Pomegranate pu**y

point of order:
1] It’s clear i'm man of the year and I wont go near them hot stage lights VAN HUNT

2] again as I said before some folk think not getting caught in a lie is the same as telling the truth

3] More Funktry muzk, 4give jones, pause if u don’t like folk

First I would like to apologize for the title, but the rectitude’s of my sexuality have gotten the best of me for the time being, so forgive me, As a man I have desires, needs, wants, passions and penchants that, let us say, define my spiritual exchange with women. This exchange is mandatory in my view and mandatory preferably to the extent of at least 5 times a day. I acknowledge this in the simplest of terms for when I go to sleep I am rigid against my navel and I wake up the same way.

Prior to this vacuous state, I was involved and albeit the object of such stimulation stimulated me, even to the point of every time I drove my vehicle orally and to the end result of child. She had an epiphany and made a promise to God – so she said, not to have any such activity until across the ubiquitous broom. I believed her. But this is not the point. The point is that I have desires, needs, wants, passions and penchants.

I can never be with a woman, another woman that doesn’t want to French, Kiss, swallow manhood, or even let me lick the kitty. Yep, Before had one that said they were disgusting and for dogs – so I barked.

Yep, I’m writing about expectations, and I aint afraid to say what I expect when a woman deals with folk. I’m man all man, and don’t get mad if I feel like dreaming about the Orion nebula when I’m getting throat, or if I take a liking to long slow stroking your eyeballs into submission. Don’t get mad at me because I want to cut up apples and sprinkle cinnamon in your bath water or if I want to sprinkle cinnamon or ginger and honey on your nipples and lick them off. I’m just me, and if you down with folk, that means you like long thickness, deeply buried in the darkness of your soma, and wont even get mad if I cut open a Pomegranate, and place the seeds, in your wetness and retract them with my tongue – that’s passion, it aint nasty. Let me stop. vote

Top 10 reasons 4 working for self

Addendum: muzk u here is me and my folk. From now on when I post will try and post one of 6 or 7 thousands songs we have (all live and impromptu). Me either keyboard, guitar or bass – but always lead vocals. enjoy & welcum 2 the world of Funk-try muzk.

10] If you a chief, you can put one in the wind in your bathroom, if u got innocents of course.

9] Getting to know all of the UPS, Fed EX and DHL delivery personnel and drank with them when they get off work.

8] Finding out actually how many small business owners on the Edgewood side of town and how they proud of your and down to support you.

7] Look on former woman face – when if she had come to practice on time, believed in the offense, she could have been down. Waivers and free agnecy are powerful tools.

6] Women, and your folk stopping by with libations

5] Deposits, Credit card transaction str8 to the brokerage account, and counting loot from the cash register while I listen to Lattimore, Lakeside, Blue Six and Tyron Brunson – cha ching.

4] Inventory control and pricing [ 2 words: Korea and China]

3] Having an almost 4 year-old, 4 lbs, all black Chihuahua named Famous high post at the door, in a chair, scaring all the customers and even they Great Danes and Pits away.

2] And did I say Women, and your folk stopping by with libations – LMBAO.

1] Having you seeds know they CFO and COO on paper and watch them run that camp like it is theirs – which it is.

Lone Lakota Heading East

Point of order: 1] If you don't know me by now, you will never never never know me….Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes

2] Good look was blessed when Blogzilla and Str8 from the A stopped by the shop. His daughter played with mine and they are adorable.

Jones, I write from my heart. My heart as it contains the convictions that I vastly and effortlessly release from this brain and ink to paper. You see, I feel that in some past life of mine I was something or someone else. In my latest book, I used a quote from one of my favorite warriors, Genghis Khan: "I am the Flail of God. If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you."

Sickly thing is I believe that I was he who uttered these words once upon a time in history. But he is but one in man in action and speech that I acknowledge that resides in this restless soul and spirit such to the point that I feel to free to express my every desire, my every pain and my every joy with out fear to share such with the world.

And even in this journey we call a blog, feel it is my duty to define my warrior sprit and my passion for thought. I feel it is my job. That it is the Dogon in me, that it is the Two Moons in me, that it is the Gil Scott Heron in me, that it is the Diop and King and Genghis Khan in me. My words and thoughts are my warning to all that have the patience to accept other and listen and learn. Bear with me for I am trying to explain this in human beings instead of plate lunches.

I included Two Moons (in picture) because I will always recant that he, Crazy Horse, Gall and Sitting Bull put it down at the Battle of the Greasy Grasses. They say that Custer was attempting to surprise the Lakota and Cheyenne but that it did not happen due to one lone Lakota warrior heading east who saw the dust of the Calvary on the charge. He ran back to the lodges to warn his fellow woman and man.

I feel as I and my writing, especially as it pertains to my blog is like that lone Lakota heading east, and boy oh boy, how I wish I had a Gall, a Crazy Horse or a sitting bull to answer and ride without question, to my call.

I don’t wanna see you draws jones

Jones man, while me and my folk was in the shop putting up some extra display space, I saw two dreads across the street walking. I suspected they may have been lovers the way they were holding hands, but that is beside the point. Both folk had wife beaters on and jeans. But what struck jones here was that they wife beaters was down under they asses with the jeans held with a belt below them.

My boy Aston, the owner of Clay Gallery next to me saw this. I was about to scream to folk across the street “Jones mane, pull you draws up, don’t nobody wanna see yo azz, you running away my customers.” But Aston looked at me and said don’t mane. But I felt like it and I’m writing this cause I felt I should have and because I neglected my obligation of expressing how I feel.

Now I know I aint the coolest folk on the planet, but I do feel that this draw and wife beater for draws with a belt around your thigh shit has gone too far. Now true, me with my none underwear wearing self may not be the correct conduit for this message. But it is about time that somebody suggests a trade in of white tee’s, and airforce ones for some Linen’s and sandals or Cole Haan’s. But I think its too late. For they don’t listen to men.

And you women, some women, a lot of women that is, are part of the problem. Until you actually tell a mutha fuca that that shit aint attractive or sexy, or mature they will keep doing it. But that is like expecting George Bush to care about Iraqi civilians or Africans in Dafur because yawl help propagate this nonsense. Yawl (some) be the main ones in the clubs liking and singing and wanting to make “love to a thug in the club with his Nikes on? “ Not realizing you just gone get fucked without any love. Even knowing that that mentally, physically and emotionally shit is just a lame pick up line-yep. Yawl be the main ones singing “buss it baby” Knowing that you are one of many.

But I will calm down, just like I calmed down today, went in my shop and got my hot sauce, and like Brylcream, a little dab will do u. So I did my little dab, watched it dissolve in my tequila and threw it back with a smile. I may not wear draws, but u cant see my ass, unless im at the cut – I hate clothes. vote

the great unifier

I have been told that ignorance is bliss. I frankly disagree with this, but I have finally come across a case in which such may be factual and the case. We have suffered a rather harsh and disturbing 8 years under the current commander in chief. We have seen high fuel prices, a dwindling economy, namely proffered by a reduced manufacturing base, lowering wages, and decline in the housing market and reduced purchasing power of the dollar. There are more I could add, including a costly war that was implemented for over zealous personal gain and/or fame and lowering academic performance across the board from primary school to college.

Yes, GWB has put his foot in it, basically unknowingly and via the suggestions of advisors that seem to have never had the best interest of folk like us in their hearts. I really feel sorry for the next president. I know it will be better in some form or fashion, but the road traversed will be arduous and difficult. Bumpy even with a many of moguls to avoid.

Yep, GWB, his legacy will be an assorted one. But for me, I will always recognize for his inept outcome regarding the current state of political affairs. For me even with the war and stagflation, I will always remember him as the great unifier. Yep, for this one man in his eight years has managed to do what others, even Martin King Jr. could not do. He has managed to bring together, whites and blacks, men and women, gay and heterosexuals, natural born citizens and immigrants, republicans and democrats. For we all know he must go. He has done all of this believe it or not unwittingly. So George W. Bush, I toast to you, leaving office and unifying America, for with you, your folk and your policies, we would not have been on the verge of this new possibility, of a man of African descent, taking residency in the white House.

Caanan. Good look folk, welcome to the roll scholar.

Once upon an Oligarchy

Point of order: Been jamming that Hill St. (saint) Soul, love that cut Pieces, check it, cop that.

As many of you know, i'm forever calling folks out, even myself. I often use terms of endearment such as fk boy, or bitch azz to suppurate these thoughts into manageable constructs. Today I will use another term that I was familiarized with while growing up in Memphis – weak azz bitch. Now before I start, I want to say that this direct objectified gerund is neither race nor gender specific, and tends to be best exemplifying of collective acts that can be perpetrated by individulas or groups, for example the congress - especially the democratic members.

I have always been curious how folks can always say one thing and do another. Like the child that says they don’t want to go outside, but cries when you don’t let them out, or the woman that says she doesn’t want to be with a certain man, but wants him after he has removed himself from her life, or as I have mentioned in the prior paragraph, a congress person who says they disagree with a certain policy yet supports it via vote.

Although unlike most of us, who just get a day off for the fourth of July weekend the Senate went home yesterday for the Fourth of July holiday without doing jack to deal with the pressing economic conundrums facing regular folk like us. All though the folk on both side of the aisle say they gone handle theirs, from my vantage point, they appear to act more like a gaggle of weak azz bitches.

Not only did the housing rescue bill could not proffer any love via a test vote, they also could not approve an electronic surveillance legislation to prevent physicians who accept Medicare (H.R. 6331: Medicare Improvements for Patients and Providers Act of 2008) from getting hit with a large percent pay cut. I mean it was passed in the house but filibustered in the Senate.

The only thing that these folks were able to do, I mean by a skunk measure (zero opposition votes) was the passing of a bill to fund the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan that also increases benefits for veterans.

I think the last measure was a good thing. However, it just strikes me as strange that all these democrats voted for this bill, but will likely go back home on the stump, to their districts and talk about how much money we wasting on this war effort. Talking about being two faced and slimy. I mean, it would be disingenuous for me, if I was a poly (many) trickster to say I disagree with all the loot going for the war effort as well as how it is being spent, but yet at the same time vote for the measure. The legislation, passed by a vote of 268-155, with Democrats logging 80 votes with republicans. I won’t call any name this time, but you can find who voted for what here. But that’s why I feel that this republic, for which it stands, seems to be more like an oligarchy each day – u know, “a government in which a small group exercises control especially for corrupt and selfish purposes” – namely staying in office and getting paid.

ps: good look SkoolBoi and Gemni girl for stopping by the shop this weekend. Also Ensayn Reality and marcelle ward for the shout outs.

free yo mind and yo azz will follow

I will free your mind today.
thought amnesty. u dont have to think - let me entertain u
enjoy this RDB classic (least for me) from the past

OUTSIDE THE BOX

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Blinded by the lights

I was on the grind yesterday, so I aint get to see the BET awards. Let me rephrase that, I didn’t want to see them and dint give a hopper grass that they were on and even if I did I would not have manifested a desire to see such.

But I became aware that this dumb shit was on when I made my blog rounds today. Seems a lot of mutha fucas think this shit, or such a spectacle is essential and even important. Although I couldn’t figure out its importance, I did not judge or relegate those that did as dumb fucks (I mean u complain about gas prices, but will look at the BET awards as opposed to writing a letter to your congressman about high gas prices). No just lost folks who prefer to live vicariously through the lives of those that don’t know hard work, but do know persistence.

I figure they had a few singers and a few rappers on. Maybe a lil wayne, or a young Jeezy or a TI or some jones like that. Maybe, I mean i'm just speculating. I know when I was at school, folks like them were hatters. They hated me for clout, and having a pool in my back yard, and hated me because I gave fi’e ass parties. And don’t forget the ubiquitous beat they boy down with an ax or a hammer. It was folk like them that wanted to fight me because of what my folks had worked hard for. That wanted to fight me because they said I was smart or was going to college. But it was just talk, cause they knew in my eyes and heart Id house they bitch azzes , with brain cells or fist, or hammers or bricks and take they woman – they bought when I would just talk,

But what do I know. I Mean women know what up, they like these pseudo thugs, rough necks. But strange to me, cant be to rough if you bitch ass can’t read a whole book or pass a class. But I’m through. Cause if yawl read this, some gone get they feeling hurt if the shoe fit for women, and others gone be mad cause i’m calling them fuc boy bitch azz n I double g a’s. That is if the shoe fit. But I aint blind, nor am I blinded by the lights - i love this song.

Even Stevie wonder, Ray Charles, and Helen Keller learned something in the dark, but we, nope, nada; sun every and each day and we can’t learn shit.

when sequence was a dress

Addendum. Was nominated by Blackpolitics on the web for a Shiningstar award. Good look - but folk here Libertarian not Liberal Jones.

Back in the day one would hear the word sequence and you would think about them little bitty azz circles with a hole in the middle that would be stitched together on a blouse, skirt or dress. Namely for women. I learned actually what this was, although I had seen them on clothes worn by my mom and granny, when I played the drums in the high school band because our majorettes (fine as they wanted to be) wore outfits made of them small circle things with the holes in the middle.

Not anymore, at least since Geneticists of Leiden University Medical Center have become the first folk to determine the DNA sequence of a woman. They say this was easier to perform on a woman since women do not typically have a Y-chromosome, but rather two X-chromosomes. Marjolein Kriek, a clinical geneticist working at the institute, is the first woman to have her genome sequenced, according to the University. They say it took them about six months to produce approximately 22 gigabases of sequence data of lil momma.

I wanted to write this a while back since it happened in May because I wanted to see if I could verify if the findings confirmed Ohno's theory which estimated that the human genome must contain up to 100,000 distinct genes, since Human Genome Project found that humans today have only 20,000 to 25,000 genes. But I couldn’t. But over all this has some far reaching implications. For one, if I were a geneticist, I would be making loot, charging the supre rich 200 stacks to have their genes sequenced. Then again maybe not, for a mind such as mind may find the fck boy gene, the bad breath gene, the liar gene or the lazy gene. And I don’t need to give folks who have historically, like Carl Jung (who equated Africans to Gorillas and that "Living together with barbaric [lower] races [especially with Negroes] exerts a suggestive effect on the laboriously tamed instinct of the white race and tends to pull it down.") or Sir Francis Galton (the father of white supremacy in the form of eugenics) or even Darwin, any more ammunitions to berate and reduce people of Africa to the status of secondary organisms.

Even worse, they may be folk unlike me that may use this technology and information to play God and in the long run, represent the final step to engendering man made life – as skin stem cells. Any who, I thought it was interesting, and now sequence for me, no longer refers to the tine circles with holes in the middle stitched on dresses or skirts.

recess is on

Point of order: 1] Putting a stone in my bed does not make u my friend – Damu Proverb. [I say this because some folk, who have put stones in my bed, expect me to be appreciative of them and their stones. I am not.]

2] Read this over my folk spot (beautiful souls of black sisters) the other day, I bet a lot of momma’s (if u can call them that) ask men, even married ones, to sponsor or take care off or support their daughters – dang.

My folk stopped by the shop when I was getting it set up about a month ago. The conversation, tersely, went something like this:

Folk: Jones, whad up? Whad up with the mean mug?

Me: Gave bald fist dap as a precursor to a hug, pulled back and showed him my mouth.

Folk: Jones, not the no teeth mode, real raw dawg. You subject to mack a hundred babes and shoot at a few mutha fucas (he laughed).

Me: Jones, loot. 40 stacks up in this camp. For real though, kids got to eat. I aint studying no babes, if they want me find me, and fuck a mutha fucka. Recess is on Jones.

Yep, this conversation was the impetus for this title. Now what did folk here mean by this statement? I am gone try to explain. See Jones here got no loot coming in at all. Sure done inked a few contracts for a few 100 stacks over three years, but they don’t start until November. Outside of that, just this store for dogs, and my savings albeit they are hefty. And I got my kids, not to mention another human liability. Meaning I gotta eat and they gotta eat and we neck bone pimpin plus up in this camp (prime rib last night and pot roast today).

Currently there is a recession in effect in America; regardless of what these cranial constricted and teleprompted bitch azz media pundits be telling yawl. At least by the economic indicators I follow (payroll, employment, industrial production, real personal income and, real manufacturing). Not to mention something I wrote about a few months ago regarding how traditionally when gold, and oil rose, so did the dollar – but not any more. Not to mention folk here was raised on John Kenneth Gailbraith.

As such from my standpoint, there is no better time to start a business than now, for as I have suggested in prior essays, in the future, outside of growing your own food, the only folks that will be able to eat are those that will be able to pay themselves – sleep if you want to.

I mean it is a down economy. Real-estate prices are flat, not to mention there are normally about 5 start up businesses for each start up Idea. I got lucking picking a store for dogs and locating it in the number one dog concentrated area in the city of Atlanta. Especially given that the top two disposable income industries in the country are Porn and dogs Dog food and porn are recession proof), and folk here don’t have a video camera. But again don’t sleep, horse man production will kick off soon, just need some volunteers-lmbao.

But like I said, it can be done, in particular if you don’t require no venture capital, and got your own loot like folk here. Moreover, even if you are starting a business without intellectual property rights (microchip patten for example), now is still a great time. Especially is you aint got no job security - which no one has. The way I see it, with my store for dogs, im with the ToyRus, KFC, Home depots and the like which started off as an Ideal. But I wont get greedy, for now all the folks closing shops. The Layne Bryants, Gaps, Linen and Things. Cause they wanted to make moey by openeing more stores, which looks good on paper, but an empty package because sales dont match.

So I just say this to suggest. Back in the day we had recess, you know kickball, four square and pick up and run. Now schools dont. Recess is on for us now in this economic lull. A lull that proffers the perfect opportunity to make a decison to do for self instead or talk. Scared say ya scared. Im not. Im with the old school, the family business school. Im leaving not only loot and land to my seeds, but also a legacy. Meet my CFO (son) and COO (daughter). With their help, we will create our own reality.