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Not all Roses are Red and not all Blooms are Blue...

A rose by any other name is still the same. In America it's spelled Rose and the French spell it Roz, in Africa it is  Gestyg and Great Britain left me wondering. 

I don't really have a favorite color or flower when it comes to blooms, I love them all. Blooms are colorful, cheerful and the different colors are never boring. And they help with pollination I think so or maybe it's pollination that helps the plants to grow and feed us all. And a dozen on my birthday will bring a smile to my face.

If only we would at least try and see the same beauty in people no matter the color of their skin, forget about the texture of hair or lack thereof and look beyond the cover and deep into the heart of another. If we could only learn to work together we may have flying cars that we can go under water in, to a certain depth. But because we dismiss each other so swiftly and kill so easily the world is suffering and people are still trying to get to the moon so they can try and say they own that to. I forgot the flag that was planted on the moon is supposed to guarantee ownership if it ever becomes habitable, I bought my share.

I am  trying so hard to grow up, but I'm afraid once I get grown the Earth may be desolate and dark and dreary and uninhabitable. But since it is my home and home to so many we will have no choice but to live here in rubbish and stones from all the wars that are going on and all the killing that we endure everyday. Who will be here to answer the phone when I get a problem with my internet. Who will be here to answer my nine one one call if I have a slip and fall, who will answer me when I need a refill for my medications or who will be here to manufacture those pills I need or the depends I need and who will fix my car or do my hair and nails and who will pack my food in cans and who will deliver it to the market, who I ask, who?  A Rose maybe, or a flower or will my grandchildren and all their peers and all those their age stand the test of time and make it in spite of the fact they are not on the most endangered species list.

It want be Travon Martin who was stalked and murdered while walking from a convenience story minding his own business, or Justine Ruszczyk aka Justine Diamond who called nine one one to report a possible sexual assault only to be gunned down by the police, or Mike Brown who was gunned down by the police while he held his hands above his head or Jeremy Miller who was found hanging in his front yard, nor will it be Ms. Katherine Johnson who was gunned down in her own home by the police. It want be that fetus that has no rights at all because it is not called a baby, that fetus may be the Rock Hudson of Science and Medicine. It want be Liberty German or Abigail Williams nor will it be Jon Bonnet Ramsey, murdered in her basement home, nor will it be Ms Bill Farrar, my next door neighbor who was gunned down on the forth of July on my grandparents front porch in front of all of us. Either one of these people could have been the next real solution to a shit load of small problems, even flying cars. As you can see I want my own flying car.

Please stop fishing for things that are not there, not all black people are evil thieves and not all white people are evil racist, not all Africans are Muslims and not all skies are blue, not all clouds are white and not all Roses are Red and not all Blooms are Blue.

I wonder how successful the underground railroad would have been if people from all walks of life had refused to work together? Most people are boring and have nothing interesting to say unless it is dragging someone else by the ankles hooked to a wagon and then it will be a he said she said or the TV said kind of shit, no one want to take responsibility. And all the rappers are rapping about how swollen they pockets are and will step on anyone's head just to get a little higher above the crowd. But it is called entertainment for a reason.

When I first started at this years ago I had noting much to say, pretty much the same way this year. I was lost in my feelings, still is. But I have a lot to say and don't know how to say it or where to begin and most days I don't really want to talk to anyone about my real feeling because they will change the subject because they are all bored with me and my craziness and so am I. When I get home I just want to sit here and be quiet and listen to music or look at TV. But my family want allow it, and that alone can be tiring and aggravating to the point where I get tired and ready for my own place, hopefully it want take to much longer to get my car and a place.

When I think about living alone, I think about all the things I want have to do anymore, but then I think those are the things I am used to and I may not like living alone as much as I think I will, I know I will be thrilled not to have to see blood from meat in my kitchen or dripping from a tray of meat in the fridge.

I can say I do like talking the backseat to my current situations, I don't have any bills in my name and I love it. I have taken the lead for so many years and now I don't have to and it feels kinda good not to have any bills in my name, but I still feel the nudge from being the sole bread winner for so many years. And there is that fear of the bills not being paid.

 Where were we, oh, we were talking about different colors, and shapes, and sizes in this body we all call a world or Mother Earth, but I think she is both male and female, being able to reproduce without a man, who needs a man, well I do and did and am thankful for men and the fact without men it would be a different kind of boring, but I do want that one I consider special so I can get rid of that boredom I suffer from called lack of dickophobia.

And how very dull the world would be and boring and so depressing to me if it was all gray and blah and no color nor any clarity just a dull gray with a mist in the air. I can only imaging what it would look like after a war but my mind yells gray all gray after all the dust and smoke settles once mankind have blown it up with nuclear weapons and weapons of mass destruction and bombs and bullets and evil deeds one towards others, talking about a purge, I'm talking about sending all the guards home from the prisons and opening the doors and declaring a get even purge. How many prisoners would be brave enough to leave the cell block. Oh and what a pickle we would be in if the Sun were to blow up, how long do you think we would survive. No need to kill off each other if we keep on living we gone die one day anyways so stop shortening the time of others.

But since I'm crazy I see things as black and white and fifty fifty anyways, go figure.

To see the same face everywhere I look would drive me crazy. Is true some people are more attractive than others, but I still love their uniqueness and the fact I can recognize then. How would I describe the bank robber from Joe Blow or Jack Rabbit if they all look the same.

Apples are red and roses are too, red, yellow and green but no blue. Some sweet as sugar while others are tart like a lemon ,crab apples, not sweet like a persimmons. They all different, but yet they all the same, apples, who knew, it's insane.

No matter where we go and how different people are, we know a human when we see one no matter the color the shape or the size, or how they cook, eat, or look, because not all Roses are Red and not all Blooms are Blue.

WE all eat watermelon, who knew...

Marijuana and copd-vaping

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Judge Nelson

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I finally found a one way cruise line

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My freaky Friday

If I could mimic anything or anyone I would probably become a monster in my doings.

First person I would mimic is Chris Hemsworth, I would get naked and stand in front of the mirror and smile and then I would rent me a room and charge it to me because I am him and find me a woman so I can see what the hype is with men and sex and have myself a blast before I take on the next challenge because this challenge will take guts.

Before retirement and bad back and knees set in for Michael Jordan I would have been an NBA player so I could hold his balls while he flying thru the air to keep them safe just in case we ever get a chance to have sex. I would have worn white gloves and then I would have cupped his nuts real gentle to keep them in tact while he flying thru the air so no one would have hit him there.

I would mimic a Bald Eagle on a daily basis and get the hell out the house and fly above the noises of my mind and others, I would soar as high as I can and plunge towards the earth as fast as I can with my wings held tightly behind me and the wind whipping past my face as I approach the Earth and right before I hit I will extend my wings and pull my head and chest up and back and soar again and then I would go eat a big meal and fly over a car was and shit, back and forth shitting and laughing...

Queen Elizabeth I'm coming honey, by boat, the fucking mayflower so I can pay all the ancestors of slaves across the globe a million fucking dollars, I would get drunk and take my clothes off in the middle of town square and have a party so damn big Kim Jung Un and The D himself would both be there drinking smoking and having a fucking good time...

Ole Donnie boy his truly, Donald Trunp, I would look at his penis so I can see is there lack there of the reason he so damn pissed with men of color, damn. I would give all blacks in this country their promise land of forty acres with interest and a horse and and a car, you get a car, and you get a car. And then I would challenge Kim Jung Un to a boxing match in Vegas with Mike Tyson as Donnies coach ...

Well now is when I go downhill, I would become a talking Cobra snake so I can scare people just to see the look on their face when I talk to them...

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My sleep aide

When I was on an anti-depressant I felt nothing at all, I was emotionless. Sex was not even the same I could no longer reach an orgasm nor produce tears, I felt completely emotionless, no feelings but my mind was still on what happened to my son, something so deep as that only left me with a big ass question mark and who the fuck cares. No one wanted to talk about my son no one seemed to care about him, just the fact it is God's will. Well I can't wait to meet God even though I read somewhere I can't even ask who killed my son and why did you not come help me when I needed you most and why you want even give me so much as some kind of sign that it was all in your control, not even a dream or a vision from God telling me he got it all in control, even when he has all power in his hands.

At any rate my mind has been known to drift to the left, I can't keep a conversation on track because I will shift to either what I have lived or read or heard or seen and my mind will shift in the middle of a conversation, that may be the deeper thoughts in the relationship, I like to talk with people who like talking beyond the surface and including their feelings into a conversation. If we don't include our real feelings we not being honest with oneself, I can't think the perfect lie, the perfect excuse and it's just there in my mind just a notion of what I should say or do, but if I tell mama I didn't go to the party last night while she was sleep and was on a dirt road with my legs in the air and she find out otherwise the beating she put on me for leaving home in the middle of the night while she sleep and then lying about it and having sex and with a married man. Oh did find out because of them lying ass cousins I had, and the beating she put on me on made me allow him to pick me up at night. I would stand in the door and wait for him to drive past the house and turn around past the bridge and drive back up the road and I run out the front door, and get in his car and we drive about five miles to a dirt road and have sex and he would drop me back off and I would go inside as if nothing has happened.

You see how I get mislead by my thoughts and can't keep on track because I feel guilty about this sex encounter, that's all it was just sex and nothing else, I was young and all of us were doing the same thing, but he was my cousin and I didn't know it and they all did and refused to tell me, I had to find out thru my uncle, females can be nasty stank ass Suma Bii'Ches and so can I.

But when I want to sleep at night I drink and smoke as with all substance there is a side affect, and too much of anything is not good or so I have been told, and believe they ass when I have too much to drink. Too much alcohol tires me out and causes me to feel sluggish and tired and sleepy and lazy, but it helps me to sleep and if I have some weed with it, I sleep like a baby. Weed gives me a cough, that is the only side affect it has, other than cotton mouth, it has a secret effect to help you tune others the fuck out and hear yourself more clearly making you a very good listener, you know.

Pot helps me to sleep, concentrate and feel refreshed, but I'm hooked on alcohol and want to cut back, but if I don't drink alcohol along with the weed I don't sleep. I need someone in the bed or the room to help me feel more comfortable. When I was in a relationship and someone was in the room with me at night I felt more comfortable and it was easier for me to fall asleep.

Stop bleeping me the fuck out

I'm tired if being bleeped the fuck out, I'm a nigga loud and proud too be a nigga. Every time I hear a bleep where the word nigga supposed to be I shake my head because we not a fucking bad word and because so many of us have chosen to embrace the word nigga it has now been classified as a word so bad it (we) needs to be bleeped out, fuck that shit, we here and we belong.

 You can call me nigga all year long just don't put your hands on me...

What the hell is a Gyp or Jip!!!

When I was growing up my mom drank liquor and beer and smoked weed and cigarettes and dipped snuff and  cussed me for what appeared to be no valid reason, my brother was never called you lil Gyp bitch ass of a dog, you lil whorish ass bitch you ain't gone never amount to a pile of fucking shit ain't no man gone every want you not unless he as crazy as you you lil yella bitch get the hell outta here outta my face lil Gyp bitch and I didn't know what a ho was had no clue what a bitch was and when that bitch my mama had all her fucking habits she was happy.

If it was Saturday and daddy didn't come home Friday night, by noon Saturday it's on, the cussing and we can't come in the house. One day mama walked out the back door with her rifle in hand and said if y'all don't run imma shoot and my brother took off down the dirt road and I took off behind him and them I heard pow, pow and a hurt feeling went thru me and I followed  my brother up the red hill and under the bob wire fence and back down the pastor and my brother kept telling me come on and looking back waiting on me, my brother is four years older than me and a real Sum Bii'Ch but he the only brother I have.

We soon made it to the paved road and had to cross and we ran down the road to an older ladies house, he name has left me, but she was the first house on the right hand side of Shady Grove Ch. road. My brother asked her if we could use her phone to call our aunt and he called my aunt Eunice and waited for her to come, we sat on the porch of that lady house and my brother saw Eunice car when she passed by the paved road and we went home.

When we get there mama and Eunice was on the front porch about to sit down I was scared to come on the porch and wanted to leave and go to my grandparents house. Eunice asked mama what was wrong with her and why would she shoot over our heads and mama said we were lying on her she didn't do no such of a thing and started laughing and Eunice said Alvin they not lying on you and she smiled at my mama and mama started laughing again and said I was just playing with them children and my aunt said come on let's go riding.

Different Biches

There is a Sum Bii'Ch, this here is a boy and then we have a Suma Bii'Ch this here is a gal, they usually ain't about shit, they lay around all day and stay up all night gettin into shit, from one place to another stirring up trouble and telling lies, they usually bullies and travel in groups or pairs because they scared of being jumped by someone they have done sum foul type shit too....

Now a Son of a Bitch and a Bitch is usually okay, they will slap the spit out the mouth of a Sum or Suma Bii'Ches

and throw rocks at them while they run away and will be ready when the Sums get back wit help...

Bullying

So last night my grandson had a science project due today, the solar system.

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And he started telling his mom and me he is being bullied and so I asked him did he do something to the person who is bullying him and he said no and then I asked what did the boy do to you and he said he slapped me in my face and he kicked me and I said you didn’t hit his ass back and he said no and I asked why and his mother says if somebody hit you knock the hell back outta them and I asked him did he tell the bus driver or the teacher or the principal and he said no I was scared of what they would do and then he said they called me nigger and I said you can call me nigger all damn day long but don’t put your hands on me and his mother and I both agreed at the same time if he come home with a whopped ass and he didn’t at least fight back he gone get another ass whooping when he get here and dropped his head and I told him it’s ok to be afraid to stand up to someone but don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself. 

I don’t care if you call me a nigger most all niggas I know is good people, I’m so glad Dr King and Nelson Mandela didn’t argue about being called a nigger but instead stood for their rights and the right of many not to be discriminated against simply because we are niggas. People like those are real village leaders and when people are frightenin by the notion of loosing power and control over population they will silence that person in order to strike fear in all those who wish to follow so we can continue to live in disruption against a word. I’m proud of my nigga DNA it’s the red blood that flows thru my body. Black, white, red, yellow, brown skin we all bleed red blood defining us all as niggers...

Anyway I went to the school bright and early this morning to talk with the principal of her assistant and they were both in a meeting but they both called and spoke with me about the incident. I wanted to meet with them in person to see if they feel it’s okay to slap someone and call them a nigger as if the slap was for being a nigger.

Anyways I spoke with the principal first and she was extremely friendly and assured me they had done everything they were supposed to so all her children are okay, she said I don’t want anything to happen to any of my children I take their welfare very serious and I believed her and she went on to tell me the child in question had been suspended from the bus that morning but had to catch a ride home from school on the bus and the I spoke with her assistant and she went in to tell me all my grandchildren were up playing and the oldest one slapped the youngest one in the face and the child in question stood up for the youngest child and slapped him in his face for slapping his younger brother...

Am I’m mad at this child for slapping him and calling him a nigga hell no...

Spare a chicken life today

Spare the life of that hen today and have food for tomorrow...

Why eat the chicken when the egg will do, or kill the cow when it can give you milk you can drink and use to make butter and cheese...

In da arms of safety

I don’t know about you but a gun has never made me feel as safe as the arms of my grandmother...

Is true a gun can shoot me down but in her arms it didn’t matter...

I miss my grandma like crazy she was always so loving and kind and patient with me even though the doctor told my mom that at the age of two I had a mental problem simply because I hated sleeping in a dark room alone...

Fake Friendship

Fake friends will hear ya woes and pray wit ya during your highs and lows so they can go tell their other friend, you know the one you don’t like because ya heard they don’t like you and you don’t knows why, you just heard from ya fake friend that person doesn’t like you...

Fake friends will be there on da front seat of your ride bumping to ya beat riding up all ya gas until ya car stop running. A fake friend will leave ya stranded side da road in da middle of da night in da middle of nowhere and want even try and send help and will doze back off to sleep and will tell you they thought you were playing...

A fake friend will eat ya food wear ya clothes drink ya beer smoke ya weed spend all ya money until the fridge get empty and the clothes mysteriously get bleached and da weed and beer run out and all da money spent up. And now you living in da streets. A fake friend will laugh at ya when they pass by wit they new fake friend pointing at ya, laughing when ya wave cause ya thought they were waving until ya realize they were pointing and laughing at ya. A fake friend will change their number so ya can quit calling ruining their day...

A fake friend will spend quality time with ya family, they will help ya babysit, do laundry, cook, help ya children wit homework run ya lover to work at seven am and come back to ya house and watch da children so ya can get some sleep. A fake friend willl drop you off at work at seven pm and swing by ya lovers job to give them a ride home so they can go to your house and put your children to bed so they can get in your bed and spoon and drool on your bed wit ya lover AND get a good night sleep from all that running around...

Fake friends will make you think they got ya back all while stabbing ya, fake friends will bring ya a huge plate full of all ya favorites cooked to perfection, best flavor ever from all da different shit in da food including shit and spit, rat poison and anti freeze and then they will visit ya daily in da hospital praying for ya recovery and will have a front row seat at ya funeral and will pass out on top of da coffin crying wit joy ya finally outta da way. 

Don’t worry about how much I smoke

Don’t worry about how much I smoke unless  put in on it...if a person not bothering you or anyone else and they minding their own business and you see them mining they own business in their own yard burning weed why do you feel the need to call twelve on’em...don’t you know weed smokers are the best neighbors to have...as long as you straight hell they straight, no need for twelve because it was only weed burning and no it is not a gateway drug to nothing else, people are willing to try things based on their own comfort level. And weed does not make a person paranoid it makes them think. Paranoid is when I’m afraid of my own thoughts that will lead to panic attacks. So now when I smoke weed I let my imagination run wild to try hard and help me to find my way back to not being afraid of death and it helps to calm me and help me to mind my own business... 

Hell I see more unreal horrific shit on tv, I don’t know about you but my tv more scary than anything I see...I am trying hard to spend more time outside and we should all do so especially if we have children out there playing and then something still can happen...

Weed has made a difference in my life but because I have to roll it in tobacco products or use a chemical based paper too roll with, my bronchial tubes are exposed to extremely high temperatures that are very irritating all while a person can legally buy Effexor to help them cope with depression and anxiety why can’t I grow my own THC and smoke it freely in a bong or a vape or anyway I choose. I’m not sure what the problem is. 

I’m not sure why it’s your got damn business anyway and yes I said got damn not sure why it’s inappropriate use of a big problem, spending way too much time in front of a television has caused many too loose touch with reality...reality for me is interaction with different people through my day and leaving home, not traveling really far but I have driven a ways to vacation and work as so do many others and we talk with people thru out the day. 

That’s not the case for many, their take on life come from the tv, many people take on life comes from another persons view point, many people life circles around the tv and church and the church teaches from the Bible which tells us we have no rights anyway and we are supposed to call the law on each other and a lot of people think they doing God a favor if they smell weed and call the police, but how many times do weed smokers call the police when they see you walking in with a bag of prescription drugs...