“Who Dat…”

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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