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

ichas8440.Graphics.He.2015“Who was he?” It didn’t matter. He saw, “cam”, conquered. “What happened? What we had, just sorta evaporated over night.” No, you looked right, he glanced left; unexplored attractions went off like stimuli spawned from a Star bursting display of fireworks. You knew they were knockin’. You pushed the pace refusing to see what it was, denied the realities. Got nasty said he was crude, rude, un-deserving. Not worthy of you. Explanations came, but. You dismissed them and him. Said his Game was lame. It’s called life. He represented one sex, and that’s all you saw as you stepped on his deck. Like him, you “cam” cause at the time that’s all that mattered. Chemistry, remember? It was all up in the air. Scents mixed, matched, initially neither feels despair. Everybody’s wrapped up. It felt good and then… Again, life happens.

It all starts with the “P”. Bet ‘cha neva’ heard of the Play “Was The P & It Went All Up In Me”. Well, marinate on the one you have heard of, “The Vagina Monologues”. Female’s grand expose’ clarifying it all! Theatrical presentations, each way over the top and no great mystery here as nothin’ new is dropped. One thing though I must point out is both are solo focused manifest based on individual social orientations from which all life springs. Down play it, say it isn’t so, but. Reflect and you finally see; it’s all there.

Let’s not “push the envelope” as way to many like to say. Here, we are “Divers”, and we go deep. Rich FOLK, those on the stair-steps of poverty, it doesn’t matter the Class or projected station of life. “The P” drives all aspects inclusive of those pretending to be living the non-descript life. As for those engaged in the corporate world pretending that all this is below them; don’t believe the hype. Back in time it was the Partnership, guaranteeing the corner office with the double-paned windows providing a fabulous view. Advance that, bring it up to speed, the corner office has been reduced to a large cubical accented by floor to ceiling window but… The Game, hasn’t changed. During hours, after hours, “The Hunt” is still in full effect.  Married, Single, Divorced, all are a part of the sexual course. Know the motivations of “He” recognize it in “She”, the manipulation, mastery of the digitalized keys becomes second to none. Life, it continues.

There was a time He, She, could be identified, recognized way before either of the two met. With the dominance of the real driving force fueling everything, “same sex” is in contention even out on open deck. Life, seems to have been reduced to whatever is in effect. Real Talk… It was even that way “Way Back When”. The difference was, until the chemicals took affect “He, She”, stayed within the decorum they learned to perfect.

Everybody should “break wide” and contemplate the demise of all great civilizations. This stroll through your mind will surprise by what you’ll find. The Garden Of Eden wasn’t a myth, everything sought within life is provided. The key during the discovery is to know all aspects of life demands maintenance. When the “Secret Garden” is entered and He and She “lock” in rotation, don’t think either of you limit the view to a singular glimpse.  Recognize the side streets, glance down the dimly lit alleys. You’ll also hear your name called but… It won’t be your name that’s seeking a referral. Nope; your body. Didn’t expect such a betrayal, but… It’s not. Think life.

Life, much like a One Act Play, you’ve just gotta understand the biology of it. Much like a stem cell that feeds the re-creations of additional cells. When one living cell is weakened, functional ability about to expired, a spark has already been sent. Signal received way before any dysfunctional event occurs and… Another is already there, prepared to keep the regenerative life sustaining process going. ‘Cept, the more it has to regenerate the more likely something can take hold, poisoning the beauty of what is. Just as life in rotation was when… You saw, “you cam” and the conquest was exact. ‘Cept… Over the course of time, you placate yourself and boredom set in. Laziness was in command. Deviant exploration shined brightest providing a more, stimulating attraction, and… Life happens.

Stupid stuff, happens all day. It’s taking place all around and FOLK fail to prepare so they react. Tic Toc, Tic Toc, the sound of the life clock. Everybody hears it but ain’t nobody tryin’ to hear it. Everyone is tellin’ the other one to, “Jump”. “Make a move”, let’s make this happen, and then. Way way down the way everybody stops. Inhales and recognize; it wasn’t “He”, it wasn’t “She”. It was “Me”. Caught up in the moment and didn’t wanna see “We” all can get pulled into the; Event. Sliding, eventually fall off the cliff and in the descent trick ourselves into believing we can change the equation and… Take control of the fall, turning it into an incredible dive. Contorting the body and now… Have created this beautiful three and a half Gainer ending with what is defined as an Olympic Style Swan Dive. Then, a stand is taken, invisible applauds are heard along with a raising of scores scripted with perfect tens, only. You’ve been fooled. It was all a part of the One Act Play.

Live long enough and One will get older, eventually while living so long you will be old and. What was lost or assumed lost will be chalked up as another frivolous moment F**k off because One allowed someone on the outside bangin’ to be let in… In. But… Remember the rally cry “do something”. Realize what is, was, and… Know it is so. Accept the familiarity of life in rotation. Stop thinking it’s different with you. Make the appropriate adjustment to…

Psssss; Adjustments. I like attitude adjustments. Make you wanna slap yourself and toss a kiss to the sky because you’ve finally discovered it ain’t that serious. Okay, on your mark, get set… Now you know. Welcome to two thousand and fifteen.

Pssssssssss; Focus Team , after allegedly tellin’ me they dove deep into this and decided I was saying it’s all about sex. Then… 3 within the team asked for me to. “Please take off your SunShades, the sun isn’t out, we’re inside and… Your eyes are sexy.” Hummm, no need to qualify their point cause think they even knew it was now… Mute.