Girls

Would you allow a man to photograph you naked?

Signifying Guyana

thanks for the big up........amma dedicate dis piece of writing to you

Lovlier lips have I never seen
Pink, luscious, full, kissed they've never been
Ribbons of curls hang around your face
Accentuating your poise, your charisma and your grace

I watched you as you stood under the moonlight
As you gaze into the unknown where the stars are out of sight.
Your eyes betray what you are so trying to hide
The fountain of innocence, that enquiring mind.

The smell of your skin gives me a high
As I inhale you the world just slip and slide
You take me away to some distant land
You've captured me your wish is my command

things that bother me.........

is ruel johnson really a genius?
if so, where's the proof? what was your GPA at which ever university you attended? did you take an iq test other than tickle and what was your result?

is bharat really gay?
if so, why he does dance up wid all dem young black girls?

is Guyana Gyal single and for the taking?
just checking

raptus8 - are you?

shouldn't Guyana911 be renamed Stolid Charisma Commentaries?
the others members are insignificant

Wha happen to Silver Dragon and Skin Cock?
dem just disappeared

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to be continued

The cave

The water was calm, dead calm, the silence engulfed the cave in an erie manner. No sound, no fucking sound. All I could hear was my breathing. Labourous and irregular, it reeks of panic.

I stood there motionless, trying to adjust to the darkness around me. The water around my ankles is cold. Thats how I know its there. There's no echo, no sound of bats or other evil demonic creatures. No dripping of water from the stalactites hanging precariously from the cave dome like spears zeroing in on their targets.

It is like I'm in the Dead Zone. The darkness greedily swallows the beam emanating from my flashlight. It shines in all directions but it leads to nowhere.

I slowly turn around, clinging tightly to the end of the rope in my hand. Too much adventure for one day. I'm getting the fuck out of here.

Stolid and his post 2

Stolid: Hey Gayrat when yuh gon remove dem fuking ugly posts from GT.

Prezzie: Huh? What?

S: I talking to you Gayrat.

P: Boy yuh better watch yuhself before I throw a tantrum and ban yuh black ass from what is left of Guyana. (Sulks in corner and sucks his thumb).

S: Sorry B was just putting on a show ah didn't mean to mek yuh vex. (Goes over and pats BJ on his head)

P: Now what fucking posts yuh talking about?

S: Dem same fucking posts dat deh round the place!!!!

P: Yuh tek am skunt down nah if dem bothering you so much !!!! (face getting red)

P: Furthermore yuh can start and Buxton, Sophia and Agricola!!!!! (Standing up)

S: Bannas res yuh skunt.

P: Chicken shit!!!

S: What?

P: Leh we mek a deal.

S: Wah kine of deal? Ah hope is not one like the last time. (Nervously backs into a corner and cover his ass).

P: Shut yuh skunt bout that!!!!! Tek off dem rotten posts of yuh blog and ah go look into de matter.

happy diwali

to all ayo coolie crabdawgs who gon vote far de pee pee pee fuh live in mo piss poor poverty......ah bet dah is wah yall stupid skunts would want me to write.


Anyways may yall enjoy the festive season and may God give yall brains to make more money and annoy the skunt out of the Media Critic and he pussy boy Antagoanist.

By the way fuck all ah yall .....yall still stupid fuh vote fuh ayo mattee coolie who shafting ayuh everyday without using vasilene



ah deh pun skunt today

Ah didn't want to spoil that post

but .......me scunt was drunk and get lock out of the house. Ah bin downstairs to tek a piss and forget de way back to the house. Me see de moonlight and thought it coming from me house and me walk overboard. Luckily de watah wazn't deep so me nah drungade.

Stairway to heaven

I sat on my verrandah looking out over the river. The moon casts a white stairway from the river bank to the horizon. The ripples enhance the stairwell, ushering me up to heaven.

The cool wind gently brushes my face, curving around my neck, creating goosebumps all over my body. Its sweet whisperings form a unique melody with the night creatures. A harmonious melody, sweetly blended and all natural.

The rain starts to fall lightly, fragmenting my stairway to heaven. The ripples form more rapidly, little circles intersecting each other like venn diagrams. The whispering wind has now intensified. The murmur has taken over the melody. Everything is racing around me. The cool wind has now become cold, the gentle caress begins to sting, the melody has died. Oh did it die.

I stepped outside into the now pouring rain. Each drop cold and stinging as it pierces my face. Cool and refreshing as it touches my tongue.

The moonlight creates an erie glow around me. A cold ghostlike, ancient glow. It surrounds me, engulfs me, whispering softly, murmuring quietly. Begging me to follow it to the river edge. To the stairway...............to heaven.

Is the media critic racist?

or he just vex them coolies gat more money dan he?

who the fuck is stoolid charisma to ask who the fuck is brass knuckle?

A night out

I watched the night sky come alive. A new star appear with a twinkling as if an angel is awakened. Yawning and stretching, she gets out of bed. The glimmer in her eyes sparkle like diamonds. She slowly rise and takes her place among the other angels, looking at me, looking at this enchanted forest.

I step forward, acknowledging her presence. I peer through the darkness wondering what I'm doing out here in the middle of nowhere. At least, I thought to myself, at least the stars will guide me. I did not see the moon. Strange. It's always out by now; round and bright, dark contours outlining possibly mountains on its surface, having the appearance of a huge flourescent bulb hanging on a string. Where is she?

Then I saw her!!!!! Slowly rising, cloud drifting by her. She peers through them, looking at me, saying to me "hullo; sorry I'm late". She's here now, thats all that matters.



Now ah can get me fucking ass off the ground and cut that muddaskunthole line dat nearly tek me head off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

is wah going on?

a drunken policeman hijack a car? ??????? the fucker is dat stupid? i'll be following this one

Yuh know something

fuck all ah yall "mourners". When the woman was alive what the fuck did you do for her?????????????? now that she's dead everyone wants to pay a tribute to gain some popularity mileage. "Political Mileage" also?

Akila, I don't know you but may your soul rest in peace and may God provide someone to take care of your child if her father wont stand up to his responsibilities. Scunt, ah talking to a dead woman!!!!!!

Stolid and his post

http://http://guyana911.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-jagdeo.html

Ya might want to sit tight on that lantern post there bwoy. Ya getting shafted ;-)

Sadly???????

http://http://livinguyana.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-akila-switched-seats-with-akila.html#comments

Is we to understand that the Critic think its sad that Raveena switched seats with Akila? Suh it would have been better if Raveena had died? Tell us Critic! Tell us what yuh mean!!!!