sanctification

An old dub song inexplicably came to mind when the holy mob next door began their ruckus this morning. To the best of my recollection it went something like this:

 

The deacon’s wife had some problems

So he took to the pastor to solve them

He said woman what you need is some prayer

Let me tell you you’ve come the right hour

 

And he put to lie on a bed

Placed a bible under head

Lay down on her belly

And this is what he said

 

Woman the word of god is beneath thy head

The son of man now lay on thy breast

The rod of correction is in thy hole

So shake that ass to save thy soul

 

And she shake she shake she shake

 

2 comments June 28, 2009

blame it on the alcohol

Was my intention to post this from my phone last night.

 

Safe nigga music michael j billy ocean bobby before whitney that eighties shit white chicks lite up fuck demtoco doin well wont shut the fuck up damn my brethren has abandoned me even tho im standin rite nex to him he’s heard the siren song of white pussy token faggot in the clique oh no they went neyo i can see this nite goin further downhill thank god for alcohol i tink theyre playin the whole neyo album damn look at that waist move fuck im getting wasted where the hell is my girl where did all these white people come from damn I can count the niggros sah 1 2 3 yep dats it i need a refill no fuckin absolut damn ah fuck enrique donde estas corazon don’t ask madonna of course damn my fren seems to be outta favour now a fairer nigga has taken his place I hate rum it fucks me up all they have is cheap vodka ah well i’ll sip on the worlds best eldofuckinrado wtf theres a penguin on the roof the fuckin macarena can u beleev this shit ok now theres dat song abt guyanese women in barbados thiefin bajan men lol wtf i need alcohol now we gon brazilian my bredrens on the other white chicks case this nigga is relentless another nigga into manlove jus rolled up like hes the shit boom boom pow another chick lites up wtf am i doin here?

p.s im dancing to timeka marshall, its official, im shitfaced

p.p.s how hard is it for a lesbian to get laid splayed and flayed…jus askin

 

1 comment June 28, 2009

texting lolita

 

Unknown Number (UN): hi

Me: hi urself, who this?

UN: michelle, chris fren.

Me: chris? i dunno any chris. from where?

UN: from herstelling.

Me: dont know anyone like dat.

UN: ur not james?

Me: no.

UN: who u?

Me: kwesi.

UN: I GON KILL CHRISSS!!!!

Me: stop shoutin.

UN: lol. u funny. wat u do?

Me: work. u?

UN: where?

Me: a newspaper. which school u from?

UN: how yu know i go to school?

Me: im psychic.

UN: lol. (school name deleted). how old are u?

Me: too old.

UN: how old?

Me: 31.

UN: GOD U ANCENT!!!

Me: ancient. stop shoutin.

UN: how old u tink am?

Me: …

UN: guess nuh

Me: 17

UN: nop. 15 in agust.

Me: bye. gotta work.

 

 

P.S. GT&T’s dollar text is a helluva deal.

12 comments June 22, 2009

Failing and Flying

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.

It’s the same when love comes to an end,

or the marriage fails and people say

they knew it was a mistake, that everybody

said it would never work. That she was

old enough to know better. But anything

worth doing is worth doing badly.

Like being there by that summer ocean

on the other side of the island while

love was fading out of her, the stars

burning so extravagantly those nights that

anyone could tell you they would never last.

Every morning she was asleep in my bed

like a visitation, the gentleness in her

like antelope standing in the dawn mist.

Each afternoon I watched her coming back

through the hot stony field after swimming,

the sea light behind her and the huge sky

on the other side of that. Listened to her

while we ate lunch. How can they say

the marriage failed? Like the people who

came back from Provence (when it was Provence)

and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.

I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,

but just coming to the end of his triumph.

 

Jack Gilbert (2005)

5 comments June 21, 2009

burnham and power sharing

It’s interesting the things you come across when you’re online. I was actually looking for photos of Ranji Chandisingh, a former PPP minister and PNC General Secretary/ Deputy Prime Minister who died recently, when I came across a reference to the title of this post.

You can read a bit about it here.

Add comment June 16, 2009

something fishy here?

Pretty much everyone takes the official announcement that President LFS Burnham died on August 6, 1985 as gospel. So why would the party that he founded and led until his death state on its website that he died on June 8, 1985?

June 8, 1985
President Forbes Burnham, S.C., O.E. dies in office.

July 8, 1985
Prime Minister Hugh Desmond Hoyte, S.C. succeeds President Forbes
Burnham, S.C., O.E., as Leader of the Party and second Executive
President of Guyana.

What’s the possibility of them getting both those dates wrong? Check here for more.

1 comment June 16, 2009

3 comments June 16, 2009

the greasy rainbow

i saw a rainbow today

there was a chinee shop at one end

and a pile of garbage at the other with a mad woman singing in the rain

she clutched her clothes and

bleated her notes

as passersby took detours

i saw a schoolgirl with a tiger on her back

and lilies on her feet

step daintily through the holes

and the grass was greener and had a bright sheen

like greasy lips after

chowmein

i saw garbage men on duty and a conductor

smile sweetly

and a bus that wasn’t overload

these things i saw

as i sipped my tea

on a rainy tuesday morn.

——-

Really wasn’t my intention to upset y’all  day with bad poetry but I wanted to put this down and last time I checked this was still my blog. lol.

1 comment June 16, 2009

one

marijuana eyes

splayed limbs on a cardboard mat

rats feasting nearby

2 comments June 15, 2009

today in history: june 15, 2008

Over the last two weeks I’ve been invited to a three-some, an orgy, a private pool party and flashed with nude pics. Prior to these I had an invitation to a 2 a.m swim, a home-call ‘body-beautifying session’ offer and a visa-wedding proposal. Were I to say that I refused all offers would bring down the curses of men all over the world on me. Some men spend their entire lifetimes fantasizing about a few of these opportunities. And here I am, all in the space of a single month. My secret? Fidelity. That’s the only thing I can think of because I’m no Denzel nor am I loaded with cash. I keep to myself and it’s generally known that I have a girl studying abroad who’ll be back home in a matter of weeks. But it seems as though the only men some women like being committed are their own.

I can see women reading this and saying they are not only interested in money and looks; that maybe it’s my finer (?) qualities that are the attraction, or that my freak magnet is working overtime. I agree to the first which in no way negates that they are interested in money and looks. As for my finer qualities, so they are willing to climb over another sister to get a good man? That’s fucked up. And finally, I’m attracting freaks. Let me state now, there’s nothing freaky about a three-some in these times. The number of girls I know who are willing to ménage a trois is growing, or maybe that’s just my horizons expanding. Bottom line, people are a lot more adventurous and liberated about sex, despite HIV/AIDS and other diseases.

After all that I must say I refused all offers. Serious loss of man points as a friendwould say.

—————————–

This text message just in:

“is ur penis still attached cause I was @ a lolly pop party last night and the lolly I was sucking taste and looked like urs

I have never had sexual relations with that woman.

10 comments June 15, 2009

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