Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Farewell

Farewell

You see you've made an art protecting your heart, and I’ve been left outside ever since trying to gain residence to your forlorn core, born of love and nurtured to war Barbed wired fenced, steel barred and kept under lock and key.
You see it’s evident that ever since you gave him the chance to seek refuge in your heart me and u were destined to false start, but I don’t fault u for that boo. I see the greatness in you
Your an unpolished diamond, you have the ingredients girl I’m just searching for the recipe, so reach for me if in me you see the 'he' in your dreams a living testimony of future matrimony.
But your mind set is set to set me up for a greater fall. After all it is was, he who before me caused you pain and anguish leaving your tongue bathed in language bitter in taste spewing words, nouns adjectives and verbs fighting to conquer a greater evil within.
Baby I’m just trying to get in to ease your burden and lighten your load enlighten you with the naked flame to light the candle of your soul and see this little light of mine shine.
So let me harvest your happiness, pluck you pleasures and up-root your regrets wash away your worries and sew the seeds of our future success.
Let me be the he who leaves you with a smile on your face, not the he who leaves you.
In you I see I’ve found the foundation, so let me build you up because its great that everything is straight but on a level our spirits will only settle when that padlock of heavy metal is removed from your heart.
Too many guys have sold you too many lies, so I’m trying to give you my truth but you don’t believe its not to buy.
So Miss Hurt, Scorned and Heartbroken, Beaten Battered and Harsh-spoken, Crushed, Bitter and Heart Frozen I know you think your coping but your coping isn’t coping or comprehending what I'm offering,
Salvation from preconceptions, understanding comfort and affection, companionship and protection, passion and endless erections but you can’t see past the past so u let the future walk on past, so your past is your last or long lasting impression of the opposite specie, well good luck with that
It takes a King to see the Queen in you but you don’t see Jack but Jokers so you shuffle the pack and go to the Clubs at night, where guys that wear Diamonds but you know better right so your Heart remains chilled on ice, next to the bottle of Spades as you shun the gaze of every man
But he knows its more than just a front and he sees your misery needs company so let me stress welcome to loneliness and regret. I can’t save she who bathes herself in the rivers of negativity and sorrow thinking of yesterday but this day is yesterdays tomorrow, but your not hearing that so all I can say is... farewell


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Monday, 27 February 2012

Top 10 places where creeps hang out in a club

Now I’m sure the title of this blog entry has caught your eye for one of many potential reasons. You could be a female trying to learn the blueprints of your average club to figure out the creepy corners which the black hands of hungry negros suddenly appear from and grab your arm, with un-moistured dilapidated silver back gorilla knuckles, orange palms and yellow fingertips and you are hoping to avoid such contact with these thirsty baboons. Another possibility is that you are a ‘Junior Apprentice Creep’ or ‘Creep In Training’ trying to earn your stripes and climb the ladder of creepiness and enter the hall of fame. Or you could just be reading this because you thought it might be funny. So without further delay I’m going to break down the Top 10 places in a club that creeps will occupy.

10) Upstairs balcony: Now if the club is large enough your average creep will take sniper range from the upstairs balcony looking down on proceedings. This is advantageous for two reasons i) like a famished vulture soaring the skies of Lagos he can spot his prey from a distance without them even having a clue and put the contingency plan in place if they divert ii) so they can look down a woman’s cleavage and get it all out of their system before hitting them with the death grip when they come within range so they cannot be distracted by jiggling boobies and concentrate on intimidating her into giving her number

09) The smoking area: This one is kind of hard for your average creep because it involves actually engaging with a female and having converse. Creeps generally aint about that conversation life, they rely on the heavy bassline of the sound system to enable them to mumble sweaty filth into a woman’s ear while thrusting their pelvic area against their victims side and strategically positioning them self between their victim and her friends. However for the more witty creep with the gift of the gab this is a dream. They will spend majority of their night in the smoking area asking if women have got a light.

08) The bar: Now depending on the quality of creep a woman may encounter will depend on where she will be creeped on. i) Uncle Creep: Uncle Creep will be just standing at the bar waiting for, what he believes to be a victim. Now the thing about Uncle Creep is, he isn't very good at this and makes a habit of going raving on his own when he is clearly the oldest in the club by about 17years. He will spend his whole night buying random women drinks and whispering in their ear in the thickest Nigerian accent known to mankind "My yam is yours to pound". Then there is ii) Super Saver Creep: He places himself strategically at either end of the bar or within arms reach of his victim. Super saver creep is more advanced than Uncle Creep because he knows that they are already going to buy a drink and will wait until they have purchased it and then let the creep fest begin.

07) V.I.P: This particular type of creep will invite her into his V.I.P area and share his drinks with his victim and their friends and she might just think he is a friendly ol' chap UNTIL he shuffles up so close to on the seat he is rubbing the Cocoa Butter off his victims legs and his arm is around her stroking her arm and grazing her skin with his cheese grater like ashy hands. This creep will doesn’t whisper in your ear he just breaths hot breath accompanied by words that could be English or Croatian but you’re not quite sure so you just smile and ask for more ‘pre-spiked’ champagne.

06) The corner next to the dj box: Usually this is where the djs congregate but there is always one creep who doesn’t know anyone in that circle but stands in the darkest possible corner near the dj booth. This is the type of area Yardie Creeps thrive because they will chill and remain calm, but God help you when Vybz Kartel ‘Dumpa Truck’ comes on you better ask your friends to send 39 hail Mary's your way because you’re gonna be in that corner for a long time. Although Yardie Creep is looks very skinny and feeble in appearance don’t let this fool you. Yardie Creep possesses ‘Super Saiyan Gazza Mi Seh Strength’ and will not be letting you go for a loooooooooooooooong time because in Yardie Creep terms this means that he now owns you and he has done backed 3 dragon stouts and a magnum so "ah party mi seh".

05) Staircase: This one can be either on the staircase or at the bottom of the staircase. What’s the difference? I hear the women ask while wrapping their hair with their £7 Vauxhall market Gucci headscarf! If a man is standing at the bottom of the stairs he is probably just window shopping trying to look up skirts and dresses. However if he is on the stairs he is trying to grab you picking off the one he likes in an attempt to separate you from your friends like a grape from a bunch.

04) By a Pillar: Let me explain the significance of a pillar. Due to its shape, if large enough, a creep can strategically place himself in a position where he can observe from behind the pillar and slowly begin to rotate around until he is within death grip positioning and then POW!!!! He’s got her and performs the death roll taking her round the other side of the pillar where her friends can’t see her.

03) Corridors: Creeps will line up in a corridor just reaching and grabbing whatever walks past and pulling it in. The corridor if wide enough will be occupied on both sides and have waving monkey paws all the way down looking like a Third World coral reef of death trying to suck in its prey

02) The darkest corner in the room: a creep will always know how to map out a room and find the most dingily illuminated corner for him to grab his victim and his her ear with hot thirsty breath leaving his victim with a ear full of residue and a broken wrist. The thing about this corner is, he stays in it all night emerging from the shadows every now and then for feeding time which involves gently pressing his crutch on a girls behind while she is dancing and when she moves back on him he just drags her into the darkness not to be seen for another 20minutes or so.

01) Outside the women’s toilets: This is a haven for the modern creep. A creep knows that at some point EVERY woman is going to go in there so he will wait outside the toilet and just go on a gripsing spree, grabbing anything he can like its 1994 and he’s on 'Fun House'. The professional creep knows that a woman that has drank a lot that night will constantly be going to the toilet, with the possibility of her not washing her hands, but does he care NOOOOOOOOOOO, if he had a suitcase full of fucks and could right all the wrongs in the world he wouldn’t give not one fuck. He just grabs away like a Octapuss (no typo) creeping at every possible opportunity forgetting who he has already creeped on, creeping on friends, sisters, cousins he just don’t give a fuck, each conversation lasting on average of 23.4 seconds.

Hopefully you guys have found this Top 10 informative and resourceful and can accordingly plan your partying experience.

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Sunday, 26 February 2012

Bitches Love Poetry

Connections of a greater purpose or higher meaning
Questioning reality are we nightmare-ing or day dreaming
Subjugated by thoughts of loneliness but bound by loves shackles
We went half on a baby and now that’s our love chattel.
The mind ponders with decisions of fight, flight or freeze
Strategically assessing the scenario with what we want to achieve.
Do we fight for what we know once was, but now is lost?
Do we take flight from the fight and take the loss?
Or do we freeze time, relations remaining inactive in evolution
And procrastinate its inevitable demise, with no solution?
Blinded by love but it is still clear to see,
An unhealthy relationship giving way for hate to breed.
Is it you loving me, me loving you or you just love, love as a notion?
Now I hate hating you, you hating me, now hate hates holding our devotion.
So we froze time, ignoring signs, leaving broken things as they were
If we had just let it go instead of let it flow we would be civilised, I’m sure on that we can concur
So the baby suffers a dysfunctional broken home a victim of circumstance,
We both look at our gift from God and shed a tear while the devil starts to dance.
They say it’s better to have love and lost, than to never have loved at all,
But when losers love who have never won, winning is a concept that doesn’t stand very tall.
So we hope and pray one day to get back to how things once were whilst clasping on a rosary
I’m not sure if some prayers meant to be answered, but I do know that bitches love poetry!

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Friday, 17 February 2012

Why I hate squirrels!!!

First of all let me say this FUCK SQUIRRELS!!! I hate the lil bastards. You’re probably thinking "How can he hate squirrels, they are so cuddly and cute?" Yea, I'm sure Bin Laden had some cute baby pics but look how that turned out. Let me tell you the story behind my hatred for these lil bushy tailed faggots.

It all started when I was around 8 years old. I was a happy little child without a care in the world (still had a very round head tho, smh.) All I wanted to do is run and play in the park and be one with Gods creations. On the day in question I was with my best friend from primary school, who I subsequently stopped talking to at a later date after I found out that he felt it interesting to taste his own urine by pissing in a bottle and drinking it, it was at that point that I realised maybe I need to re-evaluate this friendship because I’m not about this urine tasting life, but that’s a whole other story altogether...I digress... So we were in the park riding our bikes and doing things that 8 year olds do... nah, but seriously this dirty nigga really took the time out to piss in a bottle and taste it and give a synopsis of what it tasted like afterwards like it’s a fuckin wine tasting event tho.... yet again I digress...you know what let me just stick to the story of why I hate squirrels. Aaaaaaaanywho we are riding our bikes through Peckham Rye park and we stop when we see a squirrel and I pick up an acorn or a pine cone or whatever the fuck the lil cunts eat and held out my hand to give it to him/ her and the bastard took it and shanked me with its claws. As I blood gushed from my potentially fatal wound which would surely need close to 139 stitches and probably severed various vital nerve ends leading to years of subsequent physiotherapy, my 8 years on this earth flashed before my eyes the first thought I had was "who shall I leave my Ninja Turtle toys and premier league shiny stickers to in my will"... ok maybe it wasn’t that bad, it was just a lil scratch but there was still blood and it did hurt. I swear the squirrel threw up a 'P' for Pecknarm before running off up the tree with the gift of kindness I presented him with. What pissed me of the most about this whole scenario is that he took my friends acorn in quite a friendly manner and even seemed to give him a friendly 'yardie head nod' afterwards as if to say "nuh seh nuttin, yuh ah real yout" and didn’t shank him. And this is why I hate squirrels.


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You gotta start somewhere

I think one of the hardest things in life is to decide where your starting point is. You have made a conscience decision to do something...well, now what? What's next? Why should anyone even care? With that being said I have decided to take my random thoughts to a larger canvass and break free of the oppressive shackled cotton fields of 140 characters on twitter and I have purchased my freedom papers and proceeded to write blogs and rap lyrics about bad bitches and claiming JSA on the back of them.

Now lets clear this up before I even start, I'm not here to make anyone feel good about themselves and all warm and gooey inside, I'm not here to make women fall hopeless in love with me and crave my keyboard finger strokes to grace their bosom (although that would be nice, grabbing a titty will always put a smile on my face...well unless they feel like a bag burnt toast crust, in that particular scenario u can keep them burnt breakfast boobies to yourself babe)...I digress. I just write whatever comes to mind at that particular point in time and you either enjoy it or you don’t it’s as simple as that.

So what now?? I hear you scream at the top of your lungs from the balcony of your council estate while clutching your laptop waving it side to side in an attempt to pick up signal to log onto one of your neighbours wireless networks...errrrm...I'm not exactly sure but hey, you gotta start somewhere!

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