Diasporadog

[diasporadog]

There is a secret hide away that shelters my soul from danger. Its contents are magical and potent. And the Madame at the entrance sports golden shoes with a touch of diamond dust on each toe.

[diasporadog]

Lineages are like locks. The branches reflect the roots, and serve as the evidence of strength and stamina.

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Express the life force within you. Color the universe with your beauty.

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We all can be of benefit. And at the end of the day, every little bit counts.

[diasporadog]

Hold your spirit out for all of us to see. You can make us better.

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Strength is inherent within these beautiful vessels.

[diasporadog]

Hide your eyes and run as fast as you can

[diasporadog]

We are only reflections of our spirits. And what we do in the physical, is a feeble attempt at becoming as beautiful as we are immortal. It is impossible, because the power under our skin can go to heaven whenever it wants and never sleeps. When we shut our eyes at night our lives reach the highest peak. And once we die it all comes true. So don't pray for me when Im dead, wait for me to meet you in your dreams. Ill be dressed in high white sox and angels wings.

[diasporadog]

Welcome to my home, please come in and share my love for art. I hope you make yourself comfortable. Please excuse the rip on my couch. 

[diasporadog]

The surprise is in the details, of which have yet to be revealed.

[diasporadog]

Celebrate death and dance into eternity. It is the extension of the hear and now, we should approach it's edge with an open and willing soul.

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Its easy when you know how. But its not easy at all, in fact this shit is insane. But its all we got and anything beats going crazy. So just take it easy.

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These same holy hands would not hesitate to grope a young girls ass. And when he died he requested to be buried in the front of the cemetery. Not in the back, with the sinners. I remember his eyes bloodshot, and even though he kept a fresh hair cut, it didn't matter. He was ugly and wore fucked up shoes.

[diasporadog]

Hold on tight to Jesus hand and hope for the best.

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Take flight and praise Jesus in the dance. Find a place of refuge in the space between ass shaking and lord have mercy on my soul. Cock your leg to the heavens and allow that pussy to exhale and feel the perspiration build along the rim of your slit. Leave well enough at the altar and run to the cross, where the blood is fresh and tears full of fear accept uncertain salvation.

[diasporadog]

In the shadows we operate absent of rewards or compensation. No one is aware of our names and at the end of the conversation there is no end. We just pick up where we leave off, and start all over again. For us theres no morning or night and dinner is the same as always. Our eyes roll back and around as we laugh or cuss, and it doesn't matter anyhow because the whisky drives the theme. One moment theres a job to be done and the next its time to say goodbye. The real shit of this shit is that death is right around the bend and we can't stop the driver.

[diasporadog]

Stepping lively and celebrating death before it dies is a ritual full of fun and laughter. While on the other side of the parade dope fiends nod, and niggas look longingly at the asses of brown girls in tight white tights with ice blue pom poms. The thug to my right is licking his chops and lusting after the light skin boy switching his hips in the same white tights. And the crime lab is operating on an adjacent street as the parade rambles down the main drive. Smashed chicken boxes and green and white newport packages are permanent fixtures in the asphalt reflecting the high stepping boots of the saints gone marching in.