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| February 27, 2006 |
| If Anybody Got me Open.... |
It was her.
My dear friend Yasin, first introduce me to her. Some ions ago. He said: "If you want something new, try her, she's dope, and you will not be able to get enough of her. Look no further." He's was sooooo right.
I sweated her at every turned, seeked her out, read up all on her, couldn't wait to meet her. She inspired my pen to take flight to mental destinations unknown. Just in reading the way she spit, I knew I had found a literary home (in her). No one. And I mean NO ONE. Could touch the spin she places, in her scribes. Octavia Butler you got me open. And when I write, it is through your EYES! You will be SERIOUSLY missed.
How esoteric of you, to close out the calendar marked commencment of B.H.M. With your finale writ. Bk Babe is not taking this one easy, guess we kind of look at certain figures in our lives to be immortal....... May your soul be at eternal peace. And if you are out there still writing, man I can wait to see how you spit the next level.......
Octavia I'm dedicating this page to you... See you, when I see you
FOR THE REST OF YOU.... WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR (If you've been paying attention you'll know mine...) |
Sssh! she's writing.. brooklyn babe2/27/2006
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| February 25, 2006 |
| Dear "Sugarcane" Penis, |
 " I miss the raw you!"(often) Cause these so-called processed artificially "sweetened" penis, just won't do....
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| Sssh! she's writing.. brooklyn babe2/25/2006
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| February 15, 2006 |
| blog like no one watchin..... |
| Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical |  You blog like no one else is reading...You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll! |
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| Sssh! she's writing.. brooklyn babe2/15/2006
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| February 12, 2006 |
| Not the Doors!!!! |
| "ABRI A LA PUETRA! PAPPI! "
"ABRÍ A LA PUERTA AHORA!!!"
A voice from behind the door insisted.
"Un momento." A voice yelled back.
"Quienes?" A voice asked, now closer to the door.
"I said Who is it? Who's there!"
Father Pepe looked through his peep hole with intense curiosity to see who was demanding he open up his door in the middle of day; a door he usually kept open; unless he was sipping some communion wine, no one knocked during those times anyway. He often felt a little guilty that while the congregation was drinking the little pre package grape juices during communion, he was steady sipping on the hard stuff; then he reasoned after some of the confessions he heard, he needed the hard stuff!
Still peeping through the hole, he confirmed it was Pedro, a local Spanish homeless pimp and part time hustler. He had been seeking counsel from Father Pepe for some time now, and had just began to make progress.
"THEY SNATCHING DOORS!"
"THEY SNATCHING DOORS FATHER !" Pedro repeated in English, this time sobbing uncontrollably into the reluctant arms of Father Pepe. He then went and nervously locked back the cathedral heavy door with much haste, then took out a brand new lock out of his pocket and small drill and began to assemble it swiftly.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Father Pedro asked wearily, he was completely annoyed, that his liquid moment had been disturb.
"FATHER?!?!?" Pedro looked at him with much confusion, for he knew that the father sipped but he didn't know he got bent too.
"I'm sorry son, just got through hearing a murder confession, and I had to let the summaofbitch walk. Adios mios, oh dear, forgive me Pedro, I'm human too, now back to you son, what in the St. Francis are you doing?" Father Pepe asked, much more subdued, but still agitated.
"Mida, it's all on the TV. The whole world is going to hell, everywhere doors are being taken off of houses, not one door left, the neighborhoods are in a state of chaos. Have you not seen this father, have you not heard all the commotion outside?"
He had not, for his afternoon cocktail had him always knocked him out from hearing anything, not even his own deafening snores, that whne he sobered often woke him up. Now as he listened carefully to the sounds outside, they confirmed Pedro's state of panic. He heard people yelling, sirens going, babies crying, sounds of construction, drilling, and more yelling.
He looked at Pedro, who stood with Father listening to the pandemic going on outside, nodding an "I told you so" at Father Pepe. Suddenly, as if a whistle blew to remind break was over, Pedro quickly went back to the cathedral door and started to assemble the lock.....
Father Pepe, as if fire was under his feet, went to turn on the TV to see if anything was being broadcast to fill in all the blanks of panic which were now entering his still sobering mind.... what he saw left him still in total disbelief that this could occur in the land of the free.... it made him wondering why he even went it to preisthood in the first place, as he watched with his mouth open, in a total state of panic, fear and shock...
(to be continued.....very soon, I promise..) |
| Sssh! she's writing.. brooklyn babe2/12/2006
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| February 06, 2006 |
| Returning Bk Calls |
 Message One:
Eye got your msg. It was great to hear your voice. You are sorely missed. I will not even click on your blog... heck I have not even been clicking on mine, lol (life calls... you know how it is). A short Pause for the Cause, because without a "cause;" we just living for nothing. So on that note. I admire you for going beyond just EXISTING... cause life is certainly worth living... SHINE BaBes.... we'll link up in the sun light.... wearing shades and all!
Message Two:
I'm not coming to see you. I don't want to sleep with you. (No you can not smell it, and no I will not "play with it" for you) So stop sleeping on the fact that we're through. Wake Up. I did.
Message Three:
You are soo silly. And the next time you shut off your phone. You betta tell me! Cause you know I have to keep my hoes in check, what kind of pimp would I be if I don't know where my (play) hoe is? Now speaking of which... Do you have my money? And was she good? Better yet, were YOU good, cause that's gonna cost you!
Message Four:
Hmmm, you're tricky, and hopefully your nosey enough to click on this blog, and wonder "is that me she's talking about?" Yes! I'm starting to feel you, and I think you like the chase, heck I think I'm feeling to run... but I think its an even exchange... you run smooth better than me; think its cause you're older lol..... you're so easy to talk to, motivational, a motivator like me needs that; craves it actually, shit can be so rough, just motivating yourself at times. Glad you got a plan and "walk in life" ... thank Godness, you pulled the plug on Friday; walking was just getting too sexy... now you put me in check, and back on reserve, you're reserveness GOT me going, I'll admit..... (I'm taking notes, lol) Good thing too, you almost got it. Even if you didn't want it. I did. Just a lil kiss... and a lot of tounge; who would it hurt.... (think you knew that, I even think the fact that you said your taking a break, made me mentally escalate, made my lips pulsate a bit more... *damn*). And I was about to put it on you, but since you bailed out on lunch... now my pot is on simmer. Too bad for you, my lip gloss was flavored. Bubble gum.
Message Five:
What am I going to do about you.... You often leave my panties in a bunch. Often time I want to take those same panties and stuff them down your throat! How's that for kinky?! Punk.
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| Sssh! she's writing.. brooklyn babe2/06/2006
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