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Idle Delilah

Delilah was a curious girl much to the dismay of her mother.

Like other little girls she had a fondness of all things feminine and had a special affinity for her mother’s fancy vanity. She spent several hours at the gold-trimmed victorian mirrors applying scented face powders and red lipstick under the care of her Mammy Ms. Maisley. She was the youngest of the Lynch children. Her next sibling, John John, 7 years her senior spent his time playing with the Bush boys leaving Delilah all alone. John John’s summers were full of days playing catch, trapping unfamiliar insects, and fishing near Broken Black river. While Delilah spent most of her days sitting on her family’s front porch idling away playing with imaginary friends, her Jacks, and the collection of dolls she amassed from her father’s travels; she longed to travel into the fields to make friends with some of the Negro children.

Maisley was one of the Lynch family’s eldest and wisest servants, and spent her life raising several generations of Lynch children, including Delilah’s father. Much to Maisley’s surprise, as repayment for her years of loyalty and care, her own son would loose his life to one of the children she spent her lifetime caring for. When Delilah’s father was just becoming a man, barely old enough to herd cattle or control his own horse, he beat and murdered Maisley’s son for accidentally tipping and spilling a bail of cotton. It had been 23 years since Maisley gathered her son’s body from the bottom of the Artubus tree, or spoke her last word. Nowadays, she sat quietly, responding gently to requests made of her, and watching little Delilah when Mrs. Lynch was away from the plantation or otherwise occupied.

Ms. Maisley heard everything and saw even more.

Delilah’s mother Lilith was a compassionate but suspicious woman. Her family was one of the most affluent southern families of the time. They were descendants of the royal crown and since their arrival in the Americas, amassed a fortune trading cotton, sugar cane, tobacco, and slaves for a living. While most madams of similar stature, were full of pride, basking in the glory of their good fortune and prosperity, Lilith remained uneasy and lived with a gnawing fear. Instead of hosting lavish tea and dinner parties to posture for other wealthy families, she kept watch over Delilah; making sure she never wandered off the porch into the fields with their Negro slaves.

Lilith also knew that people hated her husband as much as they loved her husband.

She knew the stories of her family’s wealth and the torture many slaves endured at the hands of her husband Luther Luciferian Lynch traveled far and wide across the south, patronizing the fears of slaves and antagonizing the wealth and egos of other plantation owners who’s fortunes paled in comparison to the Lynch family’s riches.

Luther Luciferian Lynch was as famous as he was rich. He was a famous writer and speaker who gave spirited instruction to other slave owners who aspired to be as wealthy as he, and who wanted to control unruly slaves.

Luther was as smart as he was destructive, but had no idea that the instruction his letters provided, would survive for thousands of years, lending direction long after he and his children’s children returned to the earth, on how to mangle and control the minds of countless generations of his slaves’s children’s children children.

Luther was a cruel man but he adored Delilah. He loved her more than any of his other children and Delilah loved him dearly. “Idle Delilah” is what he called her because whenever he would return from a business trip, he would find Delilah sitting absolutely still, waiting for him on the family’s porch. Upon return from his business trips, Luther looked forward to the first glimpses of Delilah’s two red bows, beautiful round face, peachy cheeks, and trusting eyes when she would hear his carriage approaching the plantation’s pebbled dirt road. Delilah knew whenever “poppa” would return from a trip, he would bring new toys, exciting stories, and other treats just for her.

It was only when Lilith recognized Lucifer’s blistery, red, sweaty skin which had been permanently burned from his long carriage trips under the hot southern sun, would she relax her watch over Delilah and permit her to run down the porch steps to greet him.

“Poppa!” Delilah would delightfully greet Luther. In his southern redneck drawl, Luther would return Delilah’s warm greeting with a big hug and “What has my Idle Delilah been up to since I’ve been gone?” and immediately present his precious little girl with a new gift he had picked out especially for her. As he carried his Delilah back to the house, the trail of affectionate chatter between Lucifer and his “Idle Delilah” would stir a sense of resentment in the Negros toiling the fields. Too afraid to show signs of their loathing, each slave would quietly bow their heads and return their focus to picking, plowing, digging, and slowly dying in the Lynch fields. Despite their efforts to conceal their feelings, Lilith knew the Negros hated Lucifer as much as they feared Lucifer. And as much as she enjoyed the comfort and luxuries that their sacrifices granted, she felt dreadful about their suffering; but was very afraid that her husband’s bestial nature would turn on her, if she ever said a word. So as routine would have it, she quietly sympathized, bowed her head and gracefully moved into the interior of the great house.

Much to her dismay, Lilith knew that Delilah was curious. For Delilah possessed a curiosity that transcended all reason, fear, and furtive warnings from her, about the dangers of journeying off and mingling with the Negros who she knew loathed Luther so much. Ignoring her mother’s warning it was a daily occurrence, that Lilith would find Delilah behind the Negro quarters playing Jacks with Othea, a small Negro girl who befriended Delilah, and Delilah’s only friend.

Despite Othea’s mother’s warnings about the dangers of playing with Delilah, Othea would sneak off behind her shack to play with Delilah before she would be caught by Mrs. Lynch.

One day Othea’s luck had run out when she was caught playing with little Delilah by Mr. Lynch instead of the Mrs. Lynch. After chasing Othea into the fields and around the Arbutus tree that stood watch over the plantation, Mr. Lynch cornered Othea against the Arbutus and began delivering powerful kicks, punches, and lashes to her frail adolescent body, as her mother stood crippled by fear, too afraid to make a sound, or any attempt to help her suffering daughter. Othea’s mother knew that if she moved or made a sound, Mr. Lynch’s wrath would instantly turn on her, or force the life out of Othea’s bleeding body.

Othea’s mother remained absolutely still starring past her little girl into the dense vegetation that surrounded the arbutus tree, feeling ashamed and defeated, until she heard the door slam to Mr. Lynch’s home, before quickly moving in to lift Othea’s body from the bottom of the Arbutus tree.

As much as Luther Luciferian knew that he was loved, he knew that he was hated.

And as much as Lilith missed Lucifer when he was traveling, she loved it when he was home. And as cruel as he was arrogant, Lucifer lived without fear. Lucifer knew that he had built up quite a dangerous reputation and never worried about being disobeyed by anyone, lest they suffer the violent consequences. It was Luther’s careless arrogance, and Lilith’s excitement to have him home, after his recent travels which left them both distracted one summer afternoon. It was late in the afternoon after all the slaves had retired for the day, and the sun began its descent towards the east, when Delilah moved past the kitchen and out the back door without a trace. Maisley spotted Delilah as she hastily moved past her cabin and then the Arbutus tree, but said nothing. Maisley watched Delilah continue until the back of her frilly powder white dress disappeared into the dense dark forrest behind the Lynch property.

After inspecting the slave quarters and questioning each black face about Delilah’s whereabouts, Luther returned to the great house to the twisted crimson face of the woman he loved almost as much as Delilah.

It was the first time that Lilith ever challenged Luther. Her words were gentle but full of contempt towards the man she loved so much until then, when she found her disgust united with the others who hated Luther as much as they admired him. Her usually calm and gentle demeanor was now colored with rage and hatred towards Luther, and the reputation he worked so hard to build, as she quietly said “Luther people hate you as much as they you fear you. And I hate myself as much as I hate you now. You did this. You did this to our little girl. You’re always so sure. What are we to do now?” Unsure of what to do…Luther now stood powerless and face to face with someone who hated him as much as he loved Delilah.

It had been three days since the last time anyone saw Delilah when two of the Moby boys, who were known for their affinity for whisky and futile wandering spotted something at the crossroads ahead of them. Each day, after too much whisky, Paul and Clifford would journey onto the back roads in search of something that they never found; or would ever be sober enough to know exactly what they were looking for.

But this day was different. Up ahead on the dusty road they could make out a small crumpled white figure perched against a fence mere steps from the crossroad.

Unsure of what they discovered ahead, they quickly moved in closer.

Paul, the taller of the two brothers grabbed a rickety tree branch and began poking and prodding the object. Pliable and sticky the small shape emitted a nauseating odor of burnt flesh and tar, and was covered in white feathers. After several pokes and then rolling the object on its side, the identity of a small body was revealed.

“What the hell is that?” Clifford demanded.

Startled by the gruesomeness of the lifeless body, Clifford became instantly sober, jumping and falling backwards into the middle of the dusty road.

“Holy shit Paul! Do you think that could be the Lynch kid?” Clifford asked.

Realizing his brother was too disheveled to speak, Paul roughly dragged his brother to his feet and insisted they run to get help.

Since Delilah disappeared, both Mr. and Mrs. Lynch kept watch from their porch in hopes that news of Delilah’s whereabout would soon arrive, and Delilah would be returned home safely.

Lilith Lynch knew that people hated her husband as much as they loved her husband. And when Paul and Clifford came scampering up the road out of breath, she knew that they did not have good news.

Luther Luciferian Lynch knew that people feared him as much as they hated him and still refused to believe that anyone would dare do anything to his Delilah. However, when Paul removed his hat, bowed his head and said “Mr. Lynch, I think you need to see this” he now believed otherwise and followed Paul and Clifford to the spot where they’d discovered the mocked and lifeless child’s body.

Since Lilith knew that people hated her husband as much as they loved her husband, she followed behind slowly, carrying a soft white cotton blanket that she would use to carry Delilah home.

By the time Lilith met Lucifer in the middle of the road Delilah’s whereabouts were no longer a mystery. The beautiful round face and trusting eyes that were once full of life, was now replaced by a charred indistinguishable shape that had been singed, tarred, and covered with feathers. Lucifer had already cradled and lifted Delilah’s folded body, and now offered it to Lilith who wrapped her in the soft white cotton blanket.

Lucifer and Lilith walked quietly until they were out of Paul and Clifford’s sight.

Maisley who always kept watch from the porch when Mrs. Lynch was a away was the first to see Mr. and Mrs. Lynch carrying Delilah past the Artubus tree, then past her shack, and then through the back door until they were out of sight with Idle Delilah.

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So How Did We End Up Here Between The Future and The Past. (This is the prelude to my book, unedited)

Once upon a time there was a container, and the container was filled with space. Inside the space was a white light and dark matter. The dark matter was blind, non-reflective and fixed in space, but was otherwise happy and content with HIS existence. The white light was bright, shiny and omnipresent; It was completely aware of itself, the dark matter and the boundaries of the container.

As the space began to expand, the container did as well and the light did subsequently. The dark matter stayed the same size, remaining happy and content with his existence, unaware of anything other than himself. As the light grew in size it became more and more aware of itself. The light soon became the most present essence in the space and could see everything. It was all so impressed by it’s ability to be everywhere at once, that it soon began to think of Itself as superior to the dark matter. So one day, the light told the dark matter that IT was GOD.

The Light said, “Fear Me, Fear Me!!, for i am God! and I am everywhere!”

The Dark Matter was confused and asked, “Excuse me, but what is God? and where is everywhere?”

The Light responded, “Everywhere, is anywhere i am!, and God is I!”

The dark matter, still perplexed replied, “I’m sorry. I do not know what “I” is... What is “I”?”

The light says, “ “I” is Me.!”

Matter: “What is, “Me?”

Light: ME, is YOU.

Matter: “What is, “You?”

Light: “”You,” is YOURSELF, and I am I, and I am GOD.

Matter: So ..., I am GOD?

Light: No! I am God! and ye shall fear me!

Matter: I’m sorry, but if Myself is “You”, and “You” is “Me,” and “Me” is “I,” and “I” is God. that means that I am God!

And then it was so... the Dark Matter was now “GOD”!

He was so happy and delighted with himself. This was a joyous day in the space. The light soon grew to be very jealous of the dark matter and his happiness. Now annoyed, frustrated and running out of ways to convince the dark matter of It’s superiority, it began to tease him for being blind, and unable to move.

The light said: “What an unlucky existence, to be such a sightless and stationary God.... for if you cannot see, then you cannot KNOW, and if you cannot KNOW, then you cannot be GOD. For GOD KNOWS and SEES everything.”

The dark matter was extremely hurt and perplexed at this point. He never knew he was blind!!! He never knew couldn’t move!! He never knew he was dark, and never knew he didn’t know!! How could a God be so unlucky? The dark matter began to cry and feel sorry for himself. The light laughed at The Dark Matter’s despair with great personal pleasure, for he would never be able to see or know, and he could never be GOD.

The Light’s evil behavior towards the dark matter angered The Space greatly, for space and matter were the only reasons the Light could have an existence at all! For without space, there would be nowhere for the light to BE and without matter, there would be nothing to see!

One day the space devised a great punishment for the Light’s nastiness. He felt as though the light did not deserve to know; especially if it was to flaunt its knowledge to mistreat others, and that it did not deserve to see, especially if it couldn’t even appreciate the very notion of sight. He decided to switch the likenesses and abilities of the two for eternity as a grand punishment to the light, and as a great consolation to the dark matter.

So now there was illuminated matter, and dark space.

Now that The Dark Matter could see and know, he gathered himself up into one big ball of white-hot mass and named himself, “The Sun.” This was the first thing he knew of his new knowledge. The Sun was at first very sad and lonely for all he knew was himself. He did not know what to do with his new sight, as all the space was dark, and there was absolutely nothing else to see! And if he could not see, then he could not know, and if he could not know, then he could not be GOD. All of this new information was very confusing for him. He was much happier when he could not see, much happier before he KNEW.

But he figured, that if he found something to see, he would have then found something to know, and then, he could finally be GOD!

But he had no idea of where to begin.

Since he was always fixed in space he had no idea of how to move, or even of where to go once he figured out how to move! It was scary, lonely and dark, but The Sun was determined to be God.

So he did what came to him instinctually. He started with a jerk, a tumble, a spazz, and a swirl, and before he knew it he was tumbling in a circle!

**write about how the space owns gravity and rounds him out into a sphere. The same way when a water bottle is opened in space, it will make the water turn into a sphere.

He span and span and span, making the space swirl all around him in a counter-clockwise direction, pulling all of the edges of the container towards him and suddenly, SNAP! the edges of the container break!

SPACE ONLY ESCAPES THE CONTAINER TO FILL ANOTHER ONE.

As this next container was the second dimension and it was completely flat, it too burst immediately and The Sun was now then in the third dimension. This new dimension was full of all sorts weird of shit!

There were an infinite amount of tiny matter forms in this new dimension. Lots of strange soundwaves, weird scents, gaseous clouds, swaths of dust, yet no light of it’s own. With all that existed here, everything seemed to be dark and still.

Dead almost.

Nothing could see or move but him... Everything was reflecting his light and he could finally see something! He was so amazed by the sight of everything that he completely forgot about his quest to become God and went out in search of things to see. Before he set out to see more, he gathered up a large amount of tiny matter forms and illuminated them. He then took them and threw them up and away from himself as far as he could. This created the stars and allowed the sun to see into all the corners of this container.

He was so delighted with everything in this new dimension. The stars he’d thrown forth organized themselves across the space in seven distinct, differently colored sections which he named as follows: RED, ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN, BLUE, INDIGO, AND VIOLET. As the stars shined brighter and the colors became more vivid, the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard before began to fill the space. The sound was so enchanting and mesmerizing. He was desperate to find out what it was.

He followed the sound until he came upon the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. He had no idea what it was but he immediately knew that it was different from him because of how he felt as he approached it. He had never felt this feeling before! He had no idea of what this feeling was!!

It was a violet orb fixed in the space, unable to see or move, but The Sun could see it. And It, was singing loud enough for him to hear the sound wherever he was in the space.

As The Sun approached it he politely asked, “Excuse me but, what are you?”

It stopped singing for a second and replied, “I, Sir am a Woman!” she immediately continued singing..

A WOMAN... Wow.

A Woman... how beautiful, how pretty, violet and petite. What a sight she was to see. If To be God was to know, and to know was to see, then only thing he wanted to see or know in his time as God was Her. He was now delighted with himself and his existence as GOD and rejoiced.

After a deep moment of fixation on her and her enchating activities, he once again interrupted her and asked, “Excuse me dear Woman, but what are you doing?”

She replied, “I am Singing!” She smiled and then continued singing.

He interjected, “I am God!”

Woman: “Really?”

The Sun: “Yes!”

Woman: “Cool!” She giggled and then continued singing.

The Sun: “Can you see?”

Woman: “Nope,”

The Sun: “Well, if you can’t see, then how do you KNOW that you are in fact a woman? For if you cannot see, then you cannot know.”

Woman: “Ehh......”

The Woman was very confused and somewhat offended at this point. She had no idea why this man was calling himself God and asking her if she could see and how she in fact actually knew she was a woman. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? The Sun so fixed and entranced on this beautiful woman, noticed that he was beginning to make her very uncomfortable. He immediately stopped questioning her and began to shower her with a series of compliments.

The Sun: “You are Beautiful. The very sight of you is nothing I have ever seen before. Your face is sweet and violet colored, your singing is angelic. What a vision you are. I am such a lucky god to have happened upon you.”

Woman: “Why thank you sir!,” she squealed. “But, how do you know that I am beautiful?”

The Sun: “For I am God, and I can see you.”

The woman was astounded yet still very confused. The Sun later said,

The Sun: “Such an alluring vision surely deserves to see itself, for to see is to know, and you, Woman, deserve to know what a beauty you are.”

And then it was so, The Sun illuminated the Woman and she saw how beautiful she was. Her skin was soft and purple, and her lavender clouds clouded all around her face. Now that she could see herself and knew for sure that she was in fact a beautiful woman, she called herself “Venus.” Venus was amazed to see all the things sight had to offer. She loved all the different color stars, and absolutely loved her bright sweet berry hue that The Sun called violet. Now that she was illuminated, The Sun saw it fit for her to be his wife.

The Sun: “Dearest Venus, the violet vision that I adore. The singing angel whose voice rings as bright as she now shines. The alarming voice that delicately reaches the outermost corners of the space, will you be my wife?”

Venus was very happy now that she was illuminated. She thought The Sun to be very handsome, and felt some what indebted to him for his kind doing. She would love to be his wife. The only problem was that she was already married to a man ... a man who was very rapidly approaching the scene.

Man: “Halt, who goes there?... Woman.... Who are you talking to? and Who told you to stop singing?!”

Venus: “My name, is VENUS, and I am beautiful, and I am talking to God!”

Man: “What?, Who is God? and what hath he said to you to make you disobey me? For I am Man, and I cannot see!! and I really need you to keep singing because it’s dark and i’m blind and i don’t know where i’m going otherwise!!... ”

Venus and this Man had been together forever and she had a great love for him. He was handsome and Red, but their relationship was really co-dependent the Man used her as a sound-anchor of sorts. When Mars would travel out into the space, Venus would sit fixed in the space and sing so he could follow her voice and find his way home. In return he would vow to protect and keep her safe from kidnappers, rapists and fungus.

Fungus was a really big problem in the space. Live colonies of fungus often traveled from planetesimal to planetesimal completely inhabiting and then destroying it before floating back into space and moving on to another.

Aside from keeping her safe, her husband had never before told her she was beautiful, or described her face as violet. He had never before complimented her angelic voice, and mostly, he would never have the powers to be able to give to her that which God had just bestowed upon her. She found the very thought of going back to the darkness simply impossible to bear. But now that she could see, she saw how attractive her man actually was and was absolutely torn. Venus was so happy now that she was illuminated, and could not possibly go back to being blind, for she now knew how beautiful she was and wouldn’t trade her newly found beauty for anything in the world.

The Sun invited the Red Man to be illuminated in exchange for Venus. As Venus was going to leave with the Sun regardless of what answer he gave, The Man reluctantly accepted the trade. Now that he could see, he called himself, “Mars” and then it was so.

Now that The Sun and Venus were Husband & Wife, they fell deeply in love and had passionate sex under the colorful stars.

**Mars looked on in jealousy and defeat as he listened to the sound of his dear Venus orgasming louder than he’s ever heard. But was happy to watch as this was one of his first times seeing anything, and seeing was amazing! For to see, was to know! (Just sorta sucks that the first thing he knows is that his wife likes another man’s dick more. :(

The fruit of this consummation was two small iron balls; Mercury and Baby Earth. Mercury was strong and of solid character. He was very close to his father and very protective of his younger sibling. As a young man of very stealthy character, he had a great memory and an immaculate vocabulary. He took note of everything he saw and in time became an excellent communicator. Baby Earth was the bigger one of the two, but she was not very healthy. As a youngster she was always sick and always had to be looked after by her big brother Mercury.

One day, Venus noticed a spot on one of Baby Earth’s ears. This worried her greatly as she suspected it was the beginning of fungal growth on Earth’s surface. And it was. The Sun and Venus knew nothing of what to do to help their sick child. Desperate and in agony, Venus began to sing a song to invite anyone who knew of how to help her sick child. The first, was a Blue Man. This blue man was considered a great sorcerer as he was the only person in the space who knew how to create water. The Sun and Venus knew nothing of water and certainly weren’t in the mood for a science lesson, So the Sun agreed to illuminate this blue man in exchange for his help with Baby Earth. The Blue Man flushed baby earth with water and was then illuminated by the Sun. Now that his blue man could see himself, he called himself “Neptune,” and then it was so. As the water roared about the Earth’s surface, the fungal colony was lifted and swept into motion with the water. The Sun, Venus, Mercury, Mars and Neptune watched on as the event unfolded. As the water settled, a large oddly-shaped rust colored mass emerged as the water swirled around it.

Venus turned to her husband and said

Venus: “Dearest Sun, for if you are God then surely you can save our dying child. My eyes are weak and my heart is heavy, i cannot bear to watch my child die.”

The sun felt weak and helpless as he had no idea of what to do. He thought to himself, What kind of God was he? What kind of god knew not how to save his own child?

As the planets all continued to watch, the mass on Baby Earth began to fragment, and the pieces began moving away from each other. The planets were all puzzled. Surely the child could not be getting better, but he definitely wasn’t dead, so Venus took a deep breath and began to sing again hoping that someone else would come and help her sick child. The next to come were three massive men. One orange, one yellow, and one green. These massive men were the largest things anyone had ever seen, and they smelled terrible. They introduced themselves as three wise men from the 5th dimension who have come here to worship Baby Earth, for he was the magic planet. This all seemed very suspicious to the rest of the planets as they had no idea of what the fuck these “wise men” were talking about, but were desperate to save their child. The three wise men approached Baby earth one by one. They each placed three large clouds over the planet, joined hands, and began to pray. Soon enough, each of the masses on baby earth began turning green and the earth seemed to be getting worse!

The Sun asked: “What have you done?, what is that? what is happening to my child?”

The three wise men answered: “Life is happening!, This is the beginning of time!”

The Sun: “Life? Time? What is Life and what is time?”

Wise Men: “Life is Time, and Time is now, and then.”

The Sun: “What is now, and what is then?”

Wise Men: “Now is here, and then is there.”

The Sun: “Where is There?”

Wise Men: “There is Everywhere!”

The Sun: “So... Life and Time is everywhere?”

Wise Men: “Not quite. See, “Time,” is the total measured account of all events that have occurred, are occurring, or are set to occur thus measured by the dominant species’ collective ability to rationalize and remember what they see. For it is only through the reception of your light through their eyes, that time exists!”

The Sun: “So, Time is Light?”

Wise Men: “Precisely!”

The Sun: “So if God is Light, and Light is Time, Does that make Time, God?

Wise Men: “NO, God is Light, and Light is God. God is Time, but Time is NOT God. Time is Light, but Light is not Time. Time is the dichotomy between Light and the Soul. The division between God and Man.

The Sun: “What is The Soul?”

Wise Men: “The Soul is light inside of man.”

The Sun: “What is Man?”

Wise Men: “Man is Life!”

The Sun: “So if soul is light, and light is God, does that make the soul, God?”

Wise Men: “No. Soul is Light, and Light is God. God is the Soul, but the Soul is NOT God.”

The Sun: “And what about Man? Man is Life and Life is Man?”

Wise Men: “No, Man is Life, but Life is Not Man. Man is but a facet of Life. Life is Magic. It is a spontaneous occurence. An unexplainable event that shall serve us all as a sign of God. For Life is Magic, and Magic is God.

The Sun: “But I am the Sun! and I am God!”

Wise Men: “God is Light and Light is God. The Sun is Light, but the Sun is NOT God. For you are only the center of this domain, and there exists many other domains such as your own.”

All the planets shrieked! Was it true that their beloved Sun was in fact, not God? Mars was especially pleased by this news.

Wise Men: “See Sir, Suns are made of Light, but Light is only God’s Image. GOD is the spark from which the light comes! The grand event, the creation of all that exists. You were created as a symbol of his magnificence! Created in his image to facilitate the Evolution of Life in this domain... You’re like God’s little helper!”

The prideful Sun thought this chatter was all too patronizing. “God’s Little Helper?” Who were these heavily scented men, who’d entered his domain and infected it with the notion of “time,”? and who was God to think he could make him his helper? Who did these motherfuckers think they were?

Wise Men: “See, Sir, for you are the very reason they are here! These fungal colonies travel far and long through space to find domains with sufficient light, for light is crucial to their survival. Once in the domain, they seek the planet emitting the most positive energy patterns and implant themselves in the surface. Once on the planet the fungi react with their new environment to spontaneously spring forth many different species of Life, of which the most superior and complex is, Man. Whether or not a fungal colony may enter a new domain after the light source in the previous one dies is contingent upon the overall EVOLUTION of Man through Time. A fungal colony is only as apt for intergalactic survival as the total sum of all its Men are intellectually evolved. Man’s Intellectual evolution can be best described as an accumulation of light. “Intellect” is the term used to describe man’s light collection. Intellect is the by product of Intelligence. Intelligence is Man’s capacity to compare events experienced by his SELF, to the total sum of all events thus occurred (Soul). His Intellect serves as a rational of the total sum of all events thus experienced by his SELF, in comparison to the total sum of all events thus occurred (Soul). Time is essential to man’s evolution as it his self’s own rationalization of light by which he may recall or compare events experienced by him through fate or free-will. His total recollection of events experienced through Time is called his Memory, and Memories are stored in his mind. The Mind is composed of The Conscience, and a microcosm of the macrocosm (which is everything that exists) called, The Sub-Conscience. The Conscience is the “Self” and the sub-conscience is the Soul. One Man’s Soul is part of a greater, positive energy group called the collective sub-conscience, which is the total sum of all souls in the system. The self is part of a lesser, negative energy group called the Collective Conscience (this is where ego and free-will exists). Think of the Self as the Soul’s employee; the Self is employed by the Soul to harvest light, for when the MAN ceases to exist, the Soul will have enough energy to provide for an addition to the Collective Sub-Conscience. The collective sub-conscience is ultimately the total sum of light energy as harvested by the collective conscience to aid in the survival and evolution of LIFE on Earth and In Space, forever. Unbeknownst to the Man, his ‘Self’ is merely an agent in his and every other Man’s Soul’s eternal quest for intergalatic survival.”

The Sun was confused! All his life he’d thought he was already God, to find out that he was just another measly lightbulb that some mold wanted to worship. What a horrible existence. He’d burned his beautiful wife, his child was sick, all to find out that he was not actually God. He hated himself. This was a terrible day and he didn’t know what to do.

Wise Men: “Time is Man’s way of worshipping God. For Time is Light, and Light is God. it is how he

The Sun was very confused, he had no clue why the fungus was here to worship him, and no clue what “time,” or “life,” and his daughter had to do with it all. Time seemed to be an evil scheme of sorts but he was greatly intrigued by their talk of worship.

Wise Men: “You Sir, are The Sun. the one who illuminates everything in the space. the one who brought to earth the very light by which Man is able to collect himself from. You are a God! You are God of this Domain, bright, loving, and giving. Such a glorious God as thyself should be worshipped! For Light is Time, and Time is Light.

The Sun felt great about himself! No one else had really ever given him a pat on the back for all he had created. He never knew that he created time! He agreed that he should be worshipped for all he had done so He illuminated the Three Wise Men. He illuminated them all one by one (orange, one yellow, and one green.) and they named themselves “Jupiter,” “Saturn,” and “Uranus,” respectively.

As the Sun and Mercury continued to watch over Baby Earth, Venus began to grow very depressed over the state of her child. She felt as though The Sun had been tricked into believing the Three Wise Men about the notion of time. For he taught her, that if one could not see, then one could not know, And there was no way to see time. But she had no say over what went on, for he was God and she was not.

Venus fell into an emotional slump and began taking lots of drugs and drinking alcohol. As Venus was no longer able to look after Baby Earth, the Sun hired a midwife to look after the child while he tried to console his wife’s bleeding heart. This mid-wife was the Moon. She was young, stable and responsible. She was also very attractive and was an excellent guardian. She watched over Baby Earth as Venus was ailing and soon enough, the earth began calling the moon “Mommy.”

On certain nights when Venus was out drinking and doing drugs, the Sun would visit the Moon and the Earth to check up on his daughter’s health. The Moon and the Sun got along famously. The Moon was sweet and sober, and such a good woman to his child.Together they spoke about time in great detail, which is something he could not do with Venus. Their rapport eventually developed into an affair, and he started seeing her every night which is why the moon is illuminated in the night time.

One day when Venus returned home from one of her drunken rendezvous’ The Sun noticed an energy about her that he had never noticed before. She had slept with another man and he knew it. He stopped for a moment and thought of himself as stupid, for one of the very men he gave knowledge and light to had fucked his wife.

The Sun: “Hear me, for I am God, and my wife has been desecrated. I know one of you motherfuckers in here did it...”

Everyone, afraid to lose their illuminated status froze in silence. Since no one would answer, the Sun put a curse on Venus, making her red hot and molten. Ruining her Violet color, and disfiguring her beautiful face.

The Sun: “Now that you are ugly. No man shall ever want you.”

Venus began to cry and beg her husband for mercy. All of the planets were horrified as they looked on. How could such a loving, giving, god, turn his back on his wife and burn her?

Now that Venus was ugly, He took the Moon as his new wife and then it was so.

As time went on the different species on Earth flourished, with the Human being at the top of the animal kingdom. These humans were of interesting nature. They seemed to know how to adapt to and alter their environments as if they had some ancient knowledge of everything that existed. These humans were in fact magical. Metallurgy, Agriculture, and electricity excited the Planets. Life was amazing. it was so smart. Planets knew at once that Time was real. For Life was Time, and they could see Life.

Sistah Souljah on Bill Clinton (1992)

BIG TALK FT. RICK ROSS

BIG TALK:

ALL I KNOW IS THAT BIG TALK GOLD RINGS, GOT GOLD BUTTONS GOING UP AND DOWN MY SHEEPSKIN WE THE WOLF PACK AND IT’S A COLD SUMMER NEVER DEEP I KEEP ONE GUNNA, SAY HER NAME I MIGHT RUN UP ON YA SEND THAT TEXT I WANNA TOUCH YA GIRL, IF THEY DON’T FUCK WITH US THEN IT’S FUCK THE WORLD! ICE BOX ON MY PRINCESS, GOT A DOUBLE M ON THAT PENDANT THAT BACK END, I’M BOUT TO SPEND THAT GOT A BIG BAG AND I BEEN RICH WE MAKE LOVE AND SHE TALK SLICK G-WAGON SHE A BOSS BITCH MAJOR LEAGUE IN THAT BOY PITCH MAJOR LEAGUE IN THAT BOY BITCH MUSSOLINI WHEN I’M OUT IN ROME CLEOPATRA SHE DIPPED IN GOLD PUSSY SHOT AND SHE’S CENTERFOLD BEL-AIR AND MY MIND BLOWN ROSE AND CHECKIN’ OUT LIKE CAESAR DID SLIDE DOWN MY SWORD ???, AND SHE LOVE THE GOD PRAY YA NEVER LET ‘EM COME CRUCIFY THE BOY.

AB:

Black magic David Blane flow

Color money like a rainbow

Azealia banks keep the bank rolls Shine like illuminated Angels

Bad bitch I'm bodacious Black power but I'm no racist Balling I don't need no agent In The Maybach feeling so spacious

Focused on another hundred thou Going up another level now Niggas wilding better settle down Got the Rolex diamonds in the bezel now

Take notes get your pen and pencil With Ricky Ross we quintessential Ain't nothing here incidental We Popping off on instrumentals

Slide off in a rolls Royce I'm slaying bitches in a grey mink You can slide on it like escapades This ice on me like a skating rink

Big talk, big bank Pussy wetter than the Great Lakes And for this life ima give thanks Pray they never gonna burn a witch at the stake

All I know is that big talk This conversation just rich talk

USED TO BEING ALONE

USED TO BEING ALONE:

HOW DOES IT FEEL, TO TREAT ME THE WAY YOU DO?

WHOOOAAAA IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET OVER YA HOW DO I PREPARE, WHEN I SWORE I’D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN AND NOW YOU’RE HERE, LOOKING AS SURREAL AS BEFORE NOW THAT I, AM SO USED TO BEING ALONE

HOW DOES IT FEEL, TO TREAT ME THE WAY YOU DO?

RIOT

RIot:

WE COULD START A RI-I-I-IOT! START A RI-I-IOT! (4X)

HOLD UP HOLD UP DISORDER, WE ‘CAUSE A SCENE AND YOU’RE THE REPORTER WE GOT A RIOT ON OUR HANDS SHITS NO FUN WITH OUT THE CLAN I LIKE UNREST, UNDERSTAND? I LIKE CONFLICT AND COMMAND I LIKE GUZZLING THE APPLETON I LIKE BATTLE HAND IN HAND

OOOOOH, I’M NOT AFRAID TO FIGHT ANYTIME THE FIRE RISES

COME ON EVERYBODY- BODY (FOLLOW, FOLLOW) WE GON GET IT STARTED STARTED (LET’S GO LET’S GO) COME ON EVERYBODY- BODY (FOLLOW, FOLLOW) WE GON GET IT STARTED STARTED (LET’S GO LET’S GO)

WE COULD START A RI-I-I-IOT! START A RI-I-IOT! (4X)

HOLD UP HOLD UP FIRESTARTER, SAY THE WRONG THING AND GET YOURSELF SLAUGHTERED HOW MANY FISTS WILL IT TAKE TO LAND, TO SLAP THAT BITCH BACK TO BABYLON I LIKE UNREST UNDERSTAND I LIKE BEING IN DEMAND YOU’LL BE DEALING WITH THE CONSEQUENCE YOU’LL BE LEAVING IN AN AMBULANCE

OOOOOH, I’M NOT AFRAID TO FIGHT ANYTIME THE FIRE RISES

COME ON EVERYBODY- BODY (FOLLOW, FOLLOW) WE GON GET IT STARTED STARTED (LET’S GO LET’S GO) COME ON EVERYBODY- BODY (FOLLOW, FOLLOW) WE GON GET IT STARTED STARTED (LET’S GO LET’S GO)

WE COULD START A RI-I-I-IOT! START A RI-I-IOT! (4X)

SKYLAR DIGGINS

RIDING WITH MY NIGGAS WHO HUSTLE, WE WITH ALL OF THAT 100’S STUCK TO 100’S IN DUFFLES, TRUNK FULL OF MONEY BAGS WE IN LOVE WITH THE MONEY, AND IT LOVE US BACK BOTTOM TO THE TOP O THE GLOBE, SO WHERE THE FUCK IT’S AT? NIGGAS, BITCHES, KILLAS, BUST THAT, HUSTLA’S BALLAS GANGSTA’S, HO’S! HARLEM, BROOKLYN, QUEENS, BRONX, ON MY BACK NEW YORK CITY, YOU WITH ME LETS GET INVOLVED

I SAID THAT MONEY KEEP CALLING YEAH, IT KEEP CALLING. IF YOU AIN’T WITH THE SHITS BITCH, GET UP OFF THE TOILET SNATCH YA NIGGA SPOIL HIM DITCH HIM AND IGNORE HIM SKYLAR DIGGINS WITH THE WRIST, THAT BITCH BALLIN’ BITCH BALLIN, YEAH THAT BITCH BALLIN’ SKYLAR DIGGINS WITH THE WRIST, THAT BITCH BALLIN’ BITCH BALLIN, YEAH THAT BITCH BALLIN’

WATCH A BITCH RUN THROUGH THAT BREAD, GET IT BACK IN HALF A DAY MAKE SHIT MOVE WITHOUT MAKING MOVES I’M FEELING LIKE JEAN GRAY FEELING LIKE ‘EA, IT’S MY WAY I’M IN THE GAME. I’M ON A ROLL, I KNOCK ‘EM DOWN, BITCH STAY UP OUT MY LANE. REALLY MA, I’LL LET’EM FLY, LET ONE GO IN YOUR FRAME. I AIN’T WITH THE GAMES, NO I AIN’T WITH THE GAMES, RUN ‘EM DOWN THE ACTING SHOCKED LIKE THE JUST GOT TASED GOING THROUGH A PHASE, WHILE I’M RUNNING THROUGH THESE M’S SO MUCH LOVE, FEELS LIKE HONEYMOON WATCH THE MOTHER GOON IN HER TIMS MY BATHROOM LIKE YOUR BEDROOM BITCH BETTER CLEAN YOUR LENS AND IT’S SO MUCH, I WON’T RUN OUT OF IT I BE THE REALEST THEM BITCHES IS COUNTERFEIT WAY TOO FLY RACKING UP MILEAGE AND BALLING SO HARD I HAD TO SKIP COLLEGE BITCH!

NIGGAS, KILLAS, BUST THAT, HUSTLA’S, BALLAS GANGSTA’S, HO’S! HARLEM, BROOKLYN, QUEENS, BRONX, ON MY BACK NEW YORK CITY, YOU WITH ME LETS GET INVOLVED

CAN’T DO IT LIKE ME

CAN’T DO IT LIKE ME: BITCHES BETTER OFF LEAVING THEY MAN’S AT THE HOTEL WAITING PLAYA’S DRINKIN’ POSTED UP FLINGIN THEM BANDS THATS WHY THEM HO’S BE NAKED POPPIN’ PUSSY ROLLING IT, SHAKIN’ IT SMOKIN’ HOT, BOILING POT SHE GOT THAT CHO-CHA THAT COBRA THAT CLUTCH ‘EM UP I MAKE ‘EM WILD, I MAKE ‘EM HOLLA I BLOW THESE NIGGAS AWAY NOW WON’T FUCK A NIGGA TWICE, SMOKIN’ ACES ROLLING DICE RICE AND PEAS ON MY HIPS AND THIGHS PYTHON G-STRING HYPNOTIZE ‘EM MOTOR BOAT, MOTORBIKE YOU SHOULD LUCKY I EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE YOU YOU SHOULD BE LUCKY I SHOT YOU THAT ALLEY-OOP YOU WAS JUST CRUISING THE STREETS.

PRETTY AB, BITCHES CAN’T DO IT LIKE ME AMERICAN DREAM, PUSSY BE PEPPERMINT CLEAN YOU SWEATING THAT STEEZ, I’M HOT LIKE $100 DEGREES PRETTY AB, Y’ALL BITCHES CAN’T DO IT LIKE THIS LOOK CUSTOM BODICE THAT BOUGIE BABE, THAT DIVA DONNA THAT, -UH CHOCOLATE BOMBSHELL HONEY GLAZED, SHE BUSTIN’ OUT OF HER BUSTIER RICH NIGGAS WHAT UP? BURN THEM FUCKIN’ HUNNEDS, CHRISTIAN LACROIX FITS, FILL HER POCKETS, TRIPS TO THE TROPICS I WANT IT!!! I LET HIM SPEND HIS PAPER, BUT I NEVER LICK HIS LOLLY HE EAT MY PUSSSY OUT AND SING TO ME LIKE CHAMPAGNE PAPI LODI-DODI, NOW WHO GON FUCKING STOP ME I’M CHASING THE BUCK, I GET IT, THAT’S WHY THEM NIGGAS GOT TO WATCH ME.

WOKE UP IN THE PROJECTS ENDED UP IN TIJUANA I HAD TO FILL MY POCKETS HAD TO HOLLA AT MY GUALA’S DOLLARS, COMMAS, GET IT, THE WHOLE ENCHILADA DAME PESOS PAPI, TU PRENDE NIGGA, COPY SHOUTOUT TO MY OCKEE’S AND ALL MY FREAKY HOTTIES BITCHES GETTING MONEY, SMOKIN’ LIKE SELASSIE LET ME RUB THEM HUNNEDS ALL OVER YA BODY MAMI

PRETTY AB, BITCHES CAN’T DO IT LIKE ME Y’ALL BITCHES CAN’T DO IT LIKE THIS.

QUEEN OF CLUBS

QUEEN OF CLUBS:

COME ON DJ SPIN FOR ME, YOU PLAY THAT BEAT I’LL ROCK MY BODY I COULD FREAK THE DANCEFLOOR I COULD WORK THAT THING ALL OVER SHAWTY I’LL LEAVE YOU MY NUMBER IF YOU WANT ME BABY YOU COULD CALL ME TURN THE FUCKIN’ HEAT UP DJ, PLAY THAT BEAT I WANNA PARTY

SHE WAS DEALT THE QUEEN OF CLUBS SO TELL THE FUCKIN’ DJ TO PLAY MY FAVORITE SONG I DONT NEED THE CHAMPAGNE B I’M BLAZING UP WANNA PUT MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR, YO COME ON!

YOU KNOW THIS WAS THE LIFE I WAS BORN TO LEAD QUEEN OF THE CLUBS CAN’T YOU SEE THAT THE NIGHTTIME BELONGS TO ME UP EVERYNIGHT AND EVERYDAY

EVERYTIME I STEP IN THE CLUB IT’S A PROBLEM IT’S CRAZY EVERYTHING ON DECK: I GOT ACE, I GOT SPADES, I GOT DRUGS I DONT FUCK WITH JOKERS YOU BITCH NIGGAS NEVER COULD PLAY ME I JUST ROCK MY HEART ON MY PENDANT, THE DIAMONDS IS FROZE CHUCKIN’ UP THE DEUCES TO BITCHES THEY KNOW THAT I’M SHADY THEY DON’T LIKE ME EITHER BUT FUCK IT, THEM BITCHES IS BUST ALL MY SUITS DESIGNER, PRADA, PROENZA, VERSACE, GIMME THAT GIVENCHY, I’M THUGGIN IT OUTT!

SHE WAS DEALT THE QUEEN OF CLUBS SO TELL THE FUCKIN’ DJ TO PLAY MY FAVORITE SONG I DONT NEED THE CHAMPAGNE B I’M BLAZING UP WANNA PUT MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR, YO COME ON! YOU KNOW THIS WAS THE LIFE I WAS BORN TO LEAD QUEEN OF THE CLUBS CAN’T YOU SEE THAT THE NIGHTTIME BELONGS TO ME UP EVERYNIGHT AND EVERYDAY

ALONG THE COAST

ALONG THE COAST: OOOOOH, HEEEEEY BOY I KNOW YA KNOW, I SAID I SAY I KNOW YA KNOW THAT YOU MAKE ME EMOTIONAL, FILL MY HEART BODY AND SOUL IT’S THE PUSH AND PULL, PLEASE EXPLAIN JUST HOW YA KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME SO VULNERABLE, THIS LOVE IS A ROLLER COASTER ALONG THE COAST, COME FIND ME ALONG THE COAST SUDDEN RAINDROPS CONDENSE AND FALL FROM ABOVE ME WHEN I’M BELOW LET YOUR LOVE EXPLODE BOY PLEASE LET IT OVERFLOW DON’T RELEASE ME, DON’T LET ME GO TILL THE SUNRISES IN THE MORNING

ALONG THE COAST, COME FIND ME ALONG THE COAST CAN I WATCH WHILE YOU ROW YOUR BOAT, I LOVE THE WAY YOU STROKE IT. I KNOW YA KNOW, BOY I SAY I KNOW YA KNOW I’LL BE MISSING YOU UNTIL THE, NEXT TIME WE’RE ALONG THE COAST - YEEEAAAH

IT’S ALRIGHT FOR YOU TO TOUCH MY OOOOH HOLD ME TIGHT YOU KNOW YOU FEEL SO GOOD SPEND THE NIGHT UNDER THE STARS AND MOON MAKE IT LAST UNTIL THE AFTERNOON

DEWY DAWN A MISTY MORNING BREEZE, SET ABLAZE AND ENTIRE FOREST OF TREES. THAT’S FINE BY ME….

HOW LOW CAN YA GO, HOW DEEP DOES YOUR LOVE GO BABY LET ME LET ME KNOW, MAKE LOVE ON THE OCEAN FLOOR I KNOW YA KNOW BOY I SAY I KNOW YA KNOW I’LL BE MISSING YOU UNTIL THE, NEXT TIME WERE ALONG THE COAST.

thoughts .........

Ok, so i know i don’t usually do this as often as i should, but i feel incredibly compelled to share my thoughts with you all at this very moment. i was fooling around on my timeline today and some shit about the KKK’s and a trump rally… and blah blah yea yea… i kept reading further a saw a quote from David Duke that said “the white race is dying out in america”….

i’ve been trying to express this theory in bits and pieces on twitter, but i want to take the time to fully explain it.

so you have three main parts of ur brain. the reptilian cortex, the limbic cortex and the neocortex. The reptilian part of your brain is the part that controls shit like body temperature, blinking, respiration, and pretty much the core of your livelihood. this is where one’s survival instincts are. this is where your fight or flight response comes from. the limbic cortex is the part of the brain that controls your emotions and social interactions, family relationships and such. This is the part of your brain that helps you discern between “us” and “them”, “my family” “my husband”.. etc…. and the neo cortex is the part that makes man ambitious. this is where we get math and science, architecture and such.

when you narrow all of this information down (meaning when you yourself are in a normal state of consciousness) life comes down to a series of choices. Yes or No ….Fight or flight. It’s this internal bias that ultimately determines how successful you are in life (i use the word “successful,” subjectively). Whether you will eat or starve, sink or swim. We as animals have natural, intrinsic tendencies to mate and socialize with people of our own racial group. the same is true of all animals in the animal kingdom. Beavers mate with beavers, cats mate with cats. Its NATURAL to want and work for racial success.

My theory is that White Racism stems from a very primal fear of extinction. White racists have, at a very basic, primal, reptilian level, an inherent fear of being bred out. Their internal bias’

Think about it….. if you put a drop of milk in a cup of chocolate nothing happens right? but if you put a drop of chocolate in a cup of milk the milk is changed, forever.

it’s been scientifically proven that black genes are dominant.

“After testing 10,000 genes and analyzing the genetic makeup of 15 Americans of African descent and 20 Americans of European decent, researchers found that the Euro-Americans showed less variation than their African American counterparts.”

“The study also found that Europeans had more harmful mutations than Africans did, due to their race being “diluted” twice over 30,000 years ago which caused “bad” mutations to build up in the European population. Bustamante calls this a “genetic echo.” Most Non-Africans descended from a small group of migrants who left the African continent 50,000 to 100,000 years ago.”

source: http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v451/n7181/full/nature06742.html

so from my standpoint Racism and white “supremacy” are just some weirdo-darwinist survival techniques, and when you think of it as such, it doesn’t seem as bizarre. Fucked up, horrible, bad for the earth and ultimately bad for them? TOTALLY, but it’s connected to their VERY reptilian fear of being bred out.

Maybe thats why the head of the KKK would be called “The Grand Dragon….”

Tea.

"You've Been round the world looking for love in the strangest places, Don't you think it's time you confess your love to me?"

NEW SINGLE

LYRICS: “THE BIG BIG BEAT”

GUESS WHO UP IN THIS BITCH?

CATCH YOU DUCKING THIS CLIP

DICK WHO WANT IT? MY NIGGA IT’S NOTHIN’,

THEM BOYZ YOUNG DRUMMERS, Y’ALL NIGGAS BE GUNNIN’

BUT Y’ALL NIGGAS AIN’T GUTTER LIKE ME.

LOOK AT THIS BITCH, MAGAZINE COVERED AND SHIT.

YOUNG SEX SELLER, -YEAH BITCH, KEEP MUMBLING.

FUCK HOW YOU FEEL, A YOUNG BITCH KEEPS THUGGIN’ IT.

NIGGA, I’M STILL IN THESE STREETS.

LOOK AT THIS WRIST, LOOK AT THESE COLORFUL CHIPS

LOOK AT THESE TIDDIES, DOUBLE D’S, ITS DOUBLE DUTCH

I BE ON THE STRIP, DUNGAREES W/ THE BUBBLE BUTT

PUMPIN’ THAT KILO, THAT KI!

A TO THE B !

DANCE TO THE BIG BIG BEAT, DANCE TO THE BIG BIG BEAT, JUST LIKE THIS.

THE BIG BIG BEAT, DANCE TO THE BIG BIG BEAT !

YOU’VE BEEN ROUND THE WORLD LOOKING FOR LOVE IN THE STRANGEST PLACES, DON’T YOU THINK IT’S TIME YOU CONFESS YOUR LOVE TO ME?//SHINING DIAMOND, ALL OF YOUR FACETS, YOU’VE SO MANY FACES, BET YOUR EVIL SMILE’LL CONVINCE ANYONE WHO SEES.

POCKET THEM DIVIDENDS, CHRISTEN THAT BEZEL

YOU PLOTTING ON NIGGAS, YOU PICKIN’ THAT PETAL

HOW COULD THAT LITTLE YOUNG BITCH FROM THE GHETTO HIT THE JACKPOT, RAN OFF WITH THE CASH POT!

KEEP JOCKIN’ THIS JIGGY BITCH, JIGGLIN’ -HELLO!

THAT GYMNAST BODY, BLACK FEMINIST REBEL

SPENT $100,000 ON THE JESUIT MEDAL JUST TO PROVE Y’ALL DUDES WHAT IT BE !

JUST LIKE THIS, THE BIG BIG BEAT

HERE COMES THE BIG BAD WITCH ON THE BIG BIG BEAT,

NIGGAS - I’M IN THESE STREETS!

ICE CREAM, BUTTERED ROLL, CHIPS WITH THE BUBBLE GUM, NAILS WITH THE TIPS, GOLD CHAINS, WHAT A GUTTERBUTT! NYC ALL DAY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP? HATERS, I HIT ‘EM REAL DEEP IN THE JUGULAR, LOOK AT THIS SEX -OD BET YA WANNA FUCK.

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