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THE NIGGAZ WHO ROBBED HEAVEN

A Black Pulp Flash Fiction Joint

1ST NIGGA: Listen forget about Robbing Heaven. Its surrounded by 12 Pearly Gates. Guarded by Cherubims. And they will cut your goddamn head off.

2ND NIGGA: I know somebody who lives there tho.

1ST NIGGA: Umph. So you got somebody on the Inside. Who?

2ND NIGGA: I cant tell you. You might know Him.

1ST NIGGA: So it is a HIM, huh?

2ND NIGGA: Uh —

1ST NIGGA: You might as well admit that much, man. You basically said YEAH already.

2ND NIGGA: True. So You right. Its a Brotha frum Another Mutha. He got me squared away on sum shit.

1ST NIGGA: Like what?

2ND NIGGA: He kno a back way into heaven.

1ST NIGGA: Wont Work. You must come in at the Front Door. First thing in da Morning. Dats Mandatory.

2ND NIGGA: True. It IS Mandatory. Butt thats only if you new — or you never been there before. You gotta go thru Orientation. Butt when you Been To Heaven Before, you dont have to go to Orientation. Dats da Loophole.

1ST NIGGA: So you sayin you BEEN to Heaven already?

2ND NIGGA: Yeah. I was there about 6,000 years ago. Then, I Got kicked out for Letting my Chariot Swing Low when I was Riding it. I Died here on earth from a Lynching by some Hooded Angels in White Robes. And went back to heaven for the Second time. Saw some more Angels walking around in White Robes — which confused the hell outta me. Then, I Got Kicked out again for the second time for Flying around heaven all day and drinking up the last of the milk and honey. Now, Im on my last go round.

1ST NIGGA: Hmmmmmm.

2ND NIGGA: You dont believe me?

1ST NIGGA: Its not dat.

2ND NIGGA: Well, what then?

1ST NIGGA: You think you can really steal the Heavenly Treasures in broad daylight?

2ND NIGGA: Not Think. I know I can. They are only guarded by one Deity.

1ST NIGGA: And who is that?

2ND NIGGA: Guess?!

1ST NIGGA: Jesus?

2ND NIGGA: Nah. God, himself.

1ST NIGGA: Hell, he never SLEEPS tho. So aint no possible way you can steal them Heavenly Treasures, man.

2ND NIGGA: Nah, God Sleeps my Nigga. In fact, he sleeps a lot. He just sleeps with his Eyes open so peeple only think he awake.

1ST NIGGA: How you know all this?

2ND NIGGA: I told you, man. I got a Nigga on da inside. Plus: I been to Heaven enuff to know whats up with God. He be sleep on the Job. He dont be Watching Peeple like dat on Earth for real. And Peep this: His sleep schedule is real simple: whenever you see the Moon dat means he Sleep. And when you see da Sun dat mean he Awake. He mite be up doing his little exercise tho like blowing wind or throwing thunderbolts out of smite n shit. Butt when we and da Goons go at Nite — God gone be dead asleep.

1ST NIGGA: Butt what if I told U dat you cant Sneak into Heaven at Nite because a bunch of Niggaz already done tried dat and got Caught. And was Killed for Trespassing on Gods Property?

2ND NIGGA: I would just tell you they missed something, dats all. But not Me. I been working on this latest plan for over 400 years now.

1ST NIGGA: Still, what if I told you dat even tho God be Sleep at night he still have Jesus, Joseph and Mary watching out for him?

2ND NIGGA: Dont matter. Cuz anyway, Jesus is a Soft Touch. My peeples told me he can be Bribed with a good bottle of Wine. And he a sucka for a Hoe wit a Sob Story.

1ST NIGGA: What about Joseph?

2ND NIGGA: Give dat Foo a Technicolored Dreamcoat with dope shoes to match and he will look da other way too.

1ST NIGGA: Yeah, butt dat still leave Mary. What bout her? Or you got sum shit on her too?

2ND NIGGA: Um hm. She still be fucking The Angel Gabriel when Joseph is out on his Carpentry job fixing shit round Heaven. However, it dont matter to Joseph because he’s hammering and nailing Mary’s Sister, Mary Junior on the regular. They stay Smashing.

1ST NIGGA: Wait. All of this shit is going on in Heaven? Rite under God’s nose?!

2ND NIGGA: Yessir. Most of this shit happens at night. Like I said: God, he be Sleep.

1ST NIGGA: Ight. But what if I told you that God know all that shit is going on and he just lets it happen so peeple Will think they can Sneak into Heaven at Night? But they wind up gitting caught and Sentenced to hell for an Eternity?

2ND NIGGA: What if I told you that dont scare me None cuz I been to hell more times than I been to Heaven and —

1ST NIGGA: Whats da difference?

2ND NIGGA: And, I was just bout to say. I actually prefer Hell over Heaven.

1ST NIGGA: Why is dat?

2ND NIGGA: No curfew.

1ST NIGGA: Why you wind up in Hell in da first place?

2ND NIGGA: Well, the first time I was just Visiting and liked it so much I tried to stay but they made me leave cuz I aint have da right paperwork n whatnot.

1ST NIGGA: and da Second Time?

2ND NIGGA: I snuck back. It was easy.

1ST NIGGA: I be dam. Why was it so Easy?

2ND NIGGA: Cuz the Devil stay busy. He dont even be looking, man.

1ST NIGGA: Busy doing what?

2ND NIGGA: All I know is he be in his Workshop a lot doing shit.

1ST NIGGA: Umph. You see anybody we know?

2ND NIGGA: Yeah, I saw Yo Mama there. She said to tell you, you still aint shit.

1ST NIGGA: She would say some shit like that. But you know what?

2ND NIGGA: What?

1ST NIGGA: I think I wanna work with you on Sneaking into Heaven.

2ND NIGGA: Aww yeah? Why you changing yo Mind?

1ST NIGGA: Cuz your Plan sounds good. And to tell you da Truth, I been wanting to do da shit myself for da longest. Except, I just never had enuff information.

2ND NIGGA: Truth be tole, in the interest of being Transparent, I Googled a lotta this shit.

1ST NIGGA: Is dat right??

2ND NIGGA: Gospel!

1ST NIGGA: I be dam! So Whats da Best Day to do this?

2ND NIGGA: You joking, right? Da SABBATH DAY, man. Cuz dats when God not only Rests, he Sleep the whole, entire day away.

1ST NIGGA: Oh right, right. I never thought about dat shit!

2ND NIGGA: And check this out: last time I was in Hell I stole the Map the Devil be using to go To and Fro Heaven. Its got secret routes n shit.

1ST NIGGA: Didnt God kick da Devil outta Heaven too, tho?

2ND NIGGA: True. But they still Kool. Cuz what muthafuckaz dont realize is dat the Devil is actually God’s only Forgotten Son.

1ST NIGGA: Dont U mean BEGOTTEN son??

2ND NIGGA: Nah. Dats Jesus.

1ST NIGGA: Mannnnnn, how u be finding out all this shit?!

2ND NIGGA: (raises eyebrow)

1ST NIGGA: Right. Google n shit.

2ND NIGGA: The Devil Wife snitched too, tho.

1ST NIGGA: Wait. The Devil married?!

2ND NIGGA: Hell yeah, my Nigga. And got a Legion of Babies everywhere. Altho he aint got mo than Nick Cannon or NBA Young Boy.

1ST NIGGA: Whats his Wife name?

2ND NIGGA: Shea-Devil.

1ST NIGGA: So Why SHE help you?

2ND NIGGA: Cuz she mad at his ass. Tole U. He stay Busy. Too bizzy for her.

1ST NIGGA: Maybe he just grinding hard for em.

2ND NIGGA: Dats da problem. The Devil always Busy. And she tired of dat shit. Told me she ready to leave him and go to Heaven.

1ST NIGGA: Is she Fine?

2ND NIGGA: Megan The Stallion fine, man!!

1ST NIGGA: Damn. What else she tell you?

2ND NIGGA: Told me da Devil REAL name is Luther Furr. Dats his Gubmint name.

1ST NIGGA: I cant believe this shit Im hearing!!

2ND NIGGA: Believe it my Nigga. Believe it. So look I gotta run some errands. But I just wanted to meet up with you to plant this seed in ya ear and see if you wanted in on this shit. Cuz its going down with or without you. But you my Nigga so you know I wanted to hit you up first and foremost.

1ST NIGGA: Damn straight. And you know I appreciate it. So hell yeah I want in, man! You know it aint no Fun if Homie cant git None.

2ND NIGGA: Facts. So you got any more Objections or what ifs? Cuz I know if anybody could punch holes in my shit it would be you.

1ST NIGGA: Hmmmm. Lemme think on that. When you need an answer?

2ND NIGGA: Asap.

1ST NIGGA: For the most part, I think Im ready to do this shit, man. I cant wait to git me a little piece of Heaven. How we gitting there?

2ND NIGGA: Cloud Nine take you straight there.

1ST NIGGA: Im here for it, my Nigga.

2ND NIGGA: Ight. See you on Saturday. And make sho you got on yo Sunday Best.

1ST NIGGA: Bet.

-The End-

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(Next up: The Niggaz Who Robbed Hell)

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THE RACE BLAME GAME OF SHAME ON YOU

A Black Pulp Flash Fiction Joint

Black Peeple git madd when White Peeple tell em dat Black Peeple SOLD each other into SLAVERY.   Not ME.   I OWN dat shit!!   I just go: YUP. We SHO Did.   And we also Sold WHITE peeple into SLAVERY too.   Do U kno WHITE peeple dont like to hear a NIGGA say DAT shit?!!!!   They B fine long as U upset bout THEM knowing You sold YO peeple into SLAVERY.   Butt start Telling them bout How NIGGAZ sold CRACKKKAZ into SLAVERY too--and they git mad as FUCK!!   Butt I be like YUP: WE sho did.   Niggaz sold Crackkkaz into Slavery.   ME: And we also KILLED Crackkkaz BECUZ of SLAVERY. Did U kno DAT Muthafucka??!! Yeah Summa yall Crackkkaz we SOLD. And Summa Yall Crackkkaz dat we couldnt SELL--cuz SUMPEN was RONG wit One of U muthafuckaz--We KILLED!! And ATE!! YUM. YUM. Cuz U kno NIGGAZ been CANNIBALS too–rite??   Which by da way is sumpen else Niggaz dont like to OWN UP TO.   Not ME.   I own up to ALLA dat shit dat Niggaz did in da name of SURVIVAL (of da FITTEST).   Niggaz SOLD Niggaz into SLAVERY.   Niggaz ATE otha Niggaz--especially if they whudden frum da SAME tribe.   Just like Niggaz KILL Niggaz TODAY hoo aint frum da same HOOD!!   And we ATE CRACKKKAZ.   Why U think we STILL Eat CRACKKKAZ.   Out da BOX.   SALTINE??   Becuz Niggaz is Gitting EVEN wit U Muthafuckaz!!   Mah thang is this:   ERRY RACE got sum HORRIBLE shit we done DONE.   Dat we DONT wanna FESS UP To.   BLACK PEEPLE DONE DONE TERRIBLE SHIT TO BLACK PEEPLE.   WHITE PEEPLE DONE DONE TERRIBLE SHIT TO WHITE PEEPLE.   HISPANIC PEEPLE  DONE DONE TERRIBLE SHIT TO HISPANIC PEEPLE.   NATIVE AMERICANS DONE DONE TERRIBLE SHIT TO NATIVE AMERICAN PEEPLE.   JEWS DONE DONE TERRIBLE SHIT TO EVERYBODYS PEEPLE!!   Nah-Im KIDDING Jews.    Dont cum for mee.    JEWS done done terrible shit to JEW PEEPLE.   ERRY RACE tho has Done sum Horrible shit TO. EACH. OTHER!!!!   Dat they dont wanna FESS UP To.   Git over it.   Cuz da ATROCITIES each race has done to ANUTHA Race OR----EACH OTHER----Is HORRIBLE.   Butt TRUE.   Lissening to a White Man and a Black Man RACE BAITING/BLAMING n SHAMING is like lissening to TWO Muthafuckaz go afta each other wit YO MAMA JOKES.   Black Man: Lets not forgit WHITE peeple putt BLACK peeple into SLAVERY.   White Man: And lets not forgit dat BLACK peeple STARTED slavery.   And on and on it goes to the Break of Dawn.   Black Peeple keep coming wit da WHITE PEEPLE ENSLAVED BLACK PEEPLE ARGUMENT--and White Peeple wont Budge off The THIS IS MY LAND THAT COLUMBUS DISCOVERED WITH BLACK PEEPLE ALREADY ON IT ARGUMENT.   Well–Black and White peeple should take a lesson frum SCIENCE--and remember dat when An IRRESISTIBLE FORCE meets an IMMOVEABLE OBJECT--all it does is create FRICTION-Mah Nigga!!!!   Yes Black Peeple sold Black peeple into Slavery.   So What Beeyotch??!!   Thats what I say to White Peeple when they say dat shit.   Then I go:    That was MY Ancestors.    In DAHOMEY.   Not ME.   And they usually leave me alone after dat.

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THE LEGEND OF BRUCE LEE ROY

A Black Pulp Flash Fiction Joint

This is the legend of BRUCE LEE ROY.

A KUNG-FU FIGHTIN/KARATE CHOPPIN NIGGA hoo lived in da HOOD a thousand years ago before WHITEY showed up and GENTRIFIED it.

Born in da YEAR of da ROOSTER.

And this only made sense because he grew to becum da COCKDIESEL of da SIDEWALK.

And dat WALK was one of SWAG and SAVOIRE FAIRE dat only he cood DARE pull off.

Crowds PARTED and DEPARTED when or where ever he showed up to show out.

Thus — his reputation GREW.And along wit it his HEAD.

For he had forgot da First Principle of KICKING ASS:

Remain HUMBLE — Mah Nigga.

Yet: as often happens wit NIGGAZ like these his PRIDE exceeded his EGO.

Til one day he met his MATCH in da GHETTO.

In da form of a BITCH hoo had HANDS and KNEW how to USE em.

She came into da HOOD and Issued a Challenge.

And BRUCE LEE ROY being of HUGE Ego dat he cood not LET GO ACCEPTED Her Challenge.

For shurely — a womayne of her small size couldnt whup his MANLY ass: he thawt to himself.

Butt this was not da case as it turnt out.

Becuz she not only WHUPPED His Ass.

She KNOCKED his ass out.

Whole time she was wearing sum sexy ass MANOLO BLAHNIK HIGH HEELS.

Then she did it agin in a rematch wearing sum RED BOTTOMS.

The problem was dat BRUCE LEE ROY was hampered by da tradition of NEVER shood U HIT-A-WOMAYNE.

And so this gave da BITCH an UNFAIR advantage.

Butt a wise man hoo was looking on came to Bruce and tole him dat:

a BITCH hoo kan THROW HANDS is a MAN — Mah Brotha. And U must neva forgit dis shit.

Seeing dat BRUCE was open to such insite he lissened and gained knowledge of self.

And this raised da awareness of Bruce wile showing him his Squareness.

He realized he had been putting da Bitch on a PEDESTAL she didnt Deserve.

And thereafter ERRY match they fought....

HE. 

WHUPPED. 

DAT. 

BITCH. 

ASS!!!!

The defining BLOW came when he hit da Bitch wit da ancient/time-honored SHOTOKAN BACK HAND PIMP SLAP which is notable for its effeck to knock SPITTLE out a HOE Mouf. 

And even sumtimes da Very MOISTURE out her thoak.

And wit it knock A Bitch into her RITEFUL PLACE — frum whence she will neva Leave — DESPITE New Teachings dat abound.

Wit dis moove: at once his DIGNITY and HONOR was restored.

And to this Day: BRUCE LEE ROY is revered erry where in HOODS where REAL NIGGAZ have not DIED OUT or been GENTRIFIED OUT.

--the end--

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MEE & MR SMIRNOFF

I THREW UP on mah $200 Shoes.

The kinda shoes NIGGAZ wear when they go to they MAMA FUNERAL or chase BITCHES at da LIKKER STO dat will Rejeck em.

See, I caint hold mah LIKKER altho I try cuz I B dranking to forgit.

The problem is I still rememba da shit hours later or the next day or the next day or hours lata. Whichever cums first.

Mah Daddy useta kall it his medisin–except it killed him. Like most Medisin does. Cuz its neva da DISEASE. Its always da MEDISIN.

Yeah I kalled EARL n RALPH (and a bunch of otha names Ion memba)--and fucked up mah STACY ADAMS--wit da smoove pattern on em. Dat I paid good money for.

I was going thru sumpen at da time.

It all started when I got bak one late morning frum running dem streets--n hit da sauce on an empty stomack as I normally doo but shood not usually doo.

Butt dats da thang bout mee.

I B knowing BETTER butt caint DOO Better.

I had gotten up n did mah shit/shower & shave/feelmee–and shitted again jes 2 B sho. Had mah Bowels clean n immaculate/knowhatimtombout??

Made mah way out da door to da Barbershop/U kno.

I like mah PATE clean–and Ion even kno what PATE means.

And as usual Niggaz were up in there Arguing bout da most pressing shit on they mind:

NIGGA #1: Man, how U gone say ERIC CLAPTON is betta than JIMI HENDRIX wit Yo Lite-Skinted ass?!

NIGGA #2: The Truth Hurts dont it?

NIGGA #1: Da only reason U sayin dat is cuz U got a White Daddy.

NIGGA #2: Yeah, So what? I mite have a White Daddy. Butt memba I got a Black Mama. Imma MULATTO.

NIGGA #1: Nigga, U mean GELATO. Fuck outta heah! U aint special cuz Yo Daddy white. Ol confused muthafucka. Sounding like a DRANK frum STARBUCKS wit yo Mulatto ass.

These Niggaz was always arguing in the BARBERSHOP. And didnt kare HOO was in da muthafucka. Wouldnt have no gentlemanly manners.

If U was in da Barbershop they jes figgered u was in there to hear da shit.

If there was Wommin (chillrens) they would still go hard on bitches n hoes all day long.

Even if COPS was in there they would be tombout they COONS n TRAITORS like a muthafucka.

If a Minister came n there they go even HARDER n jes fuck GOD name alla way up!! Said he aint  have no WIFE “or” MAMA so how da fuck he gone make rules bout what a Nigga cood or cood NOT doo??!!

One time a Catholic Priest came in there and they ran his ass up OUTTA there tombout PEDOPHILES–and tole him to take MICHAEL JACKSON ass wit him!!

Mah next stop was da Old Man Harolds Likker Sto to get mee a FIFTH of SMIRNOFF--wich I started dranking rite away. Even doe it was before NOON n shit.

I hadnt ate yet.

So I knew betta--except I didnt.

Shit Burned going down. In otha werds it was gooder than a muthafucka.

OLD MAN HAROLD: U kno 2moro JULY 4th. U gone celebrate it??

MEE: Yeah--by dranking dis FIFTH.

OLD MAN HAROLD: Sho U Rite. Anythang else??

MEE: Yeah--gimme sum dem BLACK & MILDS.

OLD MAN HAROLD: Memba--smoking causes CANCER.

MEE: And having no FUN causes DEATH. Cum on Harold doo mee rite. U take EBT?? (laffs)

Old Man Harold jes laffed at mah Joke. Good peeple. Dat was last year. He dead n gone now.

Butt I had mah SMIRNOFF. It cost me a lil bit mo than I wanted--and dats cuz of this COVID shit. TRUMP fucked round wit dem RUSSIANS and they got MADD n cut da LIKKER Off and drove da Price up. Butt hell I gotta have MR SMIRNOFF VODKA. Dats da only Russian I speek. Besides BLACK RUSSIAN.

Anyway--I got home Still hadnt ate nuthing n started drankin hard.

And dressed Sharp as a razorblade in tears.

Three hours lata dat DIARRHEA of da MOUT hit mee n I got sick as hell/suffered like a 3-Legged Dawg.

Most of it went on mah $200 Shoes.

And how was Yo Day--Mah Nigga??

--the end--

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NOSE OPEN

I caught a whiff n a sniff of dat FANTASIA CO-LOG-NEE she had on n jes bout lost mah mind. Cuz DATS mah shit on a womayne. And she was walkin wit dat GOOD PUSSY WALK too n all da Niggaz she met fell in line beehind her/Stone in Luv wit dat BITCH. And she werked us ALL too/kept our POCKETS DRY as BABY POWDER. Erry week I WOKE Up a BROKE DICK DAWG tryna make it thru til next payday jes to wind up giving mah LOOT to dis Bitch A-Gin. Bitch had a RING in mah nose bigger den dem ones U see on dem AFRIKAN Niggaz. I dam was retty 2 putt a PLATE in mah LIPP 4 dis Bitch. Wutever she said I was retty 2 doo it. Cuz dats how FUCKED UP I was over her.

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HARD-BOILED MOVIE REVIEW: JAMES BOND NO TIME TO DIE Starring DANIEL CRAIG & LEA SEYDOUX

JAMES BOND was on his MAJESTYS SECRETIONS SERVICE--and I was on a Mission frum HER NIGGASYs SECRET SERVICE.

Mah job was to watch JAMES BOND: NO TIME TO DIE.

I didden really have da time to watch the move.

Butt I also didden have time 2 Die wich I was threatened wit if I did not watch this movie.

So I made arrangements to katch the late show when none of mah enemies wood B there.

I took a seat in the very BACK of the theater as is mah stile (da better to see hoo cums and goes and tries to make me keep mah mask on.... seems there is a pandemic of sorts by the SUPER SPY THREAT known as CODENAME: COVID).

I had already been warned that COVID had alretty brainwashed a number Black Citizens to name they Children CORONA.

So I was in extreme alert mode as the movie came on.

I had 1 hand on mah popcorn and the otha hand on mah GLOCK in case sum shit Popped Off.

I drank a COKE and SNORTED a smaller amount of COKE for extra ADHD (it helps).

The plot finds our hero JAMES BOND a reluctant one as we find him mourning the love of a Bitch he had lost--or perhaps given up to SAVE HER.

Butt apparently-JAMES wit all his training has never been made aware that U caint SAVE-A-BITCH or HELP-A-HOE where ever she may be. 

Nor shood one try unda ANY CirCUMstances. As THIS is always bound 2 Fail--and DOOM da FOOL hoo tries.

Yet BOND tries to doo JES this thang: SAVE HER.

Despite the Warnings of The great rapper/prophet PROJECT PAT hoo crooned in a 90s anthem: DONT SAVE HER CUZ SHE DONT WANNABE SAVED!!!!

So BOND goes afta this E-Vil muthafucka named Lyutsifer Safin aka LUCIFER SATAN hoo wants to CLONE DNA so he kan use it to KILL high level muthafuckaz he hates--and to DEPOPULATE all da rest of US chumps he feels dont have da rite 2 to breeve da same AIR as him.

Da LUCIFER cat snatches up his BOO and den shit really gits heated cuz Bond decides he aint having dat shit.

He follows DA PUSSY to sum old as castle-lookin place outta da 50s to confront da Foo.

See this was sposed 2 B Bond last time dooing dis shit for da QUEEN-rite?

And it dont help dat da Queen n nem brang in a SISTA to replace him as da NEW 007.

Bitch looked like a BIG BLACK THUGS BUNNY wit dem big ole 2 FRONT TEEFESS (and short afro).

They clap on each otha when they first meet/then wind up kinda having nuff respeck for each otha later on tho.

Imma tell U strate off dat if U a true JAMES BOND LOVER like I Am dats dis flick was full of da worst type ov 80s bullshit dey useta make movies like. Allat sappy ass music for one.

Den U had da 1-eyed Villain hoo cood not see strate.

And RAMI MALEK hoo was da E-vil muthafucka dey had him wit a bad case of wut looked like sum ECZEMA like he aint neva heard of NOXZEMA.

Even had 1 muthafucka hoo was sposed 2 B sum kinda RUSSIAN and da foo lost his ACCENT half-way thru da movie.

And u had BABY GIRL trippin ova her lil rabbit named DOO-DOO.

And dat shit fit da movie cuz it was a BOO-BOO to make this DOO-DOO.

I filed mah notes to mah digital recorder dat I keep hidden on mee in case da COPS try 2 check mee knowing as how I realize dat Im ALWAYS beehind enemy lines so I have 2 have sum kinda evidence on me recorded case I dont make it out ov deez theaters alive.

I watched da movie alla way thru down to da crediks cuz deez prices for deez sorry as joints are so high I have becum determined to watch ERRY THANG including down 2 da ROMAN NUMERALS on deez shits.

Then I left quietly thru da a back door.

Without mah MASK ON.

Mah MISSION had been accomplished like-a-muthafucka.

They KILLED JAMES BOND.

He tried to SAVE DA PUSSY.

And he FAILED his MAJESTY.

Not mee cuz I have always known dat U CAINT SAVE-A-BITCH no matter how hard U TRY--and WERSE: u mite jes git Yo self OBLITERATED in da process of tryna do so.

--the end--

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TORTURE

When they tortured mee they kept mee in a shithole/6 feet in the ground/fo social distancing I guess/wit da mud n shit. And they starved mee to break mee. Butt Im un-breakable--see. Mite as well kill mee n git it ova wit. Cuz I aint sayin shit. And dats wut I tole em: Ion KNO shit. I Aint SAYIN shit. They didnt bleeve mee. Ion blame em. A Man will lie bout so MANY thangs Y shood I B any different they figgered?? Well--they figgered RONG. I neva expected 2 B living to B telling u this anyway. So I aint had nuthing to lose 4 as I was koncerned. So I dummied up/stood silent/went MUTE. I aint give-a-fuck. I was DEAD 2 Mah Self. But since they aint bleeve mee they did shit 2 mee to git me to SPIT out wut they wanted 2 kno. I LAFFED when they held mee down in pool n lemme up 4 air. Then they held mee down again. And I passed out. They thawt I was dead. Butt they revived mee.

--da end--

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MADE MAN

I kno shit baby. 

Like when a LAME say he a MADE MAN. 

He MADE ight. 

He MADE dat shit up. 

Cuz when U truly Made werd gits out. 

YOU aint gotta say shit bout it. 

Dats da way a REP procedes U on da Real. 

U jes keep yo mout shut--and stay OFF da GAS. 

Let da BIRDIES flap dey Gums. 

Cuz dey B da ones give U Wangs N E way. 

Uon needa say nuthing. 

Not a god-dam thang. 

Bout nuthing. 

Butt when U 1 dem ones without a basis 2 yo foundation U gotta B da 1 GASSING yo Character. 

I aint neva been dat type. 

Mee? 

I jes putts inda werk n let mah werk speek 4 me and THRU mee and TO you. 

Feelme? 

Thats Y I neva like MUHAMMAD ALI. 

He ran his mout 2 much. 

He was like a BITCH in dat way. 

Always had anutha werd FLOATING off his tongue bout anutha MAN. 

Why him and SMOKING JOE FRAZIER fell out. He fucked wit JOE Feelins regards his Character. 

Fo no reason at all otha than to SELL sum tickets to a fight. 

And JOE neah bout killed him. 

And he neah bout Killed Joe. 

Yeah I BETTED on ALI. 

Butt dat was only cuz JOE was UGLY in da Eyes of Amerikkka. 

And I knew da Muthafuckaz hoo kontrolled/ran da BETTING had dat shit FiXED up so dat only da FOOLISH Money wood BACK an UGLY in da FACE Nigga named JOE. 

Butt I aint neva like ALI like dat. 

Even doe I made a lotta LOOT dat nite. 

Its da same way in deez STREETS. 

A Nigga jaw-jacking draw too much attention to his self. 

Next thang U kno he got all kinda CONTENDERS fo his THRONE. 

Thats sum weak shit to git ya self into. 

Aint good fo Bizness. 

I falls bak off shit like dat off top. 

Neva been mah STILE fo A-WILE.

--DA END--

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STROKE: a shawt story bout a Nigga on da Prowl 4 Pussy

I was walkin down the muthafuckin Street/

Feelin BADD as a muthafucka/

I had jes got PAID/

mah POCKET had a KNOT in it/

And I was lookin n I was seeking whom I cood DEVOUR/ 

Perhaps a YOUNG BITCH in her 20s/

17-25 for mah young bitches OR mebbe a OLDER BITCH/

hoo had heretofore had da PUSSY retired BUTT was lookin to git back in the game wit a Nigga hoo had stile-pizzazz/saviore faire/bounteous swag & a way bout his self/

She wood be DEMOGRAPHIKALLY-SPEEKING da same age range as a SERIAL KILLA/

dat is to say 25-45/

no kids/

her own house/

her own car/

her own HAIR/

Her own pretty nice Disposable Income/

dat she wood like to Dispose upon me-mahself & I/

the 3 muthafuckaz hoo inhabit me/

and she needs da 1 thang she aint had in her life in a wile: #1 DICK/

Lemme rephrase dat: GOOD Dick/

mah fault lemme rephrase dat 1 last time: GREAT Dick/

da type a dick dat uses the werld famous ancient undulations/

of da stroke dat I am famous for among a group/

of sertain wommins ov an age hoo kno how 2 keep mah name quiet/

and on a list jes among dem/

and #2 Happiness/

cuz ALL BItCHES are lookin for Happines as well as seeking GREAT DICK.   

Mah name is STROKE.   

And dats WUT I doo.

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HARD-BOILED REVIEW OF 9/11 Starring AMERIKKKA

I memba 2001 and 9/11 jes like it was yesserday.

I was turning over frum a Bitch I had fucked the nite before.

I came kwik cuz the PUSS EYE was particularly GOOD n TITE.

And she was 18.

And dey dont make PUSSIES like dat no mo.

She was alretty up n had the TV on.

Black n White job.

The kind dey dont make no mo.

24 inches of MOTOROLA.

Had fount it in da ALLEY/Fixxed it up n it werked long as U kept the ANTENNAE wit da ALUMINUM FOIL on it at a 90-Degree Angle of a Hypotenuse.

I was neva good at GEOMETRY.

And I FAILED Math so sumtimes the SNOW in da TEL-LIE-VIZION was present or absent.

This morning it was kleer as da CLIT on her VAGINA.

So I got close 2 it cuz I saw PLANES going into a

Burning BUILDING.

This cawt mah attention IMMEDIATELY.

The PLANES were FlYING like I useta fly mah planes when I was a shawty.

Dat is 2 say they looked like dey were on a STRING–or being being KONTROLLED by REMOTE Kontrol.

I reckonized dat LOOK immediately.

Rite then sumpen seemed OFF bout da picture.

I adjusted mah Aluminum-Foil Antennae.

To no avail/da shit stayed da same.

Then da Voices of da Announcers started yelling bout a TERRORIST Attack.

Sed It was A-RABS.

Mah mind immediately went to RAHEEM nem down at da GAS STATIONS cuz seemed like all da A-RABS hoo wood Bee TERRORISTS had been buying up all da GAS stations in town.

Butt I cood not bleeve RAHEEM or even MUSTAFA or ALI were beehind this shit.

I kalled anutha MUSLIM Brotha I knew and he was jes as serprized.

Swore his peeple had nuthing 2 doo wit WUT I was seeing.

Furtha interviews by mee and INTERROGATIONS by United Snakes authorities also revealed dat da A-RABS living amongst U.S. had NUTHING 2 doo wit da BOMBING B4 mah eyes.

YET:

DA A-RABS were beeing BLAMED & SHAMED.

Welkome 2 Da Club I tole em.

Now U kno how NIGGAZ feel hoo git BLAMED for all da CRIMES dat CRACKKKAZ committ.

For 1 day (at lease) NIGGAZ all over Amerikkka had da SPOTLITE off our asses cuz da Gubmint was bizzy looking UP da Asses of all A-RAB AMERIKANS.

I took a moment to EAT da PUSSY ov da Yung Gul 1nce mo den went bak 2 mah regularly skeduled programming ov da BRAINWARSHING dat I knew was jes Bee-Ginning to Envelope da Amerikan Peeples Consciousness.

REDD FOXX sed it first: DIS WAS DA BIG ONE!!!!

Da ensuing fallout did indeed katch Niggaz up doe jes da same.

All da sudden wee too cood not travel on a plane/train or automobile without YO PAPERS PLEAZE!!

Even doe neva in da historikal LIES of Amerikkka had a NIGGA eva HI-JACKED a plane–and dats even doe nobody karries mo KNIVES & SWITCHBLADES than NIGGAZ!!

We jes dont hab dat type-a-time/yadigg??

Cuz dats wut I was hearing now.

A-RABS using sum DULL ass KNIVES and/or BOXCUTTERS hi-jacked a plane–and ran em into The TWIN TOWERS.

Neva found no Knives/Boxcutters or No BOMBS far as dat is koncerned.

The BUILDINGS burnt at a TEMPERATURE beeyond Hueman Komprehension YET a PLASTICK I.D. was found dat SURVIVED da HEAT!!

I checked mah NIGGATEL at da AIRPORTS nationwide–and da werd came bak long n strong: SUMPEN WAS DASTARDLY RONG!!

I jes bout 2 give up when I heard tell of da GOLD and INSURANCE involved.

See I reckonize a PYRAMID SKEME when I hear 1 – and this was sounding mo n mo like One.

I dug deeper into mah GUL one mo time tryna make up fo dat kwik NUT last nite I had busted in da Nether reaches of her POCKET as I SOCKED IT 2 her.

Then I got bak to digg deeper into mah NIGGATEL.

Turns out da Buildings aint even FALL rite.

Turns out there was GOLD in dem dere HILLS beneath da Centers.

Turns out SHIT jes whudden adding up.

Yes: I did wanna BLEEVE.

Butt I cood not turn a def ear or a blind eye to wut I was actually HEARING & SEEING frum mah INVESTIGATION.

In otha werds: Mah so-kalled OWN country was a TRAITOR 2 da PEEPLES it swore dey wanted 2 Protect.

Wee started a WORLD WAR 3 beehind dis shit jes so we cood Lose/Innocent Amerikan Souljahs Lives on a WHIM. 

YET: neva found no WAR HEADS or NUKES in I-RAQ!!

Neva fount no number of BODIES dey had sed was KILLT either in dem FLAMES.

Da Prophet FLAVA FLAV sed it best: 9/11 IS A JOKE.

And so it is. 

Butt da case remains UN-SOLVED. 

And I still hab Questions dat da AMERIKKKAN GUBMINT “caint” or “wont” Answer.

–the end–

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HARD BOILED MOVIE REVIEW: RESPECT Starring JENNIFER HUDSON

We all want R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

It had been a long day-ya digg?

The kinda day where I hadnt been able 2 git the respect I deserved.

Mah utilities were beehind & everybody I got on the phone wit didnt seem 2 care.

They jes wanted PAYMENT.

I felt DISSED.

So I was in a bad mood--butt when I got wind dat a movie bout RE-RE (ARETHA FRANKLIN to yall) was playin at the local theater joint--I putt on mah best rags and went 2 go see it.

I had been chasing SOUL in a flick for a minit butt the latest fares had been sorely lacking.

Butt I knew RESPECT wood prolly deliver.

And it did.

A story bout the QUEEN OF SOUL?

How cood it not be jes wut a MAN needed?

The FILES I had been keeping on ARETHA had me up-2-date on all her hits.

Yet the screen version of her Life is 2 B saluted for showing us a side of RE-RE not seen by most of us:

The VIOLENCE of the DEMONS she released on those round her brought on by ALCOHOL/The PHYSIKAL and SEXUAL abuse done unto her by FAMILY and the MEN in her life & simply the STRUGGLE 2 B her Own WOMAYNE led 2 issues wit those close 2 Her including Her DADDY (FORREST WHITAKER) and SISTAZ.

Butt allat NEVER took away frum the VOICE.

Oh dat VOICE!!!!

Played by JENNIFER HUDSON-hoo altho she caint sang as good as ARETHA (butt then HOO CAN?) this movie helped us 2 see how dat VOICE became WUT it became 2 B.

Then RACISM raised its ugly head.

Yet: Aretha SANG it down to the ground wit a Voice dat seen to have a BLACK POWER FIST RAISED UP in it.

THIS was an Aretha we KNEW "and" we DIDNT kno.

One part we didnt kno was dat her 1st Husband name of TED WHITE (MARLON WAYANS) had gone 2 the IKE TURNER SKOOL of MANAGEMENT and BEAT Aretha into sum HIT SONGS. 

Same as IKE did TINA TURNER.

And dat werked for awile til RE RE got WOKE and putt his ass out/ass up.

Then she went onto Glory and her VOICE went down in History.

Further digging had mee discover dat Aretha DIED wit a lotta MONEY on her hands/uncashed checks n shit.

Mebbe she realized dat YOU caint TAKE it wit ya. It dont matter.

Cuz she Died wit R-E-S-P-E-C-T. --the end--

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HARD-BOILED MOVIE REVIEW: SHANG CHI--LEGEND OF THE 10 RINGS Starring SIMU LIU

The Spirit of BRUCE LEE brought mee mah lastest HARD-BOILED MOVIE CASE.

LEE had me check on SHANG CHI cuz He Suspected they may have RIPPED OFF his Legacy.

He was rite.

See-I had werd out dat I was feening for a BRUCE LEE kinda flick when mah phone rang frum mah Gul hoo werks in Hollyweird.

She said: They making a flick kalled SHANG CHI. Its based on KUNG FU.

So I said: Is it any good?

She said: I dont wanna spoil it 4 ya boss. Betta wait til it cums out.

So I did.

I even went to the gym and practiced mah mooves jes to git into the swang of thangs.

2 days lata I was at the movies watching SHANG CHI: LEGEND OF THE 10 RINGS.

I knew rite away BRUCE LEE shooda made this movie back in the 70s.

Butt Hollywood had already Killed him da same year SHANG CHI was created in 1973.

Nevertheless-to add insult to injury SHANG CHI was made off ov BRUCE LEE anyway!!

A secret folder outta WIKIPEDIAs HUNAN Office revealed dat SHANG CHI was modeled on BRUCE LEE & so was da DRAGON as Lee was born in da YEAR OF THE DRAGON.

And now this movie was DRAGGING his Legacy thru HOLLYWEIRDs Disrespectufull TROPE MACHINE. --the end--

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HARD-BOILED MOVIE REVIEW: CANDYMAN aka CANDYMAN 5X Starring YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II & TEYONAH PARRIS

It was a SATURDAY/about 8pm when mah date called me and tole me she had tickets to go see the new CANDYMAN movie.

I said: Oh-U mean CANDYMAN 5X?

She said: Candyman 5X?

I said: Yeah, cuz U gotta say Candyman 5X for sum shit to Jump Off.

So she said: Oh. Okay. Well-yeah then. I got tickets for us to see the 8:15 show.

So I goes wit her to see the flick.

Its supposed to be a SCARY movie.

It WASNT tho.

In fact-it was just anutha movie Hollywood likes to make to EMASCULATE the BLACK MAN--and further PUNISH him for daring to FUCK a white woman.

See-in case U aint know dats how all this Candyman shit got started.

A Nigga fucked a White Woman in the late 1800s when White Pussy was supposed 2 B OFF LIMITS.

Butt not only did he fuck a white woman--he got her PREGNANT.

So they tarred and feathered the Nigga/cut his rite hand off/poured honey and set BEES to him.

And erry since then he been cumming back to HAUNT they ass.

THE END.

Thats CANDYMAN in a nutshell.

Butt I suspected sumpen was gonna be different bout this NEW Candyman since JORDAN PEELE was involved in writing it.

After all he is MARRIED TO and FUCKING a white woman his damn self.

And the MAIN difference is that UNLIKE the original Candyman hoo was killing mostly Niggaz even tho it whudden Niggaz hoo killed him in the first place--in THIS Candyman he was only MURDERING Racist/White Crackkkaz.

Im not JUDGING.

Im only reporting whut I saw.

Yet n Still the movie was not SCARY or even HORRORFUL.

Unless U R White.

Cuz the message there is AMERIKKKA only respeck a BLACK MAN when he turns into a MONSTER.

See-YAHYA ABDUL MATEEN II hoo was playing Candyman was basikally a MEEK artist/painter fellow thru-out the film.

BUTT--

#1: His girlfriend essentially kept her foot up his ass.

She had more respeck for her Hollywood/central casting/over-the-top/Tropecentric/GAY Brotha. Truly if there was ever a more Gay Black man played in a movie--it has not been seen. Because if the actor in the role does not win an Academy Award for MOSTEST GAY BLACK ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN A HORROR MOVIE then da Game is sertainly RIGGED.

#2: He couldnt PAINT worth shit.

Butt once he got a piece of dat CANDYMAN JUICE in Him then he became this BAD ASS/KRAZY/MURDEROUS Nigga dat All WHITE PEEPLE are SCARED Of.

And THATS also when TEYONAH PARRIS playing the girlfriend ALSO started having sum Respeck for him.

Butt it whudden until he became a THUG wit a bad case of MRSA dat she appreciated his CANDYMANHOOD.

I left the Movie Theater and filed mah notes Under UNSOLVED MYSTERIES since I still caint figger out HOW these type-o-Movies kontinue to git made in Hollywood.

The film whudden a HORROR.

It was simply HORRIBLE.

The CASE Remains Open.

--the end--

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HARD-BOILED MOVIE REVIEW: PROTEGE Starring: SAMUEL L. “Muthafuckin” JACKSON & MAGGIE Q

It was one of those small/Covid-Free movie theaters. Ya digg??

U know the kind where u have to wear a mask to eat ya popcorn wit extra/fake butter.

Very few peeple there. 

Because they are scared to cum outside and into a movie theater due to CORONA VIRUS that has never been seen.

In other werds: the kind of movie theater I like to go to.

Its beautiful cuz I git to have the whole theater to mahself.

I was there to see PROTEGE wit SAMUEL L. JACKSON and mah favorite Asian Bitch MAGGIE Q.

SAM saves her ass as a young gul then trains her up to be an ASSASSIN.

And she goes round KILLING muthafuckaz hoo deserve dat shit.

So rite off this is mah kinda shit.

I knew it was when I saw the trailer dat I wood be back to see da Joint.

SAMUEL L came on the screen looking like NIGGA MANCHU wit this big ass MUSTACHE.

He finds MAGGIE Q as a young girl afta she done shot up the place where her Daddy n Mama nem had a bizness–and had had been strong-armed by these Asian Thugs.

Years later afta Maggie has been trained Her and Sam go about MURDERING nassy type-o-muthafuckaz hoo are a DANGER to da Werld.

Sam gits secret messages bout hoo to OFF frum sum Mysterious Fool.

And dats how he knows hoo to TAKE-OUT.

Butt true to da TROPE used in these kinda flicks he gits Double-Crossed and allegedly DEADED and dat leaves Maggie on her own to fight the BAD GUYS.

Which she does like the bad ass asian Bitch dat she is.

One thang bout Maggie she may be SKINNY as a muthafucka butt she got SWAG on screen–and I will watch her in anythang.

Just the way she walks across the screen made mah Dick hard as Vietnamese rithmetic.

I git up n take a piss and when I cum back She still killing muthafuckaz.

MICHAEL KEATON was in the movie as a Bad Man and he and Maggie wind up FIGHTING & FUCKING. 

And dat shit made me kinda jealous. 

Cuz I wanted 2 B da one up in dat Skinny Trim (I caint lie I wanna Fuck MAGGIE So BAD).

So even tho Her and Michael Keaton is ENEMIES they wind up FUCKING …. (sound familiar)?

This movie was bout worth $5 at the most butt when U aint got nuthing better to doo u pay excess loot for da shit.

I mean-it was shot good n all/and the action was good butt da Story was only half-way decent.

MAGGIE Q needs to be in a really good movie where she gits dat TOP Billing and kicks ass thru-out/and Saves the werld frum lousy muthafuckaz like JOE BIDEN or DONALD TRUMP or DR FAUCINSTEIN covid-amping ass.

Like she had in NIKITA wich they fucked up n Cancelled.

Well-they needa brang her back in the MOVIE version of dat again.

This film was took place in SAIGON where it aint nuthing butt HOES and KORRUPTION. 

A lotta Niggaz left sum CABLINASIAN babies over there during dat bullshit Vietnam War (see SPIKE LEE movie wit DELROY LINDO called 5 BLOODS)

Butt what U expect afta the United States was over there during VIETNAM?!

That muthafuckin city aint been right SINCE!

I like dat da film confirms what errybody knows down deep butt WONT/CAINT admit to themselves: 

That these PRIVATE/PHILANTROPIC Organizations aint nuthing butt FRONTS for summa da most DASTARDLIEST shit IMAGINABLE! Sumpen I been saying for years. 

And dats basikally ALL of em are involved in either DRUGS/GUN RUNNING or worse: CHILD SEX TRAFFICKING.

That ENDING tho?

Imma leave dat 2 U.

Butt they needa make anutha one butt THIS time shorten dat shit up and let Mah Bitch MAGGIE Q do her thang in dat Rare Bookshop she owned in da movie.

–the end–

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THE CASE OF THE MELTED POPSICLE (A Silo Dubbs Hard-Boiled Mystery)             by DuVay Knox

SUMMER is the cruelest Season.

But it brought me one of mah most sensitive/MEMORABLE cases involving a 5 year old kid and her melted popsicle.

First some background.

Mah name is SILO DUBBS.

Im a PRIVATE DICK.

And I deal with SNACKS.

All kinds from candy to cookies to cakes and pies to ice cream and frozen sweets.

And that includes POPSICLES.

Mah office is purposefully located above a small grocer in the neighborhood in which I live.

I rented the office two years ago so I could have easy access to eating snacks.

Because in addition to handling cases about snacks-I love to eat a wide variety of them.

I have bad skin.

And sometimes my body odor isnt that great.

You could say Im addicted--and thats Y I have the problems.

At least-thats what mah doctor sed.

You have an addiction-Silo. And thats why U have bad skin and intermittent body odor.

Thanks-Doc. I will use a stronger deodorant. Now-give me some medication for mah glaucoma and pre-diabetes so I can be on my way.

Dollars to donuts mah doc is right-tho.

But listen.

Im not gonna bore you with mah medical conditionS.

I was upstairs in my office when I got a call at 11:59 am.

Mah CELL ID showed it was Sal who owns the grocer.

Yeah!

I yelled into mah cellphone.

Silo I need your help down here in the store.

Why-wuts up?

Well-U know my AC is on the blink....and It's the little girl...she is upset about her popsicle.

Sal sounded besides himself.

Aight. Im on mah way.

I clicked off & took the 52-1/2 steps down to the door leading to the outside.

Just as I got to the bottom an old client was rushing thru from the other side.

It was Nitti.

I hadnt seen him since I helped him score an extra box of Hi-Ho Pastries for his Mama.

Silo-I was just coming to see you.

Its gotta wait-Nitti. I got something important Im working on just now.

What could be more important than the big piece of money I wanna give U for this new case?!

A Kid!

I snapped the words at Nitti.

Oh. Im sorry-Silo. I aint kno.

Well-now U do.

In fact-anybody that knows me knows that I have a a soft spot in mah heart for kids.

I will go to extraordinary lengths to help a child.

No matter the day or night or the night or day.

Its probably because I have always wanted kids of mah own.

And then sometimes I aint wanted kids of mah own.

Then-I would change mah mind and be back to wanting kids of my own.

Currently-I was back to wanting kids of mah own.

So I have a soft place in mah heart for chillren.

I even came up with a doggerel of a poem about wanting kids of my own: roses are red/ violets are blue/ I want kids--but I caint have them because mah Junk is messed up from eating snacks and other kinds of junk food.

I kno.

The rhyme scheme needs work.

But U git the point.

At any rate-when I walked into Sals un-airconditioned Grocer there was a lil girl in the middle of the store bawling her eyes out.

She was just a wee thing.

Her mother was standing hopelessly by with a distraught look on her face.

Sal introduced us and told her what I did.

So I addressed the mother.

What happened?

Honey-U wanna tell Mister Silo what happened?

That was the lil girls name. HONEY.

But Honey wouldnt say a word at first.

She was feelin sum kinda way hurt bout dat sicle.

Then she said: My popsicle died.

I will never forget the way she said those words: my popsicle died.

It had melted.

I mean what choice did it have in Sals hot/ass grocer with no airconditioning?

Anyway-dat was how she had described her melted popsicle: 

IT HAD DIED.

Kids have a funny way of saying thangs that adults would never think to say.

Of course-I felt sorry for the lil cutey.

She had a look of sheer sadness on her early childhood/pre-school face.

It was the kinda face that made U wanna pinch her cheeks and tell her everything was gonna be alright.

Her eyes had turned an irritating red from a tearful tsunami dat had flooded her face.

She had on a neat/small pink dress.

The kind with the frilly lace.

The kinda dress that let U know she was truly a dainty lil kid that U didden wanna see sad becuz her popsicle had melted faster than she could eat it.

There were melted popsicle colors staining the front of her dress.

Her fingers were mottled & sticky with popsicle juice.

I made a skull note to give her mother a few bucks to help with cleaning the dress.

Honey was smart.

I could tell because when I asked her what kinda popsicle it was she told me in no uncertain terms the names of the flavors AND the dyes that made those flavors that had been outlawed in Great Britain and Canada--but were legal in the United States and Mexico.

To say-the least-I was impressed.

Sal what kinda popsicle was it?

It was that new Rainbow Coalition one-Silo. U know the ones I just started gettin in last week?

Yeah-I knew the ones.

They had been selling like crack.

All the kids loved em.

They were pretty to look at.

Had all the PRIDE colors in em.

And the taste was delicious--but the dyes in them were deadly.

I made another skullnote to talk to the LGBTQ organization who were sponsoring the popsicles about that.

They were a giant/non-profit PRIDE outfit that I sent money to once a month to help with their activism. But I could see they obviously needed help with their ingredients.

STILL: I could understand why the lil 5 year girl was upset: u never want your popsicle to melt before u can finish eating it.

Hell-even now at mah age-Im da same way.

For example: I hate for my icecream cone to melt before I can finish licking and lapping it down my throat.

So I knew what I had to do.

I reached in mah pocket and brought out $6.50 and gave it to the mother.

Heah. Take this. Five dollars is to help clean the dress. And the other $1.50 is for another Rainbow Coalition Popsicle.

Thank U so much but u dont have to do that.

I know. But I been 5 years old-too.

The mother just smiled & nodded in agreement.

I understand.

We exchanged numbers in case she ever needed me again.

When we shook hands/she held mah hand a moment too long to let me know she was interested.

I took the hint.

Then-I walked outta Sals store and went back upstairs to eat the batch of cookies I kept in the bottom drawer of mah desk for snackin.

--the end--

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SOUL COLLECTOR Continues to katch REC!!!!

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BLACK PULP FICTION PUBLISHING REVIEWS: DEAD DOGS by MANNY TORRES

This book needs 2 B made into a Movie TODAY. Not 2moro!!

MANNY TORRES' narrative voice is so strong it lifts the words right off the paper and sears them into yo consciousness. 

And I challenge anybody to write better scenes. Then: there is the DIALOGUE which is straight innercity/lowlife/slangy/pummeling patois that will bust yo head wide open to the white meat. 

Its VISCERAL BRUTALITY mixed wit slacker philosophizing yields one of the BEST books I have read in YEARS. Hands down.

Brotha TORRES is an unrecognized/ Huge TALENT deserving of a COME UP and possessor of a crucial/uncanny/unique VOICE that MUST BE heard in 

THIS (or probably any) genre.

This novel brings U Black Pulp Fiction/Urban Noir & Scalding Savagery in 150 pages of Uberiffic writing. Plain n simple THE MAN can flat-out WRITE.

Yes, the story was heavy on multiple characters that sometimes took a little work 2 keep up with BUTT Manny made them so interesting U could forgive that. Especially EL ALACRAN would be an interesting story by himself. 

The book was also a skosh DENSE wit DESCRIPTIVE goings-on. Again a minor complaint. 

Because the story kept moving/never stagnating. Some of the ABSURDITY of the situations reminded me of CHESTER HIMES while the ANIMAL-MINDED attitudes recalled pieces of DONALD GOINES oeuvre and even  CHARLES AVERY HARRIS.

If MANNY doesn't break-thru to the BIG TIME it will be a conspiracy. 

Thats how good he is.

Meanwhile-Im a fan waiting to read the next joint this man drops.

---duay knox--

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Make sho 2 cop mah own 2 Books called SOUL COLLECTOR (published by creative onion) https://creativeonionpress.com/product/soul-collector/ 

& the PUSSY DETECTIVE (published by clash books) https://www.clashbooks.com/

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