tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39642482572654087802011-10-10T19:35:57.623+01:00Reflections of my thoughts and my life in my words.Vernonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06138103092598894657noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964248257265408780.post-4087683567621282662011-07-29T23:41:00.001+01:002011-07-29T23:41:17.807+01:00

Bumbi ~ \'bum-"bee\ [noun] Shona -Insulting term. 1. Fool2. A male who is often taken advantage of by female(s) without gain. Alternative: BharanziIt's quite enough,now, ladies! And I use the term ladies loosely. They [ladies] had my number.I was had and by jolie they enjoyed me...for all I was worth. I was charitable, required nothing in return.I

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I stand for the Protectection of "modellars" and I am against the cruelty inflicted upon themThrough interogations disguised as "question time". I beleive all questions that do not relate to their beauty, the colour of their dress or the first name of the person who made it are totally irrelevant. The only other exceptable question is one that leads into the answer "World Peace". What you, the

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Who's side is he on anyway?With his white teeth and big grin masking oral incontinence through gender betrayal! Obviously not on our [men] side!But guess what? He's not on your [women] side either. You see, women used to know us. They had fantasies of who we might be and what we might do and whilst this was misguided and often cause of many problems, if they were honest with themselves they

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Love is procreatively recreational.The beauty of it's recreation is procreationAnd because of our need to procreateWe re-create. We search for similarity,For a warmth once feltFrom someone who is not present in our pastAnd yet who's future should feel familair.  And just as there are single parents,So too are there single lovers. All bellied up with love, unrequited.  Content with the recreation;

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I woke up to the pitter and patter of rain drops;So Similar that I could tell them apart.The first drop loud enough to be considered a pitter yet soft enough to allow the patter to take over without drowning the next pitter.Before I could get over the sound of the first drop,the second would announce its arrival in such a way that I would expect to hear the first again.Lightening and thunder

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The reason is:I've seen Little Red Riding HoodAnd she has everything the Big Bad Wolf could wantNevermind her basket FULL of GoodiesI want everything she can't give meI want Her and her GrandmotherI want it ALL Santa but you're trying to get me to bed earlySo you can reward me with a belly of stonesAnd as much as I want to be FULLIts the decadence of indulgence that I'm afterAnd not the WEIGHT of

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Fuck Santa,I'm gonna be naughtyNo need to know if I've been goodCause it's all going to be bad. In my defence, you've stopped bringing me presents anyway!So I'm not gonna cry but I will pout and this is why...

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Judge meIt's my book, I covered itPerceive your realityMake it my truthAid the depravity of this truthAbet this truth through judgementJudge meAnd use it to cover meJudge & jury Reading out my sentencesI am but a book to be readAnd my book has blown your coverJudge me, I'm covered.You're Honourd, be my judge.  

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I fall in love, Quickly and oftenGiving it no chance to manifestIt stays as loveI wish I would fall out of loveAs quick and as oftenYet, I sit there, on the chamberOblivious to the smell accumulatingAnd so I become Depleted,Dissipated, spentIt's conception worse than it's birthAnd yet still I loveQuicker yet less oftenAnd just as I am, I loveWithout adjective  

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I packed a bag yesterdaymainly clothes and other such facadesexteriors that I have now confined to the interiorof my lime green suitcases.A suitcase who's outward appearance is bright enough to mask the squashed wrinkled chaos withinI really didnt think I had that muchand I'm not entirely sure i need it allbut nonetheless it is packed, ever so neatly, in my limegreen suitcase - Filled full to the

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Before you fall you stumble.Your body does everything possible to try and keep you in an upright positionOr at least minimise the impact of your fall.And this is what my body did/doesfor the first couple of weeks of my nutritional plan [read Diet].It kept stumbling, not knowing that I wanted to fall.Self preservation I guess, even if it was preservation of my currentunsummer worthy body.Alarm

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If ever I saw an angel, she did not look like this.Maybe this is why I never see angels?I fail to recognize their unproven beautyYet in spite of this they show themselvesshocking my childish disdain into quiet guilt.If ever I saw an angel, she did not look like this.I was too busy looking at their teeth and not their smile.Feeling the sweat (in) and not the warmth (of) the handshakeLaughing at

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...Are Chinese gymnasts who were rumored to be underage and thus ineligible to compete in the Olympics. They did, and won - Gold.What is interesting, at least for me anyway, is that being underage is an advantage.And the two main reasons for this? Fear and flexibility, or, to be more acurate, more of the latter and less of the former.I went skating this weekend and i so wished I was a Chinese

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When i worked in Zambia, my route to work, went through a high density suburb.The kind that are built close to the road for all to see.On one such occasion, I witnessed an event which I now find relevantly telling.A young boy had just commited what I can only assume was a punishable offenseand there, right outside his home, right next to the road, A woman, who I can only assume was His mother,

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I pray, but not to God, he's temperamental and sometimes just doesn't listen.Instead, it gives me time to just close my eyes and consider.It gives my thoughts time to think and my heart time to heel.Time to make sense of it all and in a godly voicegive answers to my own questions.I read the Bible, a very long time ago, when I was youngand just like Mcgyver, I dare not do it now lest I be

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I'm not entirely comfortable with profiting off death & Cancer, though given the opportunity I too would get my money right.I'm not entirely comfortable with drunk women being allowed plausible deniability on grounds of inebriation though I do wonder why a man would sleep with a woman that drunk?I'm not entirely comfortable with previously disadvantaged people claiming more than their worth

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A night club is not the best place to try and pick up women.Think about it, the music is too loud for you to speak in full, clever,enticing sentences andBy the time you see that oh so special girl, she's seen so many of you that she doesnt know who the real slim shady is -Even if i stand up!And because of the sheer number of shady's shes had to deal with, she will assume she knows what I'm about,

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The pre-game smack talk was relentless, I was feeling pretty confident after our win over Real but winning at Old Traford isn't an easy task. We, my uncle and I, went to watch it in Luton at Whitehouse. We were late, cause we're black like that and when we got there all the Zimba's were in full spirit. You'll always find Zimbo's gravitate to the same drinking hole - Something about safety in

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I decided not to have any new years resolutions because they, in themselves, have no resolve.Instead, I've become more resolute, and in so doing, I've started running and logging my runs Run Fat boy runMy thoughts along these runs are changing progressively every time i run.Today I got lost and in this state of loss my thoughts let loose.I was on a run. This was what I had planned to do...run.So

Vernonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06138103092598894657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964248257265408780.post-11329839472153263642009-02-25T00:01:00.009Z2009-03-01T18:04:57.213Z

This can't be love i'm feeling, It hurts too much. I know Love, I've felt itWhen will it end? I know Love, it wont leave meWe loved, ever so dearly, yet still fiercly,We loved ever so loudly, piercingly permanant.Who the fuck did we think we were?Loving as if we would never love again! I know love i've touched itAnd now I can not Love again?For fear of not loving as I did with youOr is it for

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So the New York Post published a racially controversial cartoon.I was outraged, I'm sure I was! I mean, I'm black I must find that offensive! Surely!There is so much racial baggage attached to chimpanzees that surely, this must refer to Black people and by extension me? Never mind Barack, this is about me, surely!Is the cartoonist racist? - I don't know.Is the cartoon racist? - Yes, it could be

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I love them, I really do. Well Most of them. Most parts of them......Their supple breasts, pert asses, slim waists, smooth skin, soft lips.I just wish their brains were the sameSupple - easy, responsive adaptablePert - Boldly forward in speech and behaviourSlim - small in quantity or amountSmooth - Free from projection and unevennessSoft - easily penetrated But no, life would be too simple then,

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Things have to fall apart before they're put back together and so it is, for me, piece by pieceTo bounce up high off a trampoline, all your energy must be exerteddownwards, in the opposite direction of where you want to beand so it is with me, downwards still furtherTo be someone, you must first realise who you are notand so it is with me, insignificant, helplessNew life is often herolded by

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Kanye West & John Mayer "Bittersweet" Music Video (spec)Uploaded by roguelionfilmsBitter~SweetIs it one word or two? Who is bitter and who is sweet?When one is bitter is the other sweet?Is it sweet because any taste after bitter would be sweet?Can the responsibility of turning the bitterness to sweetness lie solely on the one who has caused it?Can the feeling, like the word, be passed as one?

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I want herEven if only because she wants meI need HerEven if only because I have noone elseI get herEven if only because she picks meI have herEven if only because she has nowhere to goI don't want herEven if only because I've found someone elseI leave herEven if only because she was about to leave meI hate herEven if only because she hates me

Vernonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06138103092598894657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964248257265408780.post-21421734091619743212009-01-02T12:58:00.000Z2009-01-02T22:07:39.823Z

I look up and she's there, almost as if summoned by me.I look down, away from those gorgeous eyes, as If I had not seen her.I look up, she's looking at me, she looks away as quicky as I did, yet still, toward me she proceeds.I look away, again, as if preoccupied with something more important.I bob my head to the music, shaking my nerves into quiet submission.yet still closer she comes,

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Oh where art thou oh touchA feeling I long for so muchNiether on my skin nor in my heartthe kindest gesture now fallen apartWhen mistakenly placed, removed with hasteand followed closely with distasteInnocently placed yet mistakenly feltsure to leave a mark like a nail over a weltRemoved by those who need it muchthey do not want to feel, so why should they touch

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