Friday, June 19, 2009
awake
After a long sleep I'm awake. The world seem much different than it did a few months ago. Everything is a lighter shade of grey. Everything seems perky, even Raptus' breasts, which seemed droopy back then. I'm pissed I didn't get to send in an entry for CDV's short story competition but I had other things on my mind.
The world is a funny place with lots of funny people, not you Stolid, you de bass. I see Reuel announcing that he will make a post Living Guyana assessment of the blogosphere, who cares? I didn't post....much during that time.
I'm at a crossroad and I don't know which direction to proceed in, I won't be asking for directions though because that would be a loss of man points and would definately be an unmanly thing to do....according to Silver Dragon.
Frikken Soul Stealer stole my OMG! idea and pass it off as his own, him ass can't produce anything like that. I'd like to see him try. Fool thought I stopped blogging.........
Ah going by Edy's ....got a sudden urge for ice cream....wanna join me Raptus?
The world is a funny place with lots of funny people, not you Stolid, you de bass. I see Reuel announcing that he will make a post Living Guyana assessment of the blogosphere, who cares? I didn't post....much during that time.
I'm at a crossroad and I don't know which direction to proceed in, I won't be asking for directions though because that would be a loss of man points and would definately be an unmanly thing to do....according to Silver Dragon.
Frikken Soul Stealer stole my OMG! idea and pass it off as his own, him ass can't produce anything like that. I'd like to see him try. Fool thought I stopped blogging.........
Ah going by Edy's ....got a sudden urge for ice cream....wanna join me Raptus?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
coolies............
i see some comments about indians being repulsed at being called coolies. well lets delve into the matter.
coolies or bound workers were brought to the caribbean to work on the plantations after slavery was abolished. bound workers as the term indicates were contracted to work for a specific time, under specific conditions for a specific pay package. bound workers included chinese, africans, indians and portuguese.
now why should indians alone be termed coolies (bound workers) when africans and others were also coolies. one reason may be because the term originated in india. however, indians are not the only coolies in guyana. i theorize that africans sought to demean the indians so they called them coolies, after all they were branded niggers by the white plantocracy.
i think we should all concentrate on dishing out some pay back to those white folks put us in the situation we're in...... on second thoughts its probably for the better that my ancestors were brought here. since they came from the poorest states in india, today probably might have been in a line to sell my kidney to provide ration for my 20 pickneys.
getting back to the topic......today many persons are bound workers (coolies), when you sign a contract to offer your services for a period of time you are bound to the company. if you break that contract you are penalized......nowadays monetary as opposed to lashes and was the norm in those plantation days.
peace
coolies or bound workers were brought to the caribbean to work on the plantations after slavery was abolished. bound workers as the term indicates were contracted to work for a specific time, under specific conditions for a specific pay package. bound workers included chinese, africans, indians and portuguese.
now why should indians alone be termed coolies (bound workers) when africans and others were also coolies. one reason may be because the term originated in india. however, indians are not the only coolies in guyana. i theorize that africans sought to demean the indians so they called them coolies, after all they were branded niggers by the white plantocracy.
i think we should all concentrate on dishing out some pay back to those white folks put us in the situation we're in...... on second thoughts its probably for the better that my ancestors were brought here. since they came from the poorest states in india, today probably might have been in a line to sell my kidney to provide ration for my 20 pickneys.
getting back to the topic......today many persons are bound workers (coolies), when you sign a contract to offer your services for a period of time you are bound to the company. if you break that contract you are penalized......nowadays monetary as opposed to lashes and was the norm in those plantation days.
peace
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
ah hah
i felt the insides so warm and soft. it was like silk engulfing me. i thrust further and further, deeper and deeper. i pushed so deep and i touched it. there was a sharp pain and i felt a hot sensation on my finger...........
indian girls
why all the beef bout them indian girls.....dem aint anything special .....how yall gon feel if i start commenting on black, chiney, buck or any other race of females. this segregation bizness shouldn't be promoted.
i hear black girls bitching, in a rather brawling backdam voice and language over one issue or the other (most times bout dem friend man) but dat don't stop me from looking at the goods. i tune out the voice/sound and concentrate on the ass.
stolid you too stupit .....you mussee let nuff coolie gyals slip through you fingers....you aint no playa .......
i hear black girls bitching, in a rather brawling backdam voice and language over one issue or the other (most times bout dem friend man) but dat don't stop me from looking at the goods. i tune out the voice/sound and concentrate on the ass.
stolid you too stupit .....you mussee let nuff coolie gyals slip through you fingers....you aint no playa .......
Thursday, April 30, 2009
today.........
I went to town to hand in me tax return.......dem ppl tek out $ 200 and give me. I ask dem whats dat for. Them seh that me need it fuh passage. Me get vex and seh me nah undastand. Dem seh dat based on me income tax return dem need to collect a special tax fuh me cause me way below the bread line. Me collect de money ketch a bus and guh home...................
Next time ah gots to be more careful wid me figures.
Next time ah gots to be more careful wid me figures.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Redemption 2
Chapter 1
I heard a faint bang then the lights went out. I must have been in that state for what seemed an eternity. I slowly rose to my feet and saw her there, bent, clutching something, crying hysterically. I ambled over towards her trying to tell her to keep it down, I have a headache. I reached to touch her shoulder but it felt like my hands passed right through her. I then looked at what she was clutching, it was me.
It all came back to me then. The trip, my plan, the note and every little shit that made me do what I did. Like a rational human being, I tried to evaluate the situation. I needed to know if I could see myself; I could not. I needed to establish if I could see others.....like me. So I went out, not sure if I'm walking or flying but it was a pretty good pace. I decided that I wasn't too adventurous at the moment so I went back to the cabin.
Seeing her there, holdling me, made me feel somewhat guilty, I knew it would pass soon. I thought I would stay for my funeral before moving on to.....God knows what......literally. I didn't go to the hospital and I definitely wasn't making myself available for the autposy. I hung around the house looking at some of my enemies cringe as they try to say something nice about me without sounding too hypocritical. I thoroughly enjoyed that aspect of dying.
I heard a faint bang then the lights went out. I must have been in that state for what seemed an eternity. I slowly rose to my feet and saw her there, bent, clutching something, crying hysterically. I ambled over towards her trying to tell her to keep it down, I have a headache. I reached to touch her shoulder but it felt like my hands passed right through her. I then looked at what she was clutching, it was me.
It all came back to me then. The trip, my plan, the note and every little shit that made me do what I did. Like a rational human being, I tried to evaluate the situation. I needed to know if I could see myself; I could not. I needed to establish if I could see others.....like me. So I went out, not sure if I'm walking or flying but it was a pretty good pace. I decided that I wasn't too adventurous at the moment so I went back to the cabin.
Seeing her there, holdling me, made me feel somewhat guilty, I knew it would pass soon. I thought I would stay for my funeral before moving on to.....God knows what......literally. I didn't go to the hospital and I definitely wasn't making myself available for the autposy. I hung around the house looking at some of my enemies cringe as they try to say something nice about me without sounding too hypocritical. I thoroughly enjoyed that aspect of dying.
The funeral was surprisingly well attended, a few persons were crying. Others were lost in their own little worlds forgetting where they were. Sometimes a few giggles slipped out and that was followed by a few shhhhhs by those nearby. The pastor preached a touching sermon, I was actually moved to tears. Finally they put me in the ground as I took one last look at my body; I was quite the handsome fellow, never mind the little extra in the middle.
Chapter 2
I wandered around the cemetery after everyone was gone, it wasn't easy watching my own funeral. There were many things I left unattended, so many loose ends that needed to be tied up. I found a tall tree and made my way to the top. From there I could see a good portion of the city I once worked in. I never took the time to appreciate it while I was among the living. The simple sunset seemed so stunning, the way the little lights appeared in the townhouses as the night stepped in, the anxious sounds of the night critters rambled on for eternity. I sat there, reflecting on my life, my accomplishments, my failures and my pains. I closed my eyes and drifted off........to sleep.
I was awakened by the blaring horns of the commuters making their way to work, A new day in my .....death .....has begun. No longer was I tied to the funeral and needed to buzz about the home, I'm off to explore my new world.
I did not see any others like me for the three days since I passed and I' m begining to think I wont either. I did not see any bright light beckoning me, no demons came with pitchforks and chains looking for me, its just an eerie silence. Its like theres no way out for me. I decided I would go to church, maybe there's a central point you have to go to be picked up. I took all precautions to avoid stripclubs and bars......just in case.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Lazy Ass Stolid
That fucker told me he was going to add me to his blog list ages ago. Its all good. Just reminding yuh.
Redemption
Every June we would go up the mountain to spend time together. It’s not like we can't do that anywhere else but the air is better up there, its peaceful and it gives us time to really connect. It was a quiet place, the clouds floated by like little sheep, the stream gushing over a miniature waterfall, the amazing view of the forest canopy from the summit. It was nature at its best, you could hear the birds chirping, the wind through the trees competed with them, the frogs and a variety of insects joined in the noise making session. It was truly a paradise, a place to get away from it all, to renew our minds and refresh our souls.
Joanne was an angel; tall, short black hair, green eyes, fair, sweet lips and fair. Put a sword in her hands and you'll think she's a character from Final Fantasy. We've been married for 10 years and as with married couples we used this time to iron out our differences, reaffirm our love for each other and try to recreate the chemistry from our younger days.
We packed our bags into the newly acquired Suzuki Vitara and headed on our way. We took most of the essential items and as a frequent traveller I knew of everything we would need. The journey was strained and long, not much was said between us; only the changing of songs on the mp3 player interrupted the tranquil path we were on.
We got to the log cabin and unpacked our stuff. Actually I did the unpacking while she went to bed. It was twilight and I wanted to take some photographs of the sky. I showered quickly, kissed her on the forehead, grabbed the camera and scurried to the lookout point.
I took a few shots then sat on the bench I created a few trips back. Things were not the same, though we were here, our minds seem to be somewhere else. I just didn't feel the same.
I took in the setting, sighed and exhaled deeply, I knew what had to be done but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The walk back to the cabin seemed never ending. My heart kept pounding in my chest like with wanted to escape, it wanted no part of what I was about to do.
I reached the cabin door and opened it silently, she was still asleep. I went to the table, picked up the revolver, spun the barrel a few times and placed it back on the table. I got out the pen and a piece of paper and scribbled a note saying how sorry I am for what I’m about to do. I picked up the revolver once again and headed towards the bed. I bent over her and kissed her on the forehead, took two steps backward, cocked and pointed the gun then fired........
Joanne was an angel; tall, short black hair, green eyes, fair, sweet lips and fair. Put a sword in her hands and you'll think she's a character from Final Fantasy. We've been married for 10 years and as with married couples we used this time to iron out our differences, reaffirm our love for each other and try to recreate the chemistry from our younger days.
We packed our bags into the newly acquired Suzuki Vitara and headed on our way. We took most of the essential items and as a frequent traveller I knew of everything we would need. The journey was strained and long, not much was said between us; only the changing of songs on the mp3 player interrupted the tranquil path we were on.
We got to the log cabin and unpacked our stuff. Actually I did the unpacking while she went to bed. It was twilight and I wanted to take some photographs of the sky. I showered quickly, kissed her on the forehead, grabbed the camera and scurried to the lookout point.
I took a few shots then sat on the bench I created a few trips back. Things were not the same, though we were here, our minds seem to be somewhere else. I just didn't feel the same.
I took in the setting, sighed and exhaled deeply, I knew what had to be done but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The walk back to the cabin seemed never ending. My heart kept pounding in my chest like with wanted to escape, it wanted no part of what I was about to do.
I reached the cabin door and opened it silently, she was still asleep. I went to the table, picked up the revolver, spun the barrel a few times and placed it back on the table. I got out the pen and a piece of paper and scribbled a note saying how sorry I am for what I’m about to do. I picked up the revolver once again and headed towards the bed. I bent over her and kissed her on the forehead, took two steps backward, cocked and pointed the gun then fired........
Saturday, February 7, 2009
C.D. I want a book also
A chance encounter
Pradesh was nervous; sweat was dripping from his forehead as he bent over her supple form. She laid there, eyes closed, oblivious of the trembling figure above her. The earphones were fastened securely to her ears; he could hear a familiar tune squeaking out of them as she moved in tandem with the rhythmic beat reverberating in her ears. He bit his bottom lip, admiring her beauty. Light skinned and curvaceous, she smelled intoxicatingly edible. He edged his trembling hands towards her thighs, closer and closer, shaking almost violently now.
The noises in the background was getting very distracting, he tried fruitlessly to block them out. He could hear his friends shouting, “Come on! Do it quick!!!!” Without hesitation he plunged his next to her thighs and withdrew it just as quickly. He heard a faint swishing sound, actually three.
He opened his eyes, taking his time to adjust to his surroundings, when suddenly he felt a harsh poke in his ribcage. “What the fuck were you thinking? You think you can feel up unsuspecting girls on the beach while they are sleeping? What? Are you like some kind of pervert or something? I have a mind to call the police.”
His head was throbbing, however, the pain in his side was subsiding. The figure before him was getting clearer and clearer. “What did you hit me with?” “My electric fly swatter, now answer my questions!” “Okay! Okay! Just gimme a sec.” He took a few deep breaths and began. “I saw you there lying peacefully, and I didn’t want to disturb you, so I thought I would just grab it quick and go away.” She stood there, perplexed. “What the fuck are you talking about? My patience is wearing thin.”
He clenched his fist tightly and felt it there. Good! He thought. “This! He said as he showed her the red rubber ball. “My friends and I were playing softball and I hit it over here. So while they continued to play with the other one, I had to retrieve this one.”
With her eyes downcast, mumbled “sorry I hit you but you really should have asked me to hand you that ball. A girl can never be too careful with all kinds of perverts and freaks lurking around.” Summoning all his courage he stammered “Well....then you owe me for my injuries....how about you buying me a drink and we call it even.”
She was about to tell him that he has some nerve but she stopped. She looked at him blankly and as if someone was controlling her, she responded in a strained voice “okay”. He was half-expecting her to shot him down so he was caught off guard by her answer. “Okay? Seriously? Am well here’s my uh number.” They exchanged numbers and names then he went on his way.
“What took you so long” Gairy asked. “Uh.....nothing.....just had a hard time finding the ball” he replied.
For the remainder of the afternoon, he kept replaying the encounter in his mind.........Ahuradha.
Pradesh was nervous; sweat was dripping from his forehead as he bent over her supple form. She laid there, eyes closed, oblivious of the trembling figure above her. The earphones were fastened securely to her ears; he could hear a familiar tune squeaking out of them as she moved in tandem with the rhythmic beat reverberating in her ears. He bit his bottom lip, admiring her beauty. Light skinned and curvaceous, she smelled intoxicatingly edible. He edged his trembling hands towards her thighs, closer and closer, shaking almost violently now.
The noises in the background was getting very distracting, he tried fruitlessly to block them out. He could hear his friends shouting, “Come on! Do it quick!!!!” Without hesitation he plunged his next to her thighs and withdrew it just as quickly. He heard a faint swishing sound, actually three.
He opened his eyes, taking his time to adjust to his surroundings, when suddenly he felt a harsh poke in his ribcage. “What the fuck were you thinking? You think you can feel up unsuspecting girls on the beach while they are sleeping? What? Are you like some kind of pervert or something? I have a mind to call the police.”
His head was throbbing, however, the pain in his side was subsiding. The figure before him was getting clearer and clearer. “What did you hit me with?” “My electric fly swatter, now answer my questions!” “Okay! Okay! Just gimme a sec.” He took a few deep breaths and began. “I saw you there lying peacefully, and I didn’t want to disturb you, so I thought I would just grab it quick and go away.” She stood there, perplexed. “What the fuck are you talking about? My patience is wearing thin.”
He clenched his fist tightly and felt it there. Good! He thought. “This! He said as he showed her the red rubber ball. “My friends and I were playing softball and I hit it over here. So while they continued to play with the other one, I had to retrieve this one.”
With her eyes downcast, mumbled “sorry I hit you but you really should have asked me to hand you that ball. A girl can never be too careful with all kinds of perverts and freaks lurking around.” Summoning all his courage he stammered “Well....then you owe me for my injuries....how about you buying me a drink and we call it even.”
She was about to tell him that he has some nerve but she stopped. She looked at him blankly and as if someone was controlling her, she responded in a strained voice “okay”. He was half-expecting her to shot him down so he was caught off guard by her answer. “Okay? Seriously? Am well here’s my uh number.” They exchanged numbers and names then he went on his way.
“What took you so long” Gairy asked. “Uh.....nothing.....just had a hard time finding the ball” he replied.
For the remainder of the afternoon, he kept replaying the encounter in his mind.........Ahuradha.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
will the real brass knuckle please stand up
Another year comes as the old one passes
Many reflections, many wrong choices
Would I change the things I have done?
Would I right the wrongs I have committed?
Would I wish I was a saint.....
Piously searching my soul for impurities?
Who am I really, who is this brass knuckle?
Does my nature reflects my name?
Do I even matter in the greater scheme of things?
Or am I just another wanna be attention seeker
Trying to leave his mark.....one way or another?
What would you say I if told you I'm a Christian?
Would you scoff and say "thats impossible it doesn't suit your writings"
What would think if I told you I'm a happily married man?
How about me being a logical thinker, a perfectionist, an organised person?
What I if told you I'm meticulous , a great planner and an introvert?
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who you are?
Many reflections, many wrong choices
Would I change the things I have done?
Would I right the wrongs I have committed?
Would I wish I was a saint.....
Piously searching my soul for impurities?
Who am I really, who is this brass knuckle?
Does my nature reflects my name?
Do I even matter in the greater scheme of things?
Or am I just another wanna be attention seeker
Trying to leave his mark.....one way or another?
What would you say I if told you I'm a Christian?
Would you scoff and say "thats impossible it doesn't suit your writings"
What would think if I told you I'm a happily married man?
How about me being a logical thinker, a perfectionist, an organised person?
What I if told you I'm meticulous , a great planner and an introvert?
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who you are?
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
..............................
the day of reckoning is here.
what have i accomplished for this year?
what new heights did i achieve?
what was my mount everest?
what was my burnt bridge?
i don't know much of success
i don't know why i'm here
i do know that i'm lost
lost and alone, lost and afraid
why oh why do i self scrutinize?
what have i accomplished for this year?
what new heights did i achieve?
what was my mount everest?
what was my burnt bridge?
i don't know much of success
i don't know why i'm here
i do know that i'm lost
lost and alone, lost and afraid
why oh why do i self scrutinize?
Friday, December 19, 2008
useless
what happens when the dust settles?
who will be alive?
why are we fighting?
who are our common enemies?
i don't know
does it matter?
no one really cares.
again no one really cares.
we end up wasted for no reason
nothing accomplished in our dark demented minds
we may have gained the world
but did we at the cost of our souls?
i wonder why i'm torn
should i forsake the plight of the poor
for the sake of money
should i take advantage of these vulnerables
so that i can win
i think not
i can not
so..............fuck it
let the chips fall where they may
let the chips fall.............
who will be alive?
why are we fighting?
who are our common enemies?
i don't know
does it matter?
no one really cares.
again no one really cares.
we end up wasted for no reason
nothing accomplished in our dark demented minds
we may have gained the world
but did we at the cost of our souls?
i wonder why i'm torn
should i forsake the plight of the poor
for the sake of money
should i take advantage of these vulnerables
so that i can win
i think not
i can not
so..............fuck it
let the chips fall where they may
let the chips fall.............
Thursday, December 18, 2008
a fucked up place
you see the master is going through some serious shit right now. being a branch from his personality tree means that i'm also affected as well. i don't know if he can recover from this one and right now he at his lowest. i feel his pain and his fear. i know its hard for him to think straight right now. everything is disorganized and disoriented. the walls are closing in. the pressure is building up and theres no escape.
how will he recover? that i cannot tell. the man is a silent fighter and the battle will be tough. a loner he is. who will share his burden? i can't, i can only stand on the side line and watch him as he self destructs. until he's no more. then i'm no more.
a fucked up place......watching as you slowly die and knowing you can not do anything to save yourself.
i'm fucked
how will he recover? that i cannot tell. the man is a silent fighter and the battle will be tough. a loner he is. who will share his burden? i can't, i can only stand on the side line and watch him as he self destructs. until he's no more. then i'm no more.
a fucked up place......watching as you slowly die and knowing you can not do anything to save yourself.
i'm fucked
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
random thoughts
C.D. Valerie.....why do you think my writing is eerily familiar? Please email me on this matter. I'm a very currious individual.
Kudos to Bakanaal and Guyana Gyal on being pioneers. However, as with all things created, their successors are built better than them.
I'm a loner, in a league of my own. I do not follow the crowd.....except when I do it for fun.
I have no bone to pick, no ill feelings towards anyone...............no love either.
I do what I do because I must.
I think I may have fallen astray and will soon be laid on the wayside.
I'm in a fucked up place right now.
to be continued....................
Kudos to Bakanaal and Guyana Gyal on being pioneers. However, as with all things created, their successors are built better than them.
I'm a loner, in a league of my own. I do not follow the crowd.....except when I do it for fun.
I have no bone to pick, no ill feelings towards anyone...............no love either.
I do what I do because I must.
I think I may have fallen astray and will soon be laid on the wayside.
I'm in a fucked up place right now.
to be continued....................
Thursday, December 11, 2008
raptus...................
I slowly licked the edge of the triangle upwards to the tip, circling my tongue around the rim. Hmmm it tasted sweet and tangy at the same time.
The droplets on it glistened like little crystals. I circled my tongue around it once more, targeting the inner part of the edge.
I licked slowly.......up and down.......in circles.......exhaling on it, as it becomes hot under my treatment.
I ever so gently pushed my tongue against it as it readily gave way. Parting as I licked upwards and inwards.
The thrill....the rush....it freezes my brains.
Instant gratification! Instant satisfaction!
I think I'm in heaven. I have never tasted anything so heavenly, so pure, so smooth, so milky.
The rush is amazing! I could do this forever!
I licked and I licked, its almost finished now but I don't want to stop. It getting wetter and wetter, I'm almost through with it. Wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter, I licked it all until its done!!!!!!!!
Wow!!!!!! Wowee!!!! Damn!!!! Talk about a climax!!!!!
Um.....where did you say you bought this icecream from? Edy's? Ok ..... I have to go there often.
The droplets on it glistened like little crystals. I circled my tongue around it once more, targeting the inner part of the edge.
I licked slowly.......up and down.......in circles.......exhaling on it, as it becomes hot under my treatment.
I ever so gently pushed my tongue against it as it readily gave way. Parting as I licked upwards and inwards.
The thrill....the rush....it freezes my brains.
Instant gratification! Instant satisfaction!
I think I'm in heaven. I have never tasted anything so heavenly, so pure, so smooth, so milky.
The rush is amazing! I could do this forever!
I licked and I licked, its almost finished now but I don't want to stop. It getting wetter and wetter, I'm almost through with it. Wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter, I licked it all until its done!!!!!!!!
Wow!!!!!! Wowee!!!! Damn!!!! Talk about a climax!!!!!
Um.....where did you say you bought this icecream from? Edy's? Ok ..... I have to go there often.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Accolade Awards
Check out this site and vote for your favourite blog (me).
Seriously, its nice to have an event like this and I'm pleasantly surprised that I've been nominated for a few awards. To think this blog is only a few months old and to have that recognition means so much to me..............really :D
Seriously, its nice to have an event like this and I'm pleasantly surprised that I've been nominated for a few awards. To think this blog is only a few months old and to have that recognition means so much to me..............really :D
Saturday, December 6, 2008
i keep having this dream
i'm on a beach somewhere ...... out of the water come this beautiful woman. everything is appealing, nice ass, nice tits, great legs, nice hair....did i mention she was naked?
she walks up to me.....starts playing with my....um....you know.....she opened her mouth
and started talking........thats when the nightmare began.........
she walks up to me.....starts playing with my....um....you know.....she opened her mouth
and started talking........thats when the nightmare began.........
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