and Horus were all around. You have glyphs of the Eye of Horus, Ra, umm ummm...all that shit. You mean to tell me Jesus isn't Horus? Mary and Isis aren't the same? Cmon, man. Open your eyes."

Wow

"Nahimean? Your third eye just opened up, my brother"

Nah wow as in you finally lost your mind

"Nah kid, I finally found it."

Okay

"Anyway, I wondered how they felt. Was it like 'Hasim, do you see this? Motherfuckers bit our religion and trying to convert us...with our own shit?'"

Here I Go Again 2

"Pardon me for asking, but you look real familiar"
You might have seen him in a few...films
"Major releases?"
Nah video
"Oh shit you're D. Strokes"
'Yep'
"Shit...good work, my nigga"
I've known D for years. He also throws us a few film production creds, even got one of our artists on some of the soundtracks."
'You should really try to send some stuff off to them video game companies. That's real money.'

M: So do you treat your ladies right
D: I always respect the bitches I'm fucking. Kidding, but yeah I try to make them feel comfortable and whatnot. Have to or the scene wouldn't be good, you know?
M: Completely. How come we haven't done a scene together
D: No idea. Have to talk to my peoples and see what we can do. I would sure like to cum with you
B: What's the difference?
D: Well you can bust a nut and not really feel anything, more like when you're pissing. Now cumming...well that's a whole other level. I kid you not, you see stars and rainbows and shit.

D: I have a rule though. I try to not have sex with with my co-workers, but if we do, it's a one time thing. On screen? Cool. But off? Nah. Seen a couple of folks do it and feelings start happening. Then scenes start looking bad, people want to fight the actors when all they're doing is a job. Sorry, brah...sorry sis, that's community dick/pussy. We all get a taste.

Here I Go Again

"Yo, god. I'm bored as shit. Ain't nobody to murk?"
"Relax, brah. I'll let you know what's up when I know what's up."
"Uggggh!"
"I know I know. I'm itching too, but we have to be patient. Play a game or something"
"God, I finished Grand Theft and these niggas on Live make want to murk someone even more."
"You know what you need? Some seafood. City Island?"
"Bet. These nuggets ain't did shit for me."
"You slumming again?"
"Sometimes you just get that urge for some McNuggets. And City Island ain't all that upscale."
"Ha! Just get ready. Some fresh air and water might do you some good. Thirty."
"Thirty."

"I'm a true Americana, don't like no red."
"Red?"
"You know...brits, commies, injuns, Red Sox..."
"I didn't know you were a Yankees fan."
"Watch your mouth. I'm a Braves fan."
"But you don't trust 'injuns'. Sheeeet you might be a 'Skins supporter too."
"Don't you mention them no more. I'm for God's team, the Cowboys."
"Lord jesus"
"Blasphemer!"

...it's something and if you know my style, it's always dialogue first as well as disjointed. It's something...trust me.

~Fin~: A Really Short Fiction

Tuesday April 8th, 2008
7:43am

They say the everyday grind will eventually kill you. I used to smirk at such a ridiculous notion, but today? Today I am a believer as my hand is suddenly cold and stiff. I try to move my fingers to bring back some sort of circulation, but it is proving to be an exercise of futility. Here I am, on the back of the BXM9 heading to my sale associate position at Green-Taylor Publications in Chelsea. Sitting here realizing I am losing this fight to remain conscious as I glare at the water by the FDR. Failing to form a call for help, I try to replace my fear with false courage. Like a bad pun, I’m scared to death.

I have so much to do, to see, to accomplish, but God has a sick sense of humor as Depeche Mode once sang. So sudden, no chance to prepare myself, but when has death decided to play a considerate host to the after-life. Is there an after-life? As much as I dismiss the Bible, I find myself mentally praying. Maybe it was one last plea. Why would God want to help someone who doubts He even exists? I decide to not continue my act and just give in to whatever is about to happen.

On my iPod Touch, the current song selection rests on a Nine Inch Nails song that would be perfect for this send off I didn’t expect nor want:



staring at the sea
will she come?
is there hope for me
after all is said and done
anything at any price
all of this for you
all the spoils of a wasted life
all of this for you
all the world has closed her eyes
tried faith all worn and thin
for all we could have done
and all that could have been

ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
the destiny I've chose
all becoming clear
the currents have their say
the time is drawing near
washes me away
makes me disappear

I descend from grace
in arms of undertow
I will take my place
in the great below

I can still feel you
even so far away

And with my eyes close
My breath slowing
My face calm and at peace
Slightly slump my body and take in the final ray of light I could feel on the back on my eyelids. And with my last thought, she appears, punctual and exact. Stacey. As much as I was fooling myself, as much as I didn’t want to admit or realize she was the woman I was in love with. Miscommunication and outside interferences caused us to part on not so friendly terms. I find myself mouthing these words: “What have I d…”

I can still feel you
even so far away

Betsy*

petite
hispanic
black curly-wavish hair
small closed to the skin nose ring
tongue ring (with a dice as the head)
glasses (almost like bifocals)
smokes Nat Sherman Naturals Mint
carries a .22 in her sidebag along with:
-lipgloss
-maroon lipstick
-a copy of "Don't Worry, Make Money" and this month's "Vibe"
-a small pack of Trojan Lubricated and a small of pack of Trojan Flavored
-a small bottle of KY Warming jelly
BX tat on back of shoulder

Oh...in case you're wondering, this is an idea for a character. Don't ask for what, but one day it might all make sense.

1L2U,
Prov!/