Day 26

I hope everyone had a good day yesterday- eating,drinking et alia. I am jealous. No. Really. I am hungry. (  ,_,)

As today is Boxing day, this is officially the day you get to open all the presents you receive yesterday. Or a day to get over your hangover if you’re Black. Negroes don’t do gifts. -_-.

Let us all take today to remember the little  gifts we have in our lives; the ones we often take for granted.

The gift of Life: You’re alive today. Someone didn’t live to see today. Someone almost didn’t live to see today. Take a little time out to thank God/Science/Voodoo/Whatever you believe in for the fact that you breathe.

The gift of Love: Not particularly Eros. Love for family. Love for friends. Love for the lovers. Love for spouses. Let us appreciate our ability to feel something. Being dead inside isn’t fun.

The gift of Internet: Lol. YES! Thank heavens for my internet provider without whom I’d have failed a lot of school work. 😀

The gift of sustenance: There is hunger and there is starvation. You are not starving (I hope). Be grateful for that.

The gift of Good friends: Good friends are good. Never neglect those people that are always ready to help when you’re in trouble. They might never talk to you often (like me) and they might even forget your birthday (like me) but you know if you call for help, they’ve got your back. Bless God for them.

The gift of a smile: Can’t explain this. Linked tohappiness.

There are so many gifts we can appreciate. Sight, Sound, Colour, Books! LORD BOOKS! THANK YOU!
We might not have gotten the latest iPhone or the latest fashion accessories but hey, material things don’t matter much when you think about the fact that some people have these things but are not alive to use them.

Anyway, I am done!
I will see you when I see you.
Leave your curtain open; Love watching you sleep. -.-

Day 25- Santa Claws

Dionysus decided to take you guys on today!
Hehehe!

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SANTA CLAWS

Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!
What will you like Santa to add to your wishlist?
I come bearing gifts for both the young and the old.
All I ask in return is your pound of flesh by the mould.

Santa Claws, sharper than Krueger Freddy,
I take what I want whenever I’m ready.
Kids scream in pure ecstacy,
As my fingers pierce through their soft belly.

Ladies shed tears of joy as my claws massage their fanny.
Blood dripping, I seem to be making them horny.
I want a car for christmas, he stood there wishing.
My claws were the key and his flesh was the ignition.

Ho Ho Ho!, I am Santa Claws!
I live and abide by only one law.
If you have a wish, Santa Claws would deliver.
But just remember to drop your liver,
Kidneys, toes, eyes will do.
Heart, intestines, kneecaps too

What you ask, you shall receive,
Along with your inevitable bereave.
Ho Ho Ho, I am Santa Claws!
I ride no elves, but you see me crusing a Porsche.
My stomach is bloated from drinking too much liquor.
I dyed my beard white cause young girls like em older.

Underneath my red suit are a pair of guns.
To get a titty flash from one of them uptight nuns.
I am Santa Claws and I aint no folklore.
‘Ho Ho Ho’ and my big belly are what I use to lure.

Girls, boys, men, women are fascinated.
Camouflaged as I rip their flesh and the blood painted.
Walls, floors, tables and ceilings,
I give birth to the new untainted phoenix.
Death gives life and the unborn is born.
I give something new as their flesh is ripped and torn.

I am Santa Claws and December 25th is when I make my Hitlist.
Give me a call and I’d give you a visit
Ho Ho Ho!
Merry Christmas!

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Frankly, Dionysus is crazy! LOL.
Do enjoy your festivities. Drink responsibly and be safe.
Bless!

Day 24 – The Bold Chicken

Hello! It’s a beautiful Monday morning! Kidding. -_-.
It’s a gloomy Monday and what better to boost moods than a story? Yes, I have a story!
Silly-ish! Enoy!

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THE BOLD CHICKEN

Obinna woke up and for a second he had no idea what day it was.
Then he remembered…and grinned. One looking at him would have described his smile as almost feral, yellow teeth glistening dully between dry, cracked lips.
“Today na today!” he murmured as he got out of bed – an old mattress, soft with age.
He yawned, stretching his arms as far as they could go up his head- which wasn’t far, considering his short stature.
‘Small stout’ his friends would call him in jest.

He walked over to the black polythene bad near his bed and after a search, punctuated by his yawning, brought out a white singlet which he donned quickly and left the room. He walked into a sparsely furnished and dark living room and peered closely at an unremarkable clock on the wall. Muttering and pointing, his face was scrunched up in concentration.
“Aha!” he whispered at last, smiling in satisfaction, as if he had just deciphered a particularly difficult code.
“It is thirty past six” he murmured, thirty pronounced ‘taati’.
With another smile, he left and walked into what seemed to be a kitchen. He scurried around in the darkness and came out triumphant with a knife and a bowl.
“Jezas good morning Sir” he sang softly under his breath as he used a key he must have retrieved from the living room to open the door. He walked back in to drop out and came out a few second later, picked the bowl with the knife and walked outside into the morning.
He took a deep breath and smiled, remembering his village. It almost smelled the same, thanks to the grassy pasture his Master and his wife had grown around the compound.
With a spring in his step, he walked to the back of the house, whistling a Christmas tune under his breath.
He got out a stool from a corner and placed it beside the gutter.
He brought the knife and with flourish, swiped it on the cemented ground.
He grinned, part excited about the crisp sound the metal made as it came in contact with the ground.
“Anyi ga eri sha sha! All correct Sah!” he said excitedly, shaking his shoulders in glee. “We will eat prenty!”
He swiped the knife a few more times, and testing its blade with his fingers, he decided it was sharp enough.
He got off the stool, knife on hand and walked till he got to a metal cage where cluckings were heard.
A hen poked its head out of the bars of its cage and Obinna gestured to it.
“Today na today!” he jumped up and broke into a dance, wriggling his waist as he made stabbing gestures to the floor.
“You willi dah-co-rate our prate today” he chortled.
The hen stared at him calmly, head twitching every few seconds.
“Anyi ga eri gwo gwo! All correct Sah!” he mock saluted at his poultry audience and burst into gales of laughter.
“When I serve Oga and Madam food today, I will sarut like dis and say All correct Sah!” he told the hen.
He cradled the knife under his armpit and opened the cage.
As he reached inside to grab the hen, it flew into his face, causing him to shriek in surprise, dropping back and allowing the hen escape.
“Chimo!” he shouted, and gave pursuit, knife in hand, swearing oaths on how he was going to kill it mercilessly.
The hen eluded him, managing to slip from his fingers every time he tried to grab a hold of its feathers.
“I che n’inwa anya! You think you’re bold ookwa ya!” he muttered furiously, trying to herd the taciturn hen to the back of the house.
It made for the front gate and his eyes widened in realisation and horror.
There was a gape just at the base of the gate where the hen could slip through. He had been told to fix it since by his Master but had postponed it due to laziness.
True to word, the hen shimmied through the opening, and Obinna caught it- ALMOST!
The hen disappeared and he heard its triumphant clucking as it ran its merry way off.
Tears came unbidden to his eyes add he imagined the reaction of his Master when he’d wake up later to find out that the Christmas chicken he had bought -quite expensively, as he boasted to his wife- had just run away.
Even more sorrowful, the fact that for the first time in many years, he won’t be eating chicken on Christmas day.

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Eshinshin carry pomo!
Lol dunno why I felt the need to type that!
How is everyone enjoying their holiday? Good?
Well I’ve got no holiday. Got work today. Yes, My boss is a Grinch but hey! Free lunch!
\(^.^)/
You have a lovely day and be safe!!!

Day 22- The Conductor

Hey! Today, someone called ‘Woyi OC’ would be taking over. Enjoy.

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THE CONDUCTOR

After much preparation it is time.
You take the stage with violin in hand.
The conductor faces you.
Eyes meet then she turns to the crowd, announces the symphony that is about to be played.
She turns back to face you.
Silence

You begin to play.
You’ve prepared for a long time.
You hope you have learnt from all the mistakes you made over the times.
You start to play.
The crowd watches.
They feel like its all perfect.
But the conductor knows; she knows what note is to come next.
They can’t truly see.
You’re nervous as you play the violin.
The conductor gestures away; frantically at high tempo upbeat parts,softly at low key parts.

She’s telling you what to do.
Even after all the practice, she still needs to show you.
Because she’s the conductor; he knows it, you play it.
The symphony is half done.
You’re getting it right.
Her face is still stern.
She does it to tell you half a success is none at all.
You keep playing.
You’re at the climax of the song.
That high part that gets the blood flowing fast.
You play with your mind and might at its peak.
Power and precision.

She smiles, the conductor smiles.
Its almost over.
You’re doing well thus far.
She’s happy with you.
The crowd doesn’t see; her back is turned to them.
But you know it is not over till its over; mind and body still sharp, you play frantically.
The symphony is almost at its end.
Just a few notes more, almost there.

It’s done.
You can’t look her in the face.
You know that she’s in charge.
You know she knows the music best.
You summon the courage to look at her.
She’s smiling, She’s happy.
You did it.
The crowd is applauding, but it doesn’t mean anything if she’s not smiling.
She is still smiling.
You are happy, she’s happy.

The crowd doesn’t understand.
But you both do.

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Happy Sabbath and good luck with guessing what this post is REALLY talking about 😉

Day 21- Death is Saving Me

Hey all! Tarhyel takes us through today!

Death is Saving Me

You know nothing of my kind

And you try to know what runs inside,

When I put on my evil smile.

But the more you know, the less you like.

Never has someone lived in such an aura of Apathy.

Is it over yet? you ask yourself.

What feeling is this in which I dwell?

You conquer your fear of courage and dig deeper;

Through my Iris, you find my soul.

Unexcused, Unabsorbed, Alone but Unafraid;

Unexplained, Unresolved, is it worth the price you pay?

You give me yours, for I have no heart.

You must be the Alchemy of all that is Loving.

My biggest fear Love, has come to me:

Death it seems, is saving me.

My lone-some existence has died,

Risen from Ash my Life can begin.

You bared the wounds on your back,

Scars untold upon your heart.

You are the one who stopped at nothing to set me free.

In this moment of eternity, I make a vow,

Never shall my WILL be undone;

To Love you with my all now and long after I’m gone.

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It’s Friday. Cheers to the coming weekend and holiday!

Day 19 – Sakura Blooms

Allo mes amies! Ça va?
Decided to take a leaf out of Mae Gregory’s book and do a time capsule for my memories of 2012. Do check out Mae’s blog on here -> http://stickyfingersxo.wordpress.com/

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SAKURA BLOOMS

12 months, each with their own troubles; with their own blessings.
I cannot remember the earlier months, of course. This is probably because nothing spectacular happened in them.
Actually, something did, Me. I remained alive.
I remember March; not because it is my birth month or because I remember my birthday, but because of the amount of stress I went through with course works.
April. May. June.
Relationship shook. New friends made. New discoveries about myself; about my capabilities as a human.
I use human as opposed to person because human denotes sides of the emotional.
Like a chemical reaction, old bonds broke and new bonds formed. Not an equilibrium reaction so there’s no going back.
LOL at my little scientific humour. Don’t worry if you don’t get it. Not about to teach you Le Chatelier’s Principle.
July to September.
Decisions to make bugged. To remain safe or to? To open up or not to? To take risks or not to?
I took it head on.
Not the easiest choices to make, but I have absolutely no regrets.
October to December.
The wait. The trickle of rejection. The waves of indecision and depression. I got over it.
Again, new bonds formed. Another chemistry in action.
God happened in my life. Strengthened me more. I know i’m a shit head on a good day but He hasn’t given up on my naughty self yet.
He gave me rain and I expect a bumper harvest soon.
He gave me fire to refine me like gold.
He gave me another Fire to complete my soul.
Spoke to my dad for the first time after six years of silence. In less than sixty seconds of conversation, I realized how much I had missed him. I realized how much I allowed myself channel this feeling through my hate. Through my hate, he remained with me. In less than sixty seconds, I realized how much I actually do still love him, annoying and irresponsible as his deeds were.
After some hours of turmoil, I decided it was actually OK to miss him and love him. I probably came to this decision late but better late than never.

The year isn’t over yet and I know many more good things would happen.
Decided to put like a ship in bottle, all my worries – my fears, my bitterness, my rage, my mood swings – into a bottle large enough to contain them.
I’ve decided to take that bottle with me to a beach and toss it into a sea; watch it float away.
That is what I’ve put in my time capsule. And I have sent it back in time where it would hurt me no more.

Sakura blooms, radiant with life and colour.
So will I…
So will I.

And you too!
Jana!

Day 18- The Gateway

I’ll leave you in the saner hands of Dionysus.

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THE GATEWAY

Fallen into a deep sleep, The sweet melody of nothingness embraces me and takes me to a place; A place so formless, so beautiful, so lucid and yet, I don’t remember any of it. They say time flies when you’re having fun. When I am in this place, I close my eyes for just a second and when I open it, I know I have travelled in time to the future. I must have had a lot of fun for time to fly that fast and yet, I am in a passive state. I feel refreshed and it was as if I merely blinked my eye. In between, what really happens? What happens when consciousness leaves? I like to call this place between sleeping and waking life, The Gateway.

What Happens In The Gateway? There are times we have flashes of imagery. Other times metaphors, vivid pictures, vague ideas, abstract concepts, strange voices and many more. We remember all these images so vividly when we sleep but as soon as we wake, we forget them. They say dreaming occurs during REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep i.e When our eyes roll under our eyelids during sleep. Its happened to me countless times that I have had the most beautiful of dreams when I sleep and yet when I wake, I can’t remember them. I just know they made me feel good as I saw the images in my sleep but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to recollect what happened.

People also claim to have Out-of-body experiences in The Gateway. They believe we all have an astral body and we can astral project by some deep form of meditation designed to silence the mind. They say the astral body leaves through the pineal gland located in the middle of our forehead. Some call this The Third Eye and say it holds a lot of spiritual powers if awakened. Some say they leave their bodies during sleep and travel the world in their astral bodies. They claim the experience is sort of like first person clairvoyance. Can we really rationalise what goes on in The Gateway? Can we really know what happens in the mental world of an individual stuck in The Gateway? Can scientists observe the flow of blood in the brain and the various chemical reactions that occur in the brain to cause us to dream? Can they isolate certain parts of the brain and cause us to dream while we are awake?..Some shamans believe that what happens when we sleep is reality and what happens when we awake are dreams and illusions. They believe that mankind is forever in a state of deep sleep even though conscious. They are of the idea that if we could remember our dreams during sleep and also decipher its hidden meanings, we would have a true guide to show us the way as we live our lives in conscious waking life.

Another experience that happens during The Gateway is when you are awake and yet you can’t move your body. They call this sleep paralysis. You are conscious of what’s going on around you and your senses are working but you can’t seem to control your body. This has also happened to me many times. Maybe its a mini form of astral projection. Maybe I’m out of my body and I’m sensing things around me. Maybe I’m just too tired and I forgot how to control my limbs. There’s also the recurring dream of falling from a cliff or a high structure and the moment you hit the floor, you awaken. This is accompanied by a subtle pain in your solar plexus. Again, maybe that’s the astral body returning to the original body and falling from a cliff is the mental imagery you get in the dream. There are also wet dreams were you wake up lying in a pool of your own semen. Some say a female demon or succubus is responsible for this. They believe this demon has intercourse with you while you sleep and causes you to ejaculate against your will. Sadly, I also have had my own fair share of wet dreams in my teenage years(perverted mind). It isn’t that I saw myself having sex with a hot dame during sleep, I just know I’m pounding against something and when I cum in my dream, it gushes out like a hose!. I feel as if I’ve filled up a river with semen in my dream but when I wake, its not that bad. That also happens generally in dream life. Your emotions are heightened, senses are sharper and everything seems over-exaggerated. I can’t tell if women have this too. We also hear of the incubus but I don’t know if any female is honest enough to tell us whether she really climaxes in her sleep when the incubus shows up. Are there any physical symptoms of orgasm or he just makes her have morbid fantasies? I’m talking about does she wake up with liquid dripping from her loins or maybe she just has sex with the incubus in her dream and there are no signs when she wakes?

Life has many mysteries and he who is to know life has to first know Self. He has to know the reason Why. The root Why from where all the other small why’s spring from. There’s always one sole reason why we do what we do and it usually comes from a feeling of lack within. Its a seed planted in our mind. Like a hydra, the more we cut the head off and try to ‘fix’ this lack, the more heads pop out, the more why’s grow till there are stems, branches and leaves of whys in our minds. In The Gateway however, abnormal things happen. You might see yourself in a garden surrounded by white doves one moment and then the next moment, your stomach is drilled with a chainsaw by a loved one. That is the hidden message in The Gateway. Irrationality. Maybe sometime in the near future, scientists would understand what happens to us when we sleep but for now, what we can get from The Gateway is Irrationality. All our understanding is limited, biased and tailored to keep us in our shell forever screaming from our prison cells, telling our other inmates we are free. We who live in ‘society’ are all sentenced to life imprisonment from the moment we are born. Mankind has only two natural drives or instincts. The Desire for Self Preservation and The Desire to Reproduce. Concepts like money, language, Tv, Marriage, office, education, politics etc are a perversion to the instincts and are all artificial stimulants. As man climbs the ladder of what society calls success, he is erecting the bars to his prison cell firmly with his own hands. When he does all that is expected of him by ‘Society’, he would have built a large prison for himself, forever locked away from the outside world. There are also those who don’t follow what ‘Society’ tells them to do and again, these ones still end up in prisons built by their own hands. Only thing is their prison is more wretched and dilapidated. What is the way out? What does The Gateway teach us?

Irrationality is the only rational state of mind. We can never know where we are going cause we don’t know where we came from. How can you finish something when you don’t know where you started from? There are a billion paths you could choose to follow in life so how do you know that the One out of a billion you chose is the right one? Is there any judge that would tell you these things in the end? What if he told you, sorry son, you followed the wrong path.. Would that console you or crush you and the feeling of consolement and being crushed, what does it really mean? Do you really feel it or you think you feel it? Can any feeling ever occur without a subtitle in the form of thought playing in your head? Why is it some thoughts occur without you thinking about them and you feel good doing them while some other thoughts occur and you keep thinking about them and feel bad when you try to do them? Irrationality is the solution to all this..

Just like The Gateway, we should fly through time and shatter the senses. We should destroy our linear form of thinking and reasoning. We are all sentenced to life imprisonment and we can’t escape it. The only way to deal with this is to have this irrational belief that we are free, that we can can escape our prison. Although, we might never break out of prison, trying to break out is the most rewarding experience in life, even though painful at times. Don’t try and remove the log in your eye, endure the pain and enjoy the view. Believe that there is no log. The inner life is all there is. We believe that there is a world out there because our eyes see far ahead but everything out there occurs in the brain, your brain. The human body is what we use to communicate with the outside world and the outside world is just a projection of the inner world. Apart from nature, everything we see out there was created inside someone’s mind. A diseased mind would see a desolate world of suffering and apathy even if you gave him a thousand pieces of gold while a clean mind would see a different world. Waking life is filled with distractions. These distractions are designed for us to escape ourselves. Everyone is moving, talking, looking, listening, smelling, tasting, feeling so the mind is never at rest forever bombarded by foreign stimulus. What is the aim of all this struggle in the end? We have to eventually come to the conclusion that there is no aim. Only then can we attain liberation through Irrationality. The Struggle is the Aim. To cleanse your mind is to start doing what you wouldn’t normally do, Irrational things. Only then can you find the path that leads to The Gateway and harness its power in waking life.

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Co-signed!

Day 17

So it’s Monday and I know how we all love Mondays. Oh you didn’t get the memo? LOL. -_-
Yes, we love Mondays and I decided to write about something i tweeted last evening.

Disclaimer: Blame this shit on Caffeine.

So saw a Retweet about a Sex playlist and this shit struck me as funny. Apparently, some of you have songs you want to have sex to?
Really?
How does that work?
When do you put on the music or when is the right time to put on the music? I’m asking girls because guys don’t do that shit. (If you do, you’re gay, in which case, you’re a chic.)
Let me get this straight:
You and a dude all giggly and messing around, soon the play kisses get intense. You undress. Dude is ready to charge and you say “Hold on let me put on some music.”
Really??????
You now put on some gay ass song with a gay-ass singer (Hey Trey) singing about sex and that shit supposed to be romantic?
If I were a guy, my erection would die instantly. I mean why the hell would I want to listen to some guy telling me he wants me to touch his body?
Or is it R-Kelly? What if the song you put is the guy’s fave song and dude FUCKING STARTS TO SING AND TWERK INSTEAD OF GIVING YOU SOME!!!!? WTF IS THIS?!!
AN INDIAN PORN MOVIE?
Niggas be thrusting and shii and all of a sudden, a couple of other naked niggas appear and y’all break into a fucking dance. That’s what I think of when I hear ‘SEX PLAYLIST’.

How does that even work with quickies? Say he’s driving and suddenly feels the need to offload (It happens!). He parks the car and leads you into a bush.(It happens!) He’s tryna raise your skirt quickly because you’re wearing no underwear (IT BLOODY HAPPENS!) And all of a fucked-up sudden you say something like “Hold on, let me get my phone”
Mans would think you wanna put it off or something and you scroll to the Sex Playlist on your phone and click play?
If I was yo man, I’d leave your music-loving ass in that bush, walk to my car and drive off! I hope your music attracts some wild-ass animals to taste your MUSIC. LOVING. ASS! LET’S SEE HOW YOU’D LIKE THAT!
CRAP!

If I were to make up a sex playlist, I’d make it an Igbo traditional music. Have you heard the drums on them things? FAST!
I would expect the guy to pump in time or faster to that. Now THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.
But let’s be real, no sane guy would agree to shag to that cause his faggoty-ass don’t gat no rhythm!
That’s some hip-shaking music! That’s the way to conceive FUCKING CHAMPIONS! Hercules wasn’t conceived to bloody Akon singing ‘I just Had sex’ in the background!
If you ain’t gonna do some Igbo Heavy Metal, TURN THAT SHIT OFF!!!
Let us both scream and make our own music; well in my case, you scream in pain and I scream in laughter.

The only reasonable reason I see why you’d want to play music is so no one knows what you doing. In which case, I suggest you to just put on a bloody Christian song. But you wouldn’t would you? You can’t get your groove on with Akanchawa playing in the background can you? Because it would feel like Jesus is watching yo wide, naked ass, calling some next guy yo daddy. You dirry, dirry girl!
If you wanna mask the sound so bad, listen to Celine Dion. But is that possible? I mean one minute he’s pulling your hair the next y’all are hugging and crying, singing “Every night in my dream, I see you, I feel you…”
CRAP!

As I said in my tweet, If you have the time to put on music, the you really aren’t horny to be frank with your thirsty-ass self. I mean it’s  a NEED! Your body is SHAKING! LIKE GRRRRRRRR AMMA GRIND THIS GUY TO THE GROUND! AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR MUSIC AT THIS POINT!
YOU THROW THAT NIGGA ON A WALL, YOU RIP THOSE CLOTHES OFF AND YOU BLOODY. GET.  IT!!!!!
Maybe after the 15th or 16th round when his weak-ass is near death, then you can play some music to revive him, Nahwhamsaying??

If you REALLY insist on a song, I’ll recommend one. Ladies, this song would tell your man exactly what you want. I recommend this STRONGLY.

Tie me Down by Concentus.

Tie Me Down and Fuck Me (Hard)
tie me down – fuck me hard
tie me down – fuck me hard
tie me down – and fuck me hard

come tie me down – bring the cuffs (At this point his sorry-ass better be working!)

come strap me in – and make me sin
come suck me dry – until i cry
come fuck me hard – until i’m sore (AHMEAN!!!!! PREACH!)

make me scream
make me bleed
make me scream
make me bleed 

tie me tighter
ride me harder
ride me till i can’t speak or scream

tie me down – fuck me hard
tie me down – fuck me hard
tie me down – and fuck me hard

come strap me down – bring the whip

come strap me in – and make me sin
come suck me dry – until i die (Ok. Pause. Dafuq…?)
come fuck me hard – until i bleed

tie me down – fuck me hard
tie me down – fuck me hard
tie me down – and fuck me hard

never foreplay
come on and tie me down – never foreplay (This right here is the bridge. THIS IS WHERE YOU GO FOR GOLD LIKE YOU IN DA OLYMPICS!)
come on and fuck me hard – never foreplay
come on and suck me dry – never foreplay

tie me tighter
ride me harder
ride me till i can’t speak or scream (HE BETTER OBEY DAFUGGING INSTRUCTION SISTAH!!!)

Wanna know the beauty of this song? IT’S FRIGGIN’ EIGHT MINUTES LONG! It’s long enough for a round! AND YOU CAN BLOODY PUT IT ON REPEAT!

If yo man runs outta the house clothes in hands once it starts playing, HE AIN’T MAN ENOUGH!
If he breaks up with you cos he thinks your preedy ass is psycho, HE. AIN’T. MAN. ENOUGH!

It’s that simple.

I am done.

Have a lovely Monday. I know I will…

Disclaimer: Blame this shit on Caffeine.
In case you didn’t see it the first time, bloody bat-eyes.

Day 16 – End of the World

Allo!
Today, Dionysus is taking over!

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END OF THE WORLD

If the world was actually going to end and you were given a heads-up beforehand, how would you spend your last days? Seriously, if Today was the last day of existence, what would you do before you got swept away by rapture or crushed by meteorites from space?.. Feel Free to voice your opinion at the end of this but let me explore some possibilities of my own…

1. REPENTANCE

Ah, yes!, this is where you’d find most people. They are all holding their bibles or crucifixes or kneeling down in church and praying violently or singing praise and worship with their eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling…the path of mass fear!. We came to this world and right from the beginning, they told us our very existence is cursed! They say everyone born of this world is born of sin and if we deny our instinctive drives, we might get lucky and make it to this place called ‘heaven’. If it is such a burden to actually be sinless on Earth, then heaven must be a place where humans gnash their teeth and weep inside while wearing a smiling façade. Heaven must be like the workplace; Everybody pretending to like each other, laughing loudly at jokes that ain’t funny and all in all, acting like everything is fine when its as boring as watching paint dry. Think about it… Its meant to be a smooth sailing trip from Earth to Heaven, no turbulence, but to live a life without sin is to suffer intense pain from your fellow humans on Earth. The most common pain is the pain of ostracism. I’m not talking about pseudo religious people who only have God’s name on their lips not in their hearts. People who are actually devoted to religion know what I’m talking about. You’d forever be ridiculed by your peers and feel repressed, like you’re denying a huge part of yourself, burying it underneath. You’d feel cheated more than you feel blessed, like you’ve been alienated from everyday life. Its the case of the sinful party chick who gets married to a billionaire while the christian girl is still single and hurting inside. She usually wears a plastic smile on her face and pays lip service to Christ even though she’s burning within. If Heaven where real, going there is not gonna be pleasurable. Solitude is the only true path to heaven, aloneness, loneliness. To really be sinless is to live in solitude. Many Humans cannot deal with solitude so I don’t know why they think they’d feel good if they actually went to heaven…

2. REVENGE

I love this path even though many won’t choose to take it. It is punishing your enemy! whoever he or she is. Since the world is gonna end, you’d just say fuck it and look for that enemy you’ve murdered many times in your mind and actually kill Him/Her in real life. Sharpen your blades! Fuel your chainsaws! Load that shotgun!, make sure that marafucker dies by your hands! Its orgasm to your soul ending your enemy’s life with your own hands.

3. FRIENDS & FAMILY

This is another path people would likely choose. They’d spend time with their friends and family; sit together and go down memory lane, say those mushy mushy words they wouldn’t say on a normal day, stare at the sunset together with Celine Dion’s music playing in the background… You get the picture.

4. INHIBITIONLESS

I also love this path! Since the world is ending today, rip off all your clothes, scream at the top of your lungs, smack a girls ass for no reason, take all the drugs you can find. You’re basically going down swinging! Your last moments on Earth would be so fucking great that the afterlife would seem boring to you (If there’s any)

5. REVELATIONS

Fasten your seatbelts and open your ears wide cause this is where you hear the most shocking secrets revealed!. You might just realise your brother is in the Yakuza or your girlfriend was once an orangutang!. This is where people pour out all their deep dark secrets, clear it off their chest since the world is gonna end anyway. It might be fun to listen to… sometimes.

6. DENIAL

There are obviously those who just can’t believe that the world will come to an end one day (including me). Hollywood has corrupted our minds with special effects and science fiction that we think we’d get plucked by some white light from the sky (the Holy ones) OR we’d witness the Apocalypse and get crushed in the final battle between the Angels from Heaven and the Demons from Hell…Yawn!.. Some people will go to work, come back home and sleep even if the world were ending today. They just can’t accept that strange phenomena like that could occur. It would have been fucking epic though if something like that could happen

This is all I could come up with. Tell us how you’d spend your last days on Earth if the world where ending today.

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Lool! The world ending? Man’s gonna be in a frigging Chinese buffet eating myself to a premature heart attack! Then get married to the nearest guy. Man’s can’t die single. Jesus didn’t die for that. -.- Consummate the marriage inside the church there there. Hotel gini? Are you not hear the world is gonna end ni? My friend will you bring out that penis biko! Are we here to play?

We gats do like 20 rounds…at least.

The End.

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Day 15

Hey guys! Today, I’ll be doing another freeform writing, seeing as I have nothing set to offer.
Good luck!

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Mama, they marched us to the parade ground. I held the hand of Nahor. He didn’t let me go even as I stumbled. They shouted at me roughly, Mama. It made me sad. You never shout at me even when I am naughty.
After marching us to the ground, they made us take off our clothes. They said we might have diseases. They shaved my hair too. I am not happy. I miss my curly hair, Mama. I miss your fingers running through my curls.
Where are you mama? Hope they’re not shouting at you? No one shouts at my Mama!
They’re taking us into a chamber mama. They said it’s to bath us.
I hope I’ll be able to see you tonight. Nahor misses you too but he’s ‘being a man’.
They’re pushing us roughly into the chamber.
Nahor is shaking.
It’s just a bath. I wonder why he’s afraid…

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They captured us from our homes. Rounded us up like animals. Don’t take anything! Out! They screamed at us, hate twisting their faces, guns pointed at us. We obeyed.
We’re on a train huddled together.
Where is our destination, an old man asked. They hit him and told him to him up.
We’re watching landscape change in silence. Someone tries to sing but no one responds. Our hearts are heavy.
We’ve passed familiar places, Towns we visited in happier times.
The train stops at a station and more people are pushed in.
Where are you taking us to? An indignant man asks. One of the guards shoots him in the chest, laughing and leaves him in the carriage. The younger children are screaming. 
Some of the girls are crying.
Why us?
What did we do?
The men are trying to move the body to another part of the already cramped coach.
The train passes a post that reads ‘Auschwitz’.
I watch the sign even as it had passed out of view. Fear twists my heart.
Bubbe holds my hands tightly, her frail body quivering with exhaustion and age.
We wonder what we’ll find there…

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Cries.
Screams.
Their voices are raised, day and night.
Black smoke pours out of the huge chimneys attached to the chambers.
Cries.
Screams.
They’re being burned alive.
Eli Eli lama sabachtani?

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That’s it.
Dunno why they came to mind; those children in 1942.
They went to Auschwitz- Birkenau.
They never came back…

Sigh.