Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on July 5, 2015 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.GraphicsDuring those journeys, specifically mine; I’ve encountered a lot.  Sophisticated Hos, Academic Hos, Corporate Hos.  Regardless of their position in life every last one of ’em shared many more of the same characteristics few would admit to…  Street Hos, the despised ones, seem to be universally hated on but they shouldn’t concern themselves.  What they do, how they promote, lacking the suavity other A Game level Hos have; nothing has or will slow their demand.

Something else, and yes I will confirm this; every Ho.  No matter the projected image, social status, once they find whatever elusive pinnacle defining their assumed success; all Hos discriminate.  Housewife Ho, Office Ho, Condo-complex Ho, they quietly hate on one-another.  Especially the one’s commanding the spotlight.  Now that you’ve been made privy to such an evolutionary reality, here’s a question.  When on The Hunter or just in fully blown Stalkers Mode do you, (not accusing anyone of Ho inclinations) but do you negotiate?  Or…  Are you one who forever compromises in order to reach what is already a dual serving conclusion?

Regardless of what you think is going in, no matter what brought you to such a situation think for a minute about all the posturing everybody does when Playin’ The Game.  Do some astral-projecting while hovering over past episode of your life and watch yourself.  Bet ‘cha see a lot of signifyin’, positioning in the attempt to separate yourself and you’ll laugh at the identified semantics along with the denial of the truth about you.

“Commentator or Activist?”

Let’s do “Activation” for a million like the contestants do when appearing in a Game Show because discrimination like Hoism when is in rotation is exactly that; a frenzy like event recognizable when witnessing sharks feed.  What’s trending publicly becomes relevant despite it being relative to who’s involved and who is gonna be impacted at the end of the day. Something else, make a sex tape, leak its existence, create a quasi Brand and…  Ho better be ready cause stardom is coming to call.  And now “Real Ho” minus the celeb label is suddenly elevated rising become the Ho of the day, even though in everybody’s mind.  Ho is still linked with worthless, conniving but.  They “blow up” which won’t be stopped and everyone starts to discriminate again and…  The crowd, still hatin’ privately asking why and… What makes the difference?

Again I’ll take Hos for whatever I can gamble with cause I’m still in the Game Show state of mind, so my answer will be; Once The Brand is established, inclusion becomes a moot point because the dynamic hasn’t changed regarding what is and…  Everybody else knows they aren’t too far removed from the same category and aren’t about to tempt any sort of personal exposure through further attempts towards collective analization.  Like the quote says, “Go along so you won’t be outted alone” and the beat, the Hoisness don’t stop.  The allure creating a mystique causing a majority to forgo what was while focusing on what is; now this is the remarkability of Ho known as “The Brand”.  Side-set it if you will for just a moment, flip the script, inject yourself into play.  You know you’d change places with Ho in a heartbeat if could be and…

Wanna Play on this level of participation?  Wanna know how to arrive on such a scene knowin’ where you’ve been but still maintain the type of mental mastery to look beyond the haters? Then, recognize the sophistication incorporated by Ho eliminating the slut from the Hoish perceptive types while maintaining a sense of ritualistic dignity.

Are men Hos?  Oh yeah but they’re sorta in the development mode so not a man, just male.  They are deceitful where as She is delicate while remaining devious in a feminine way. Semantics?  No both sexes can be dangerous ‘cept one is deadly.  The difference is identified by Intent.  The motivation for being who they are is what I’m talking about.  Some Hos are just nasty.  These are those who’ll spit in your face, stare out in space as you stare directly back at them.  And as soon as you are about to go verbally ballistic on them they…  Look at ‘cha with a quizzical expression while saying, “Did you feel a rain drop”.  Weak yes, but it worked on you and works time and time again.  After you’ve been “rocked to sleep”, made to believe they’re all into you, still active as Ho to a deep, non-penetratable level, they continue being themselves and spit on you again.

As for the other one, they actually are trying, desperately to just exchange the cards dealt them and once the Ho in ’em gets them in the door they sought entry too from Day One, they are the one who flip a switch so to speak.  Gravitating to what has previously been defined as the best images from that world and…  Re-work it, claiming it as theirs.

“In a different place now”, previously not one to follow the herds’ mentality with regards to Branding, then…  Reflected on the trending phenom on Tats.  Someone once up under me was adamant in having my name tattooed on her; the area of the body isn’t important.  How and why I understood her rational opened my mind to a different realm of consciousness. Today, The Brand is doable.  That is for those who didn’t understand their value to themselves or.  Who they attached themselves to in the first place.

Independence comes with a cost.  Much like being a Ho then denying the by-product of the lifestyle that is inherent with it.  The Brand is a marketing tool used to crave out the niche so that the flow of money will be sustained through support of the same.  Whoa…  Doesn’t every Ho know this already?  If not known then…  You had no independence from The Gate nor could you’ve been that successful as a…

Apex means at the top.  Alpha also means first.  Through what I’ve associated myself with, how I rose through the lifestyle.  Absorbed the name calling, dealt with the fake-personas of all types.  Only to remain true to my DNA, I’m cool with being called “Hoish”.  Yes, takes one with like skill to recognize; skill-sets of a Ho in personification.

Psssss; Roam wide, soar even higher and while climbing to heights others can’t even imagine, know this.  The Brand is manufactured.  He/She who’s committed to self will always inspire the kind.  Even without the said to be mandatory Brand.  Hos… Already know this. Ho out!

“Player, Hater…Hatin'”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , on June 7, 2015 by ichas8440

Ichas8440.Graphics.Player,Hater-Hatin.2015If y’all can’t stand us then why is there such a rush to capture our essence!

Player; One who is despised by Haters.

Hater; Anyone who functions from a position of dimensioned capacity.  Now that you know, let’s turn what’s traditional and bring history up to speed by defining the essence of, The Player.

I hear it all the time “Don’t hate The Player hate The Game”.  Now let me put y’all up on Game.  The term originated from the concealed consciousness of a true to life Player as a means to avoid going medieval on those seeking inclusion into a reality many fear absorption by.  To elaborate would be “Much ‘ta do ‘bout nothin’” because ain’t nothin’ gonna change, but…  Next time you hear or wanna state this phrase, stop.  Do not continue just stop and consider the phrase and recognize what others already know; something is missing when it’s said by One not really in the Loop.

Some more un-written truth; no Player will even allow themselves to be manipulated by the masses who…  Really don’t have a voice but react based on their collective consciousness which results from the “followers mentality”.  Yes “Game recognizes Game” so to even recite the phrase applying it out of content confirms two things.  First you’re out of your depth of understanding followed by the fact that while tryin’ to act as if you feel the vibe when the phrase is said.  Now, while you step off trying to connect the dots the true Player leaves and comfortably carries on.

Real Talk; U can hate The Player when they don’t represent.  That is; personify The Game.  The whole world is a stage and this is how those perpretratin’ fool U.

Authentication of The Player; a fools game!  Money; The Neutralize required for prolonged togetherness during any relationship between He and She is what keeps so many caught-up in the Drama of trying to say “Who’s Who”.  The Player being fully conscious of this isn’t trying to be authenticated because they know something else.  They will be the the taboo one and nothin’ will change.  At least, not until…

What personifies “The Player”?  Don’t tax your mind cause really you don’t know.  More bad news; no need to be shamed because way too many perpetrators running around referring to themselves as being “GameTight”, and.  What’s really goin’ on is another Magicians trick.  Think channeling.  Like the distinguishing Puppeteer who has achieved the mastery giving them the distinct ability to project while redefining images of something else of which.  You don’t even see.

Let’s, incident drop, Wilshire Blvd where it intersects Westwood Blvd at the Northeast corner heading south, cali.  A limo is idling at the inter-section.  Driver lowers tinted window slowly taking full advantage to setting the tone.  A voice reverberates against the buildings as he hollers out inquiring about the female accompanying by another.  Object of interest, her.  Not phased their stride maintained and they pass.  Hours later she ask if the guy whose face is on the News is the same guy who just tried to…

The story featured was about an I.A.D who was appearing at the Federal Building.  The acronym is for International Arms Dealer. (See Adnan Khashoggi)  Something you need to commit to memory, clothing, attitude, projected image doesn’t make anybody a Player but… Assumptions by the masses based on Media representations are a bitch and imagine.  Who would think such a person would do such a thing or partake in this sorta’ demonstration.

A Former Federal Reserve Chairman once personally spoke on why attractive women step his way and.  He had no illusions.  He isn’t referred to as a Player nor does he carry himself as one but…  Everyone of the attractive women he appears with looks the other way in regards to his “non-hot guy” physical features and he knew why.  Point is; everybody tries to Play at some point within their lives, they just don’t want the connotations of a Player to touch ’em.  (See Allan Greenspan)

Player present and immediately FOLK conjure up images of a master manipulation goin’ down.  Truth is a totally different vision.  With money on everybody’s mind, FOLK tired of failing in their never ending quest to have a financial substance giving them a place at the table, Western Society had become; restless.  Introducing Crack Cocaine; giving any-some-one tryin’ to get a nut a conduit, allowing for a means to generating money.  Oh yes, and the disgraceful results were a bunch of dummies with new fortunes minus any sense.  Every last one crashed The Game skill-less.  What guaranteed them a seat at The Round Table was the money they threw about.  Nar one could or was qualified to maintain their assumed position without those ill-gotten funds.  And…  They all began to cry out the same phrase.

The Boogie Man like Nursery Rhymes were created to strike fear in those not knowin’ why or how the legend was formed.  All Tall Tales are based on a foundation meant to create a phobia, instill negativity so as to keep everybody away from…  The one thing identified and spotlighted within those same Nursery Rhymes.  The Player is the modern day Boogie Man.

Make Believe; the monster you find in most rooms.  Many of those who say they hate, specifically The Player wouldn’t even know a Player if one stepped right-up and took a seat besides them.  When someone is duped especially the small minded ones they can’t get past the assumed public embarrassment and…  Phobias rise and those believing they’ve been made the fool immediately take on another persona.  In their shallow mind they embrace the hate and…  Soon what is perceived takes over and their public identity blends with their private one as they began to think and act in a confused manner hatin’.  “Hatin’” is an energy consuming endeavor with no upside.

The End Game whether it be He or She when engaged in the intimate pursuit of another is about “tappin’ that Booty” and no matter the way He/She approaches, everybody knows the cost of entry.  ‘Cept, somebody has to be vilified and it is; The Player.  Because of the hypnotic way they’ve cultivated their speech and mannerisms, seemingly “rockin’ everybody to sleep” they’ve been marked.  The anomaly here is that The Player isn’t ‘pose to have it like that unless their already papered-up.  Another phrase snatched from The Players’ Lexicon means have money.  That “Make it rain” which attracts everyone to the trending strip clubs; nothin’ new and anyone true to The Game isn’t about to…  Make it rain.  Surprisingly somebody already knows this.  The Rules Of Gold speak on a Fool and their quickly disappearing monies.

Hostilities where The Player is concerned; nothing new.  Even when talking about discriminate based on concealed profiling because of One’s race.  Yes, Playing While Black “PWB” gets no recognition what so ever even if they have amassed money.  These tactics/strategies deployed without thought or question and why?  Yes again; those who sprout from such a contaminated field have been fully indoctrinated as far as who to fear and maintain the election of the One targeted; The Player.

Playin’ isn’t about chasin’ women through psychological manipulation, Playin’…  It’s about understanding your place in relations to what you’ve been given innately.  Taking that and establishing your position in life.  Once the position is secured knowing the essence of you will not be duplicated, move in for the win.  Probably why everyone Hates yet keeps trying to embrace the persona of; The Player.

Is The Player corrupt, abusive when seeking another to stand besides ‘em?  Is The Royal Saudi FAM.?  Is anybody who gains global notoriety and imposes their insatiable need to fed sexually with one outside of the One they chose to represent as their significant other? The inquiry should be…  Don’t hate The Player but develop an understanding of The Game.  Identify what’s the motivation where He and She are concerned.  The King of Saudi Arabia has numerous wives and I don’ know how many children.  Is it right to be in a relationship consisting of One male and many many females?  This I’ll answer.  Depends on what your Doctrine of Living says.

Geneticist now know DNA has an imprint based on environmental encounters.  This imprint causes a structural change passed down within the lineage, but…  I’m not in trippin’ off this as I knew long ago I was my Father’s son.  No “Momma’s baby Daddy’s maybe” where I was concerned.  The reality of this means regardless of the belief everyone starts the process of living with a blank slate, once experiences begin to mount a switch turns on.  What was is rediscovered again and how One relates has what is known as a pre-advantage.  Sorta’ like you’ve been there before.  The key to success is recognizin’ but still the chanting begins.  The Player knows and take the position of; “You’ll hate me now cause you’ve hated before. The beauty is I don’t give ‘ah F**k”.

Psssss: A text to text for your preview because…  Everybody luvs to get into everybody else’s business.

She: How are you?
He: I’m good
She: Great, you’ve been on my mind and I thought I’d reach out..?
He: If U had me on your mind then what’s the new methodology to makin’ money?
She: Package your essences and put it on the market
He: Some things can’t be explained, re-arranged, mini-made & delivered to the masses.
Gotta go through the fire so the sticky stuff can be burnt off.

She: You got that right. This is a trade secret no one will ever know.
He: Trade Secrets; I like that.
She: I’ll trade you some of yours for some of mine…
He: I’m gonna give you a pass on that cause your head will swell on the things I show and
tell. Then, I’m gonna have to tax ‘dat ass in a psychological sense. You’ll get mad,
wanna stray and… When you re-surface believin’ you’re GameTight we’ll have to do it

He: (cont) Men sharpen Men & it takes a Woman to keep him polished. Where FOLK get
twisted is thinking the gleam comes from the shine. The real is knowin’ the composition
of the base elements.

10 minute later
She: Best concession in the industry
She: My pleasure

Much of what’s goin’ on today at least that which clicks with the masses is said to have “cross-over appeal”.  Being able to “cross-over” has many disadvantages.  Go to Starbucks order up an El Grande, find your spot, park it, ease the lid off and inhale.  A bouquet of aromas play with your senses with a very small percentage even being what it is you have just purchased. Still the sip is slurped and… Despite not saying it or thinking it one thing is for certain, you know you’ve been fooled.  Like She who’s the second party in the text above who thought she knew the narrative.  Her operative narrative was; “I can see your beauty”.  She couldn’t see a ‘thang because she has a preconceived notion.  Her narrative should have been “Now you know I won’t see a thing because I want that money so let me play alone in hopes you won’t discover I’m way outta my league”.  Don’t descend to such a depth, become a pillar in society while having no real culture and began the slow private descent into subjugating (forcing into submission) the weak who’ve…

Yes, I do this, and…   My doctrine gave me access to a Discipline leading to a foundation building bridges. When One isn’t fulfilling their part of the agreement I have options. Manipulations of words? No, understanding of what’s required to sustain life while avoiding the madness that destroys life. This is what’s meant by “Need to know”.

Marginalized? You can only contain that which fits into the margin.  FOLK are gonna look, watch and imagine what they want and as they do they will readily adopt the mystic of…  Seeing those who are assumed a Player while saying, “Are you The Player cause if you are I’m gonna hate”.


Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on April 21, 2015 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphics.BreastMan.IVWhy shouldn’t I be, upon introduction to life they were the source of my nourishment.  When I wanted to snuggle, feel the warmth the comfort had no compare.  Now, today I hear about all those united in matrimony or just “coupled-up” but steadily complaining about a sexless situation.  Recently a call came in from one who had another whom she wanted me to speak with about…  Just say the young-adult had an issue with her significant other and the issue was actually not an issue at all.  Seems she had discovered a ‘lil cheating goin’ on without the discretion of those in play doin’ it at least behind her back.  After hearing about this alleged infidelity along with witnessing her attempts to dramatize the presentation with a snob here and there I simple asked “What’s your age”.

Being 18 and a few beyond doesn’t give anyone the right to claim infidelity in regards to relating to another because in all reality at this point in life, based on the hurried Westernized Socialization sweeping the world…  It’s not about settling in while committing to one.

I realize this will be disputed and some will take their convictions to the grave, to which…  I’m perfectly acceptable with because the false rationale those beliefs had been based on from The Gate only would have made them really un-accepting when engaged in any future life participation after finding out what I’ve known all alone.  Reality in transition can be a Mutha’.

Adultery, Infidelity, Sexless Relationships, where is this all comin’ from?  The Contemporary Scientific Researchers data suggest the causes have a direct link with the many stressors created by such a quickly advancing society.  Work related, mis-conceptions of a preconceived lifestyle related, religious conflicts related, psychological disconnect related, emotionally based mood swing related.  Some truth there but…

During an attendance of a professional B. Ball game I happened to have some choice seats and this gave me a perfect view of the activity taking place on the court.  Directly in front of me unfolded a situation I happened to foresee the outcome and shook my head knowin’ what was about to happen.  Seated directly next to me was a couple and the man who had also observed the action happening in real time asked me how did I know what was gonna take place.  Without taking my eyes off the game I shared knowledge with him.  Likin’ what I said, we became fast friends while enjoying the game at which time he invited me to party with them afterwards.

At the club with all the festivities taking place I was able to still see how he “bounced” the breast of his significant other right in full view of all who sat within his party.  Despite the flickering lights I had a good position and as I sat back in my seat, stared and drifted with my thoughts at the up and down delights.   One of his people nudged me and once he got my attention said, “Buddy, whoa whoa whoa, don’t ‘cha think you should tone it down and set your eyes on something other than the big man’s womans’ Tits”.  Not moved by this attempt at intruding on my thoughts I kept my eyes on The Twins and replied, “No”.  The guy heard me out and sat back, took account of what I had and himself, turned back to me and smiled.  Yes, basically this could have been interpreted as me sayin’ “F**k you and let me feed you some fish” but this wasn’t a case of a testosterone rush and no I hadn’t overpower him with the scent of my pheromones. This was a pure understand of Game recognizin’ Game.

In society way too many move forward without any understanding of the culture they come from or are circulating within.  Women take to the dance floor, stroke their bodies move provocatively all for the enticement but will swear it’s a personal expression.  Do they anticipate a re-direct from anyone within a direct line of sight to divert just because of their psychological re-direct?  If so those who believe and stand on this conclusion you’re just like the young woman who ran in frustration when her significant other got busy with her best friend under the same roof they resided under despite her present occupation in the same interlude or…  Explorational time slot.

Personal behavior morphs through a combination inclusive of; Ethics, Morals, Principles of survival, etc etc etc.  What isn’t factored in is what makes ups these Virtues of life and regardless of what compliments how we become who and what we are in relations to how we do it…  All ethics, morals, principles, virtues come from what is assumed acceptable at the time of the cultures’ development.  Bouncin’ The Twins in full view so others can see isn’t about showing you’ve got it like that.  The demonstration is to define that “he is” The Man and if she intends to continue being 1st on “His” Deck this is how it’s done.  As for the women who dance to excite, they are also a product of their environment.  Are they in lust?  Can’t say, what I will say is their actions will definitely instigate some attention and maybe the likes they don’t and won’t be ready for. Still, I doubt any of this has been considered or factored in.

Many things in life are difficult to prepare for.  Lovin’ another and expecting the same intensity in return is one of those things.  Infidelity is a reality of life mainly because even if you’re hard wired for a monogamous situation that is a personal choice.  Your conditions towards acceptance may or may not be based on the same criteria as the mate of choice making for a hard road to continue down once the passion has passed.  Can it be discussed, elaborated on and resolved to re-create the magic?  With the frailties creating the mindsets of societies, supported with the contaminated gene pools making up the highly reactive groups I’d say yeah, there’s a good chance of getting’ it right.  Providing an objective review takes shape.  Much like sexless relationships, withholding something that’s in itself is basic to the union.  How is that for discombobulation.  Again you’ve gotta look at how He/She came about their knowledge, how the understanding of self and kind is related to them the person.

This stuff isn’t simple but it isn’t difficult to put your head around either.  On the first go round with my significant other I know I was feeding on jealousy.  Young, probably just as dumb, just like the YoungStar previously mentioned.  I parade around, knowin’ I was the special someone but in time, we also went through that curve and drifted apart.  Now, right now, not back then; with another I know some things and…

Years down the line I come in contact with a blast from my past and am asked why “did” I let her sleep with my friend.  (Strong implications on that word “did”).  Because I had “turned the corner without fallin’ out the vehicle delivering me to further destination” I believed…  Like most that grow she had too so I said, “I didn’t let you do anything, recall your sexual tension whenever he, my friend was in our mist”.  She hadn’t grown so I had to elaborate and did.  “Your desires to get busy where on full display expressed all over your face, if I’d of been the beast you made me out to be I’d of whooped that azz on the spot. But…  I didn’t worry about you being who and what you were and didn’t trip the small stuff. What, did you expect me to be “that guy” beg for re-consideration.  Pleeeaaase…  You’d of found a way to make it happen anyway.  But a las that was then this is now.  Oh for an appetizer tell me something; was it good to you!”

We are who and what we have become.  The beauty is found in recognizing you cannot change or make others rise to your level of consideration even when you play along with their pent up desires.

Psssss; This brings me to drift into the area of “Role Play” but…  That requires more time of which…  Mine has come to an end.


Posted in Communications on March 22, 2015 by ichas8440


Available on any corner and…  You can grab a cup with curb-side quickness by pulling into the dark recesses off the main boulevards along any urban environment.  The drink of choice has its origins high in the mountains where the bean is grown.  Picked at a stage which guarantees to…  Once processed correctly a deep dark liquid to die for, but.  Before you panic and go into overdrive based on something I said about dying lets. 1st discuss the additives that make this hellicious drink scrumpdillidlumptuous.  Cacao baby, oh yes.  You see blend the two and you’ve got it.  Both substances come from a bean with each following an exact processing procedure making them surge with a substance that stimulates and get this; this is only the beginning.

As the drink expands across the land it morphs with a sub-lacing of various ingredientssuch as, Caramel, Vanilla Bean and preferable coming with what is known as a trace element they say is mimicking Captn’ Black Rum. Now don’t quote on this but if I had to speak about this mysterious trace element I believe my conclusion would be.  Nothing traceable it is what it is; liquor.  But…  Let’s get back to the development.

Once blended a few drops of Pure-D-Crème are dramatically dropped into the froth and.  Whipped again for the double-dutch-touch everybody seems to be likin’ these days and it doesn’t stop there.  For your palates pleasure five heaping tablespoons of Raw Cane Sugar goes in for the sweetness, with…  One more whip for that everlasting-out-da-door impact.

Now that you’ve got your drink for the day and proceed to wherever you were headed, feeling like the Kings and Queens of yesteryears who also partook, and.  I must say with delight as they ingestion similar blends deriving from beans, they too began to exhibit characteristics defining the; MocaLacaDocious Mash.  Un Hummm, all those attending to such leaders weren’t about to tell the magnificent Ones they were…

Once-Upon-A-Time or.  For those who wanna refer to themselves as ultra-smooth to anything other than what was descriptively used to define One’s demeanor Back-In-The-Day, I present this.  What goes in eventually finds its way back to the surface and… MocaLacaDocious only mask the madness which simmers just below One’s skin when; In pursuit of bigger and better things.  Oh I’m guilty of being locked down by “TenseTime” too.  What is this TenseTime?  It’s a psychological condition brought about because of the processing of so much Drama over the course of a short time ‘til.  Sensory overload becomes way too intense based on a false belief that the condition produces an edge when dealing with everyday life.  Edge on what or to what I have no idea because when functioning from a position of ultimate tension those neurons firing in the vast mental core are blasting at a rate exceeding creative quantification ‘til you can’t identify let alone…  Choose which explosive pack is carrying what you need to insert into play eliminating whatever it is that has caused the impasse preventing your life’s forward thrust from continuing in the first place and.  You only made it worst with the…

Recently I received emails from those wanting to provide me with an easy access into their Fairy Tales.  More like “Tales from another’s hood” based on how each email seemed to have a distinct omission.  Any time anyone comes charging in sprouting nastiness while perverting what another has said then.  Doesn’t give their name; you know they’re smelling their own funk and are trying to get you to inhale it too.

In dippin’ deeper into their mess I found myself about to slip.  It was “them” who brought the hell to my door and I really thought I was gonna let the demonic part of me loose because as I thought, “They couldn’t bring this to me expectin’ to survive; I slay Dragons and they were breathin’ all over me”.  Then it donned on me, MocaLacaDocious was in full effect.  It had gotten so deep into my psyche, splitting my thought processing mechanism and screaming at me with; “You’re invincible and you know you’re not gonna let anyone come at you like this so go forth and destroy”.  Oh yes, feeling Kingly in my private domain probably much like the Ones’ who crafted the emails I was reading and that’s when I…  Took the preverbal blink and said, “Not me”.  I wasn’t going to “Bow Down” to the temptations of my world which I knew had just been bombarded by a Simpleton demanding to be let in.  MocaLacaDocious mixed with TenseTime makes you wanna slap your momma but.  You really don’t wanna go there so you inhale again, shake it off and realized one thing. “You’re above this and what’s needed to rise above can be doable when you have the skills.”

Tact and Diplomacy is part of a skill-set.  Deploy it and even TenseTime becomes manageable.  Diss it and toss the concepts and…  You might encounter something that will do way more than just go “bump in the night”.  When meeting/greeting another, be it via The Net or during some actual FaceTime, at some point extend a name.  Government name or otherwise isn’t important the 1st name will do.  This simple communication tactic allows for a personal point of reference while defining One’s importance to self and kind.  When any naming of self is omitted all One has done is set the tone and by this I want you all to think cloaking.  Hiding yourself in a way so as the other doesn’t see the dagger you’re about to stab ‘em in the back with.  Oh, I get it; the name was withheld because everybody is quick to Google, discovering those devious things “you” once participated in.  So what, life is what it is.  Someone once told me that too.  I wanted to rearrange his skull because of the insult but.  As time passed Wifey… Not mine, his stepped to me and told it.  He was beyond whatever I even thought I could possibly participate in.  Just That he hid it well.  Oh yes, FOLK luv to point out others and when caught-up in TenseTime “Damage Control” finds you an easy Mark.

ICHAS8440 isn’t about being safe.  Want safe go find a Bank and lock yourself inside.  Like the false sense technology gives FOLK today with regard to remaining anonymous while trolling The Net, same applies.  Especially when someone writes to another telling them, “I thought we had something special but after reading what you’ve made public about us, I mean how could you”.  How could I what…  “Troll” made an indication she was the woman I spoke of in a piece published in 2014 titled “Mary Christmas”.  Was she?  Yeah as far as seeking inclusion.  Much like the many who swear the Fox series “Empire” have somehow captured “their” inner selves through the character of the same series by the name “Cookie”.

My Mary who is actually Felicia like Cookie is a “Bad Bitch”.  Somebody with way more awareness of what’s in rotation during the daily Grind making up their life!  She would be the first to know the omission of Ones name doesn’t guarantee a damn thing.  If anything the failure to do so only confirms that you are pretty much already delusional functioning from a position fueled by TenseTime.  Which…  Is why my reply appears here and not in someone’s Inbox.

Where I come from the culture is usually shown from a depressed mode point of view, and…  Although there are those coming with allegations of New Black, don’t get Twisted.  They are those who have assimilated and refer to themselves as capable of building bridges which is why they are financial prosperous.  Actually there is no such a condition in any people.  Hide from where you’ve come from, act like it didn’t exist and in time you will find yourself in the right time to consider everything that has impacted you while confusion swirls in your mind.

Real Talk, they are truly on TenseTime, just…  Clever in disguising what is goin’ on deep within their mind.  Me, despite of whatever anyone thinks, assumes or decided to push to the forefront, I refuse to be corralled, even when I’m on a MocaLacaDocious rush.

To the level I know Communications between He and She I really haven’t spoken on much.  Why?  Cause most aren’t ready for it.  When flowing with what actually drives the emotions creating the platform in which the dynamics between two unfolds, the positive intensity becomes so fluid ‘til.  Those un-prepared to accept what’s before them see the reality of what’s transpiring and, blink.  Once the eyes re-open they are immediately returned to the false conceptions preventing them in the first place to even experiencing such a situation and. The focused thought becomes, “I’m being manipulated”.  Why?  Because of that old standby TenseTime.  Tension; think lack of clarity. TenseTime; a failure to accept you’ve been elected making “you” believe you aren’t deserving of such a passion and deflection is the only operative course.  Once again the why; because of the pre-disposition of those who’ve actually instilled these beliefs into you without you…  Being aware of the manipulative control of which “you” wanna attempt to transfer to somebody like…  Not me, I’m not about to get into your Fairy Tale and with this MocaLacaDocious putting a polish on me…  Please.

“Whoa, this is way over my head but ‘ya know, really, you are full of yourself.”

That’s all good so let me have that and.  I’m ah make it even better.  For your mental absorption I have something for you.

Top level stupid stuff FOLK do when steppin’ to another.

I….. Think they’re prepared.

Psssss; Big difference between being prepared and ready.

II…. Think they’ve got the “It” factor.

Psssss; Oh yes, “It” actually exist.

III… Think money is a motivator.

Psssss; Not to myself & “U”. Money is a huge motivational
tool with different applications depending on the mind-set of who is identified. You’ve
gotta understand the blend like; MocaLacaDocious.

What I come with is simple insight regarding Communications Between He and She.  The collective content; now this is what makes it intense creating what I’ve known as the “Hypnotic Factor”.  Once One locks down the allure of this component you finally realize, “This is the blend I needed” and.  You feed.  Making your thoughts/visions supreme, owning your life and stop settling for sloppy seconds.  Even when…  Under the direct influence of MocaLacaDocious.

“Who Dat; PT III”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on February 26, 2015 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphic.WhoDat.PTIII.2015‘Lil Kubla, microcosm of what’s really goin’ on in the minds of many.  Oh, U don’t think so?  “50 Shades Of Grey The Book” that became the trending theatrical must see film deals with fantasies both male and female.  The theme; built around BDSM (Bondage/Discipline Dominance/Submission Sadomasochism).  The nexus, sexual tension based on deprivation.  What was once hidden and only discussed behind closed doors and in nondescript residential Dungeons finally received public anointment.  Exactly as what was going on in ‘Lil Kubla’s mind just as the interest of the public proved with the release of 50 Shades.

Strolling towards the rendezvous spot, contemplating in silence, a car gently comes around the corner, parks in a crazy way right in front of the window where…  ‘Lil Kubla is also standing while in deep thought.  A man of seemingly European descent steps out and casually motions for her to come.  She moves quickly in the direction and…  Watching from a distance I see a verbal interaction developing.  She becomes animated, hand gestures used to push her points.  He steps from behind the door that shielded him and is now right in her face. Violence ensues as he yanks her hair, wraps his hand within its length.  Then he spins her around, forces her to assume the position like a cop would do during a typical traffic stop.  Her hands pressed on the hood of his car he throws her dress up. Is my heart racing?  Am I fearing that this may be a set-up, pre-arranged for their benefit and I just happened to be the chosen one?

The sequence of events has drawn others who drive by, glance over and stop.  Head lights doused and the audience forms.  Sex in the city on Main Street and I like the others, haven’t turned my head.  A shameful act? Shameless FOLK who’ve made up the Looky Lou’s playing a role and not running to rescue ‘Lil Kubla who… Is definitely being manhandled and seemingly violated? Who knows! I do…

Deed done the male zips his clothing while she turns around and just stand there, shaking her head at him.  He slaps her, she doesn’t recoil but keeps standing.  Inside his car he notices me, “donut’s” in my direction and comes screeching to a halt.  He doesn’t get out but lowers his window and intimidates the words “You got a problem”.  His problem was that he hadn’t recognized Shorty B. who now has blocked all possibly exit routes and; speaks softly in his direction.  “Hey, if you wanna start something keep running your mouth”.  My man Shorty B….

For me, it was obvious the intensity of ‘Lil Kubla personal drive and recognized her skills long ago, she luved to push the envelope so to speak.  Like with men and women of today, despite of what I do professionally as tough as she had “pressed up on me”, it may have been only a matter of time ‘til.  The emotional tension pushed us over into Lust Land.  Hence, I moved first.  Shorty B. heard me out and gladly offered to cover my back.  That’s what men do.  We sharpen one another and he knew enough about life to know under the circumstances, “BMIBH” (Black Man In Beverly Hills), it would be a tragedy when the Po Po pulled up and I was identified as the aggressor.

‘Lil Kubla came to me as the car and the male pulled off into the darkness of the night.  Not about to be tricked into believing “Foolio” was leaving so willfully, Short B. followed in the same direction.  Talking with her I found out why she carried her gun.  It wasn’t limited to the need in case she found herself in a compromising position with someone from the outside, but.  As a precaution if and when Hubby got to…

Hubby was the one she truly held fear of, Hubby…  Who took what he decided was his and in his mind she was his property.  She reiterated her hatred towards him and said she should have pulled the trigger when he first pulled up.  My conclusion was why?  Under the unfolding, “up lifting” circumstances, her libido was higher than ever.  Some situations have a way of increasing the tensions between two people who find themselves in a “compromising sequences” of events and she exhibited all the classic signs.  Not to say she sought this, but… I know if she wanted to shoot, she’d of shot.

When speaking with another simple listen to the way the other speaks.  The slight nuances as the syllabic sounds trail off.  Recognize the tremble in the voice, all obvious and all indications of what’s going on deeper in the psyche.  She wanted out of her mundane life but… FOLK become accustom to life’s customs.  She wasn’t going anywhere at least not at this point.  Hubby had Drama and she knew the possibilities of an instant script change.  She lived with the man, knew exactly what he’d assume since she’d been leaving the home on the same night, at the same time, each week.  Did she think I’d not think he’d eventually follow her?  What is known is with so much stuff churning within One’s mind a release point has to be identified.  Which is to say; I knew enough to have Shorty B. run the interference I needed.

In order to make it within the structure of any InnerPersonal relationship a paradigm change has to be made.  With the basic dynamic of the relationship now in flux, what was not acceptable yesterday is definitely up front and center today.  Avoidance of this reality is how One gets caught up…  The shift in perception can be simple when One knows the futility of One’s actions.  The causes and effect which are gonna usher in consequences most don’t intent to adjust to or deal with.  What ‘Lil Kubla thought she knew had been created from a collection of impressions taken from images seen via Media presentations.  “The Hunt” is real and from a visual point this Hunt has a built in stimuli that seeps deep into One’s already over stimulated psyche.  Before it’s realized, you’ve been lead to the entrance of The Rabbit Hole and pushed inside.  ‘Lil Kubla seeking much, wanting more settled for her perceived Storybook life.  What she didn’t know was the flip side of that offered even more intoxicating dangers.

Tic Toc Tic Toc, the same sound of any timepiece, even those that have become so advance through technology ’til they run silent.  Time still moves on and…  The seasons change but The Game remains the same.  ‘Lil Kubla had progressed from where it all began to where she found herself with me.  What she missed was much like “Anna Mae Bullock” from Nutbush Tennessee did once she had made her way into Ike’s world.  She morphed and didn’t wanna accept it.

Everyone aspires to participate but few wanna accept the actual cost for admission.  Genghis Khan descended in or around 1162 establishing The Great Khan Empire.  Kublai his G.D. (Grand Son) continued the philosophy advancing the nomadic people his ancestors spawned from.  ‘Lil Kubla shared that blood line.  What she didn’t retain was the values defined by her; Bloodline.  She said as much during those “private moments” when everything had already transpired and we took a moment for the re-charge.  She hated being married, loved her children but didn’t want to have anything to do with raising them on a day to day basis.  Once she asked me was she a bad person. “Bad”, what is that?  Emotionally she was shot.  Psychologically she had become contaminated and it could all be traced to forgetting where she came from and who she was.  What she became was a result of…  Stuff happens.  She wasn’t F**ked up as she said so many times while crying after the fact.  Confused; yes.  Compromised because she allowed others to tamper with her emotional balance but ‘cha know; that’s life.

From an Anthropology point she came from a tribal existence.  So what, everybody does.  A vassal is a feudal society which is the same social mix today’s societies have evolved to be; Persons/Places dependent on another place full of persons.  When one assumes they are better or so much different than the other, that’s when the tricks begin to go on display.  Tricks are used to create psychological conflict so that it is easier to invade One’s mind.  When deep inside the One with Trickeration sprinkles Pixie Dust, thoughts become clouded and what had been apparent becomes…  Slightly blurred.  They blink in an attempt to re-gain clarity but…  They’ve already been placed in a position conducive for the trick’s completion.  Debauchery is spread.

Gun Powder was made to celebrate life once achievement were accomplished.  Gun Powder like life has a duality.  It sparks an explosion, boom goes the sound of any Fire Works just after ignition resulting in a fabulous display of colors and sound.  FOLK are amazed.  What isn’t realized is the other side of this; capable, new chemical interaction.  Gun Powder can also be used in a destructive sense.  The inventor of Gun Powder just as the FOLK who created the Atomic Bomb didn’t want to participate in the second act of their creation. My thing is; I am the Second act and I’m not; “Captn’ Save A Ho”.  DNA identifies 40% Kushite with 25 percent Mali, and eight % Dutch which is to say, somebody in the great great past of my FAM was deep into the swirl.  Regardless, Kushite is the 25 Dynasty.  Just like ‘Lil Kubla we both come from remarkable bloodlines.  The key is to step off the merry go round and recognize.  We’re not too far removed from what was.  Sex is a biological need.  Livin’ on top of the hill lookin’ down merely means; you can afford to pick and choose from a safer distance.  Doesn’t mean you up on that hill are any better.  Everybody is a toxic mess but that isn’t a prescript for others to be allowed to have all that control over another’s life. But…  Ya know what, ‘Lil Kubla is fine on all this. She wasn’t expecting rescue from me. She did know if she’d of “holla out” she’d of been swept away from all that had transpired, even on the highly visible, recorded streets of Beverly Hills.  As for the others, staring, becoming excited while in the comfines of their automobiles; she nor I ever thought for a moment they’d spring into action and formulate an Evac.  It’s just not in FOLK, or…  Not ‘til support of another becomes publicly fashionable.

“Pullin’ The Layers Back” under any circumstances is a tricky affair, much like “the first hit”.  You go there, sample the… “Sample” and somewhere in your psyche’ a compulsion is activated.  The pull begins and you return again and again, just so you can experience that initial acceleration again and again and again, but…  The 1st hit is always the best; ‘cept; for those who understand the evolution of the mechanics of the move itself.  Once “The Seal” has been broken, a resealing takes place on a psychological level extending to the emotional palate.  When conditions are right and the feelings become real once again, the first hit can be re-experienced therefore, re-opened on any given night.

Life, comes with built-in addictive properties more so where a vice is concerned.  But, was ‘Lil Kubla dealing with a vice?  Are the reasons for her “dis-connect” from what she created based on DNA or?  The list compiled holding these answers will grow with little to no additional thought and everything added can be found in the excuse pile.  What One becomes is usually traced back to excuses.  When getting with another if…  When you see the signs that it’s not a good thing for “you”, stop the roller coaster ride.  ‘Lil Kubla was where she was based on her own failures to address what she didn’t want to be about.  Then again, One’s significant other can become an “AzzHole” and that behavior can be masked making it difficult to see or accept.  Usually the realization comes too late and at a steep price.  When you’re in it and have compromised your true feelings, you won’t just cash in and say it ain’t working.  Putting it in the Lawyers’ hands isn’t a viable move either.  But…  With her, these didn’t appear to be any of the issues.  Maybe she was… Addicted to the massive release of chemicals when; intimately engaged.  She was bored and as a result was on the prowl.  Sex was the great equalized and the chemical reliance was the blast once the trigger released the explosion.

Psssss; Manipulation..?  Don’t think so, today’s battle cry from a female advocacy is they can’t speak up because they’ve been manipulated into the position they voice as compelling.  If this is the case why is it when the same Advocates achieve the separation from one with another a large percentage of those advocating “Get Out Now” move to…  Inject themselves into the lives of those they say they are there to; protect?  Oh yes, I do this and I’ve grown within this.

“Who Dat; Pt. II”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology with tags on February 9, 2015 by ichas8440


‘Lil Kubla, thought I forgot! Unconditionally “Beast”; She’s not about to ask for anything and won’t give a damn who complains regarding her reasoning.  Characteristically “Feline” in persuasion that is.  With no hint of domestication.  As for the phrase “If looks could kill”, in application to her, think extreme!

‘Lil Kubla, married w/children and not satisfied in the least. Amoral?  Hummm, someone who’s aware to the point of having real ethical standards which pre-establish the trait ushering in a sense of self and kind, meaning “Nobody is abandoned” especially those who didn’t have a choice in whether or not they were brought into this world; I’d say very moral.  Hubby?  Here’s where things become tricky.  Considering the majority who may be engrossed in such a situation, divorce would be the logical step, ‘cept.  Un-like Cinderella, ‘Lil Kubla woke up in the middle of her fairytale, noticed the darkness spread through the room and quickly realized, “There were way better places than home”.  Still she didn’t buck her responsibilities and deal with the consequences created by her choices.  Now as far as this being logical…

Logical, the standard belief normally applied under such circumstances to which she saw no upside in having another raise her blood.  Oh yes, divorce and this is what comes.  You previous happy home becomes the domain of your replacement figure.  ‘Lil Kubla’s exact words on this, “Why have some idiot slide in, entice Hubby along with my kids, convincing him to abscond with the treasures of my endeavors only to push my same kids off on the Nanny while they continue writing chapters on the Storybook titled Insanity?”  Like I said, feline is only used to assign behavioral lineage.  She was fully conscious of the life she helped to create and understood the elements effecting the total creation.  And something significant she also presented, Hubby had a pass and she had no inclining towards stopping him from running off with the hired help.  Minnie the Mistress, Peter the Pool man, didn’t matter what his predisposition may have morphed to, she wasn’t about to discriminate.  Just don’t assume she’d accept anything less than what she knew she had comin’.  ‘Lil Kubla wasn’t the One who’d graciously sit back and accept the “structured settlement” designed, modified in the camp of an enemy.

Together once again and we played nice.  Hinted at the possibilities of sexual rendezvous and on the same note recognized the enhancing probabilities those “Hidden Avenues” held if we chose to step down into them.  Main Streets with all the glam/glitter also is the stompin’ grounds for those who wanna be seen, heard and will eventually provide an un-called for critique.  The best offerings usually are found on the Byways making up the side-streets and private roads creating intersecting connectors.  Oh, I’m not naïve and know there will be those who’ll quickly disagree and say the chances for exploiting is better when out along back alleys, but…  I haven’t said or alluded to any alleys.  This conclusion only arises in the mindset of FOLK who really don’t understand the full ramifications of…

Hold up, don’t get ahead of yourself or me and misconstrue, assume because of a desire not to be out there where the world watches your every move means something is loss or lacking.  When functioning outside the illuminations of the bright lights, just being in such a situation allows for a clearer rational when wanting to arrive while being fully capable to grasp the actual complexities of The Goose & Gander.  Yes, what goods for the Goose can go for the Gander too.  Pomp and Pageantry for those not knowin’ is an acquired taste but…  Once dipped into like a Boysenberry twirled in a deep dish of melted chocolate, the blend of those fine nuances which…  Over a brief interlude in time will make up another flavor altogether, okay.  So, understanding this, now you have a preview of thoughts known when One takes themselves out of the equation and ventures off the “regulated” path.

Empathy, sympathy there’s a difference and she wasn’t seeking either.  Inquiries were made to me as to how I dealt with my life.  The conflicts she knew I must’ve had encountered in being who and what I was.  Her quest to gather from another’s life didn’t surprise me. If anything she inspired simply because she wasn’t One to refute who or what she was.

Again, FOLK have an innate tendency to seek a Stamp for acceptance from others under the belief that approval will catapult them into higher social standings. If anything this is the true definition of…  Amoral…

She had options and from my vantage point, exercised them correctly.  She wasn’t desperately driven by the thoughts and motivations of those on the outside.  Her life based on this presentation makes for a difficult reception for those who denies they also have latent desires to walk on the wild side in an attempt to see what has attracted and captivated others who… Lie about why they are there and or compelled to drift; shall I say.

The twinkling lights, the pretty ‘Lil Leopards creating an elaborated exotic décor, gone.  Holiday over but evidence of the preparations leading into another are very evident.  Valentines’ Day must be just around the corner.  Such is life, commercialization of the day.  After our last “Meet and Greet” we know somewhere another confidential file is being accessed and updated with contradictory data because.  Just know that when One is aware of the scripts and constant re-writes re-addressing what is, well.  It’s easy to manipulate the methods defining an individual’s madness basically, F**kin’ up all those who watch from behind the scene.  London use ‘ta be the worlds’ most concentrated point for surveillance.  Now, every city is in The Game of “Hide and Seek”.  Gather, review, quantify and provide to the masses, images of what they say it is to be.  Our rendition of a “Bump and Grind” probably gave them fuel. Pushing them deeper into their madness towards…  Hummm, did they think we were just two over sexed FOLK out to get busy with another each of us hardly knew?  Sounds cynical but only to those who refuse to believe every cell conversation taking place in the world is being recorded.

Bodies entwined, lips about to touch, she whispers and I look off into the distance.  The concentration of air coming outta her mouth rises up and around my nose, morphs back down settlin’ along my cheekbones then.  Drifts back up to my eyelashes, I blink, and the air separates elevating right over my forehead; disappearing into space.  We laugh and silently wished there was one of those underground elevators coming up so we could incorporate it into this performance.  Yes, that’s what ‘cha do when…

“Whoa, you’ve got a gun? You brought a weapon to see me?”  Slipping the 380 into a hidden pocket under the arm of her coat, ‘Lil Kubla smiles and ask.  “Are you a virgin?” Feigning surprise I simply say, “For you, yes”.  Nodding her head she shoots another of her signature stares, moves in closer and…  Now inhales my scent.  She is now referring to me as a liar.  Now I am surprised because I had given her more credit than to say something such as this, but.  My credit was due and when she brought me back up to her speed, I could only smile.  “I don’t care if you do this often in fact, I get you about the virgin thing. Your question I got also and so you know, my gun is for those who think they can get in the way with what’s goin’ on in my life”.

They say after the first “hit” of any drug, somewhere in the psyche’ a compulsion is activated.  The pull begins and you return again and again all in the hopes of experiencing that initial acceleration your first had, but…  The 1st hit is always the best and a return to that extra-sensory satisfaction is not to be had; ever again.  Let me tell you something, this is not so.  When speaking about what goes on on an intimate level between He and She, doesn’t matter that “the seal” had been broken.  When “served” right, it is another first on any given night.  It depends on the consciousness of those involved.

Recently a clinical Psychologist said the number one ingred. to a lasting relationship is making your mate your best friend.  It’s also been circulated opposite sexes cannot be friends because they are wired differently and this difference is like sticking a positive charged pole into a negatively charged receptor.  I respect the academic achievements that comes with any discipline but.  Way too many professionals are merely seeking an additional 15 minutes.  Friends like a good relationship are “Few and Far Between”.  When “pushing” something out and the “absorption” begins with a marked rate of smoothness, friendship has already been established.  The currents match despite the supposedly non-supportive physical designs.  What the Psychologist said as he accepted the accolades on generated by such a brilliant discovery was nothin’ new.

When attracted to another first know that there’s a multitude of factors jumpin’ off which either will make it happen or make it vanish quicker than it started.  Arousal isn’t on the secondary platform but the first.  What determines friends from foe is the luggage carried and on display from any previous encounter.  ‘Lil Kubla like any some-one-body I come across.  Married, single, divorce; not my business.  Life was in rotation way before our lives crossed paths.  When One’s wants to let you in, the door will be opened.  The key to maintaining once inside is. Let them say when.

‘Lil Kubla hated what she had become and definitely didn’t want to maintain a marriage just for the sake of appearances.  Something way more revealing was how she felt about sex. Hubby or somebody else didn’t matter.  She loved the chemically induced enhancements from the beginning, during and after orgasm.  Said the overall clarity pertaining to life increased a thousand times.  Yes, much like when seeking that “first hit” experience.  Hubby as she admitted was probably aware of her late night outings but he was no longer that friend.  Friends with him was a veiled sense of reality she said was “Probably due to some male insecurities going on in him”.

There’s more.  A whole lot more.  Havin’ Game and being Game Tight is different than merely being; “Laced”.  ‘Lil Kubla was laced with a hit of lavender and the sturdiness that comes with good leather, but.  If you hadn’t known about the hidden pistol you’d never know who she was nor what she could…  Represent.  Society, class distinction have created vast differences with little to do with humanity.  What she sought, where she found herself wasn’t by chance.  What goes on between He and She is pretty much the same all over the world. There’s subtle difference but that’s what gives any culture its uniqueness.  Why do you think FOLK of different persuasions are privately attracted to those who don’t look or live like them?  The socially accepted taboos; ain’t stoppin’ a thing.  Turn the lights down low and you’ll see that the ignition had already been engaged.

Someone said they don’t like to compete.  I’m cool on that because it’s when you fail to compete is when you cheat yourself.  Game, once again merely refers to the elements making up life.  Game Tight refers to knowin’ what you know and understanding the flexibility within what you’ve amassed.  Wanna know how to factor this in?  Simply look at those who have and know that there’s another side to all things.  There are those who don’t have and won’t ever have because they won’t accept the basic principles making up; The Game.  As for being Laced refer to having command of what you are, you do and who you intend to do.  Think shoe. Tie ups, Velcro connected, slip-ons, doesn’t matter.  They all have provide the same function.  When the method of design doesn’t conform ain’t a damn thing gonna look right or…  Fit.

This has been “served” by The 22nd G and I’m not leaving you hangin’.  It’s just that I came to engage ‘Lil Kubla.  We have much to catch up on and…  To continue would be to overload circuits, so.  Consider this like viewing a film.  Keep following.

Psssss; Okay, for those who can’t get pass the inclusions referencing “sex”, I reiterate, see this as a film.  Sex is the theme, merely used for the attraction.  Like watching a film where He and She are always in the bedroom, it’s not about the bed or the room.  It’s about the development of the characters portrayed.

“Who Dat…”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on January 20, 2015 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphics.WhoDat.IV - CopyEarly eve, storm had just passed and…  Have you ever looked up and out at the silhouetted mountain range?  When time and conditions permit do so.  Make it right as the sun is making its final call.  Say; twilight.  And oh, make certain no artificial light is in the distant.

The chill factor was lower than it had ever been; FOLK didn’t know what to do.  Many unfamiliar with seasons’ change, complained. Others began to act strange.  Seems when conditions become different and the modification is for the better despite of how critically needed, FOLK just become besides themselves.  Collectively the demand goes out for a return to what is perceived as normal.  Normal; for me it’s standing in the same coldness others shudder from, looking intensely at the mannequins’ draped in the latest designs brought to you by “Agent Provocateur”.  Yes, it’s colder than, what is the phrase; “A Witch’s Titty”.  And I’m vibin’ off of lingerie sets in the middle of the night, standing on Rodeo Drive in the heart of Beverly Hills.

Contemplating the color combinations, considering how Wifey will enhance the fabrics chosen as she struts her stuff, somebody quietly slips along side of me in my; Moment of Solace.  Her reflection, transposed and superimposed onto one of the mannequins appearing in the window, I shift my focus just a ‘lil and…  Caught a personal glimpse of…

Heart beats adding to the mental images I could see her chest rise then fall with each breath.  She was bundled up like a gift wrapped in layer upon layer of complimenting clothing.  It was apparent she knew she belongs.  Condensed air erupted from her mouth as she spoke. Inquiring while we both played at being focused on the subtle but sexy displays; and I…  Shift gears just as smoothly.

“Did you say something?”  Upon hearing my voice she gave me one of those, “No he didn’t” looks, then.  Softly, in a muted tone said, “Do you see anybody else?”  She had jokes and I enjoyed the foreplay responding in kind.  “Oh, a toxic mess.”  She paused but…  Like I said, her reflection was straight in front of me so the shifting from one leg to the next was nothing but “fluff” and I held position. Facial features, still beaming but it was obvious she was pausing for the minute required to recompose, then she fired away.  “And you’re full of harmful intent”.

Beverly Hills, way too late for anyone to be out & about seeking an intimate connection; still.  She, I…  Engaged in our Freedoms of Expression despite what those who watched from afar, monitoring in real time our every visual and audio feed.  Recordings uploaded, transmitted to sites somewhere far away from where we actually stood.  She, we, together under the chill of night, livin’ life, believing the hype that we are free to be…

To be “tucked away”, stuck in some cramp ass cubical, sippin’ on stale whatever while processing the content of another’s personal life, and…  Assessing what they had shared in their moment during a brief interlude, might…  Just might lead some to think, “How vulgar these two, uggga, look at ‘em, two stray hungry mongrels, out on the prowl, sniffin’ at one another’s behinds”.  But…  Little did the “snoops” know or were unable to decipher from the visual conveyances captured that we were definitive of “Apex”.  Fear wasn’t in our DNA.  They, doin’ what they did, had been reduced to the position of pawns.

What’s more vulgar and far removed than those concealed, hiding, functioning without a sense of value or personal worth, as they…  Bite away at their dry lips, immersed while receiving downloads from cameras positioned along the tops of buildings.  Snatching images of another’s world through devices cleverly attached to street post signs.  Hollywood you say; Art imitating life?

Strolling North along Rodeo I’m now standing in front of Bijan’s, and…  Here she is again, standing just a ‘lil closer than before.  I lock my stare for just a bit longer and she bites. Oh yes, that 33 second stare is a Game Changer.  By the time the one focused on realizes what’s goin’ on it’s too late.  You’ve gotten deep inside of them.  If a desire hadn’t been there before, once they hold the stare with you, one thing is confirmed.  You’ve been allowed into their world, and…  The inscription conveyed from the returned stare says, intimate level; please be genuine.

When she told me she was from Eurasia I wasn’t about to resist and replied, “Lil Kubla”.  To which she shot back, “He was a distant relative so I’m chill on that”.  Oh yes, the show we gave…  Free, especially for those in the background, watching, thinkin’ nobody had a clue.  I knew the creepy ones on the other end of the transmitting cameras mis-understood the reason why I…  We; engaged as we did. To them, my words indicated Racist, and she had merely re-acting to the intimidating nature of my behavior.  Which was why…  They were locked up somewhere off site, by those who designed a system to monitor another’s system so they could amass info on how life really goes.  Like The Big Bad Wolf trickin’ ‘Lil Red in that story from Back-In-The-Day.  FOLK and their deceptions.

Jay walking a car full of other’s slows, heads can be seen but none protrude from the windows.  No, not this crew, they resort to high-tech methods to deliver their disenchantment with us.  A few streets over with the lights dim we find ourselves off the main grid, and… Here’s that car again.

Darkness has a way of bringing out the stupidity of many and these characters aren’t too distant from that sort of ignorance.  One steps out of the now parked vehicle, stretches while projecting in a territorial way.  The others follow and.  We happen to be out numbered as they approach, scare tactics in full effect.  My beautiful Red Leather jacket is grabbed forcefully and I think to myself, ‘no respect, no respect”, but.  Flinching is not me.  That’s when it should of donned on these imitation Gangsters; oops, they aren’t the ones.  But…

Now comes Stupid number Two who begins to trace his fingers along the inside seam of Kubla’s exposed cleavage.  She yawns and says, “You couldn’t handle me if I was sleep so don’t even go there”.  Mental examination going on inside my head I realize society has created another set of fake ass monsters with all the dpuble standards and forgotten truths and that’s when I smile.  I… Use’ta luv chasing monsters.

Lookin’ at Kubla while poppin’ my fingernails, I just can’t resist and say. “You ‘lil Bitch Ass Wanna Be.  I’m ‘ah tap dat azz and you  gonna touch every Mutha F**kin’ thang’ in sight tryin’ to get away, but ‘cha know what.”

The “know what”, I didn’t get to, because…  The one touching my jacket, swallowed and that’s when I knew.  I just knew those camera’s were still recording and if I did make the move, I’d be the one in front of a seated Judge being judged based on who I had been perceived to be with…  The passing of judgment having nothing to do with what had been pre-recorded because.  Yes; this was Beverly Hills and as everyone knows the reality of all life is an off-shoot of; “Beverly Wills”.

“Bump that and tell us, how’d the episode turn out?”

Hold up, hold up.  Don’t demand a damn thing from me, especially when I’m in this mode.  But…  Since you all have been such attentive Disciples get with this.  I wanna say she and I walked off into the artificial moonlight and everything turned out alright, but.  I’m not. You’ll have to wait ‘til the recordings.  Yes, remember those hidden cameras?  When it serves “their” purpose an edited version will.  Miraculously emerge and then you still won’t know the real. Beverly… Because, confidential intent will once again create a visual conflict making it emotionally hard to…  Really, why nnot just wait like FOLK do and catch the next release cause this is gonna be serialized.

Psssss; Reality is always relevant to the values & moral fibers of those who possess them.  There are some who believe this didn’t happen and those who know it did take place exactly as scripted.  Then, there are those who will silently wait for the edited version mentioned, to which…  They will accept as factual with no secondary thoughts ever entering their mind.  So in all actuality again..  Why not wait on the sequel.  It’s there where you’ll realize what I said way back when.  There’s Gangsters and there are Studio Gangsta’s. Gangster’s aren’t suppose to be capable of enjoying the spontaneous display compliments of Mother Nature.  Such as the setting Sun dancing with physical images, or…  The appearance of another in the dead of night while window shopping.  Whereas Studio Gangsta’ on the other hand are… Living life based on assumptions. “Kubla, same place, same time but… Let’s flip the station. See you when I do.”


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