The Jewel is Justice
I have been in club fights yet a bar fight at an old dock saloon is another thing.
And most muthjumpers out there just don’t have any hand skills. I’ll get to that later
though.
Most time we hear the word ‘justice’ in the context of a criminal being sentenced. If they get the type of punishment that we thought was appropriate then ‘justice’ was served. So we are often only seeing ‘justice’ as a punishment. Justice though is not just a penalty. It is also a reward. It is a measurement on how well you paid attention to your surroundings. Each penalty or reward will not be the same for each person. If my son went and took some money out of my wallet trust, he will get punished. Yet his punishment will be NOTHING compared to the unrelenting ass whooping that I will give an adult that dips in my stash! Being aware of my situation, weighing what I want out of life, and tallying up my resources I resolved on the boat to get the reward out there that had been waiting for me for so long.
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again
St. Matthew 7:1-2
People be taking the ‘you shouldn’t judge anybody to heart.’ (and yes NON-religious people this verse is the source of you saying ‘people shouldn’t judge anybody.’). People judge people all of the time. When you choose which of your friends to ‘hang out with’ you have made a JUDGEMENT CALL. When you decide that you aren’t going to go out on a date with a certain person that is a JUDGEMENT CALL. When you say, I don’t agree with x, y, or z that is a JUDGEMENT CALL. It’s the other part of the verse that people don’t digest. I judge people all of the time..so what. If I don’t like something about you I don’t want you around my son..catch feelings if you have to. And often time when people get upset about the people whom I made judgement calls on they come back to me later cause they had to go through a funked up lesson to find out WHAT I TOLD THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. Take the second part of the verse,”,,,,,,,,,” It just means that what you call someone out on you’ll be called out on if you get caught doing it. So if you are saying don’t eat pork don’t go and get caught with some bacon in your mouth. So yeah I judge AND I accept that people judge me cause I KNOW what the verdict will be.
And my judgement on some of my shipmates is that they were drunken bastards who just didn’t have any hand skills. Yet they would get into fights. You know the type who always use that tired excuse “you should have my back no matter what.” WTF?? No YOU should use your intelligence and not get into f*cked up situations all of the time. Sometimes YOU are the one who is wrong and you need to take that ‘beating’ so that you will start using your damn brain. Take responsibilities for YOUR actions AND take the penalty.
I also see how port cities are just like the ‘other side of the railroad track.’ All of the ‘outcasts of society’ seemed to make their way down to the docks. I had to constantly remind a lot of the crew who went to drink on land that they didn’t want to become a bad episode of Law and Order. The ‘dregs’ of society up in the bar and here I was with some starry eyed kids who just wanted to get drunk.
As another aside a port city is a trading post. It allows a lot of different types of peoples to come together and interact and barter. It allows for lawful exchange and unlawful exchange. Now at one port I saw the BIGGEST rat that I’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve been to some parts of NYC where they had ‘fat rats’ who definitely needed to be on Jenny Craig. Yet this rat looked like it was walking up in Starbucks and drinking quarts of mocha, loca, frapalapas. Believe me when I say that it looked like a small dog. The sound it made was like a small pony wheezing (yes…I know what that sounds like…another story).
I mostly kept to myself while on board. I was there for different reasons then the majority of the crew. Sometimes though I would journey with them to shore and relax in a pup. Now those whom grew up in the inner city or are familiar on any level with the general ‘art of war’ know that there are somethings that you automatically do when you enter in an unfamiliar place. You do the knowledge to the exits, you position yourself so that you can see the entrance, you position yourself so that no one can sneak up behind you, you don’t get drunk, etc. When we walked into this particular bar I was like…damn. I mean it would be no thing if I was in there with my boys yet this placed smelled like trouble. What was ‘funny’ though was that the crew was just clueless. The only dude whom trusted under these conditions was the 2nd chef whom was this black muslim dude (Kareem PEACE) whom I rolled with. He was near my age and was also from CT. Most importantly he had common sense. Now amongst the others whom we were rolling with was this one dude from some backwater town in Maine who couldn’t hold his liquor, the metro undercover dude that I talked about in my last post, a confused Spanish lush lady, and a dude from FL who we all didn’t like because he was just damn lazy.
Drunk Maine dude started to try to kick it to some dudette in the bar. Dummy didn’t realize that her boyfriend had just went to the bathroom. From there it was on. All I saw was a bottle crack the back of his head and him being stunned that he was bleeding. Before he got cracked by another me and Kareem were working to move them out of the bar…stupid skcuf wanted to stay and fight. So we were literally in the middle of the two groups; pushing one group out the door while trading blows with the other group. Fortunately the dumb shipmates started to run back to the ship because Kareem and myself were nice yet we didn’t know what else that they had. Knives and chains are so ‘out of style’ and I haven’t yet mastered the art of catching a bullet. They were respecting though the steel arms and puppy dog walk techniques. And I am sure that I performed dentist routines on more then one of them. When we got back to the boat I told them that next time I would let justice be served. Needless to say, they watched their steps in regards to bars from then on in.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Running Away
Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitude.
That’s because people have a messed up view on what freedom is. They ‘think’ that freedom just means that they can do what they want to do outside of rules (standards) and regulations (maintenance routines). That ain’t freedom because half the times they end up just doing what the majority of the society is doing. They ‘think’ they are free yet when you look at their record they end up doing what every one else is doing.
What they are really doing is called caprice. Caprice is an impulsive seemingly unmotivated (having no rational foundation) notion or action. It is unpredictable or sudden change or series of changes. To deal with freedom you have to be a freethinker. This means that one is using reason and rational enquiry. If you are ‘scared’ to have your ideas challenged, get emotional when the Truth is pointed out, or for some reason think you have to ‘go through’ something to understand it then you aren’t a freethinker.
You can’t run away from problems. You can’t ignore issues. That is mental debris that one has to, sooner or later, deal with. So let me be clear…..
Getting on the boat wasn’t freedom. Working through problems and issues was the Freedom. In the context of the 12 jewels Freedom is between Understanding and Justice. You have to comprehend what your issues are in order to free your mental dome. When this is done the PROOF is that you will receive a great reward. If you are receiving penalties guess what..you ain’t dealing with Freedom.
Some want a ‘quick rub on the genii bottle’ solution to all of their woes. They neglect to even consider that a lot of their situations came about through years, months, and days of neglect. So instead of changing their bad habits they just keep getting into a pattern of looking after an elusive ‘quick fix.’
In order to clear up debt they look for fast money (fast money->fast life->the ugly side of life) instead of proper planning. In order to deal with their weight issue they get the latest diet book instead of getting off the fast food and eating the right foods.
A big part of Freedom is just letting go of things that weigh you down. I got to do a lot of that on the seas because frankly there wasn’t that much time to be worrying about things that were at a distance. I also got to learn a lot of things to help with providing physical freedom (i.e. stress free living) to my body.
What up Jenny La La..lol. Jenny was an Inuit from Quebec. She was working on the cruise. At first I entered on the boat with an immense amount of stress locked into my body. Also, when learning how to utilize certain machines on the boat I was locking more stress into my body. Jenny showed me an ill acupressure technique that involved utilizing small pebbles to remove stress from key pressure points on the body. At the same time she reminded me of the pranayama techniques that I had ‘put to the side.’ The boat was the perfect spot to reorient myself with these techniques. The routine allowed me to basically ‘program’ them into my daily operations again. That’s freedom of the physical body.
JoeJoe, was another indigenous brother on the boat. By the way we started our tour in Maine. I was surprised by the amount of aboriginal peoples in Maine. By speaking with them during short landings and Building with those on board I found out that a lot of the Native nations just retreated into the wild where the colonizers were afraid to go. They survived until the present day. In fact I was surprised by the number of islands off the coast of Maine and along the routes that we traveled. It was literally like 1000 islands. JoeJoe is Algonquin. I built with him a lot. He taught me a lot about just general wilderness survival. He showed me which flowers were edible, how one could chew on bark to extract water if one couldn’t find a clean source and he taught me how if you boil poison ivy you could eat it (the toxin is in the oily residue). That’s how one can move free on land.
There were also people on the boat that were in mad denial. There was this one ‘dude’ who was massively “metro”. He was trying to be a lady’s man on the boat. It was quite humorous to watch him try to ‘do his thing.’ Anyway, we were docked one night in NYC on the Chelsea side. Everyone basically went out that night. When we all came back we just sat up in the dining room talking. He went on to state how he was followed by a gay guy from a corner store. He couldn’t understand why the guy picked him to follow and hit on. Then he followed that story by telling us that he bought a watch pair from Times Square. It was a man and woman pair. He then said…and I quote..”I don’t care I’ll wear either one.” Dude you ain’t metrosexual you’re just gay…get over it. Free yourself from that lie, dude. You are not a lady’s man.
Regarding the statue of liberty (Freedom)
The black press championed the French-American project; and African Americans contributed to the pedestal fund, participated in the public celebrations for it’s unveiling in New York City and conducted their own. Blacks were among the immigrants whose first sight of the United States was the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor. In the early 20th century, African Americans died because of the perverse appropriation of the statue’s symbolism by white racists. They were targeted by and responded to the government’s Liberty bond campaign during World War I.
How many of y’all remember the movies or read 1001 nights and the story of Sinbad the Sailor? It’s about a man finding his way in that world through the freedom of sea voyage.
Our tour took us from north (Maine) to south (FL). Within the 3 months I traveled from Maine to S.C. We were on the Hudson River about a month. When we would finish our week tours during the Hudson River excursions we would dock in NYC and always come by the Statue of Liberty. Coming into NYC during these times was like ‘freedom’ for a lot of the other ship mates who came from ‘small towns.’ I’m like…hey y’all…that’s just caprice. Just like all of those people partying on the Hooters II ( a boat in dock in Martha’s Vineyard) when I came on board during one of our nights off I got to party on that boat. It was a whole host of spoiled rich brats (yeah I said it). They had no clue on how I could have fun and yet still rock a lot of control. It’s because I was free. Not a slave to anything.
That’s because people have a messed up view on what freedom is. They ‘think’ that freedom just means that they can do what they want to do outside of rules (standards) and regulations (maintenance routines). That ain’t freedom because half the times they end up just doing what the majority of the society is doing. They ‘think’ they are free yet when you look at their record they end up doing what every one else is doing.
What they are really doing is called caprice. Caprice is an impulsive seemingly unmotivated (having no rational foundation) notion or action. It is unpredictable or sudden change or series of changes. To deal with freedom you have to be a freethinker. This means that one is using reason and rational enquiry. If you are ‘scared’ to have your ideas challenged, get emotional when the Truth is pointed out, or for some reason think you have to ‘go through’ something to understand it then you aren’t a freethinker.
You can’t run away from problems. You can’t ignore issues. That is mental debris that one has to, sooner or later, deal with. So let me be clear…..
Getting on the boat wasn’t freedom. Working through problems and issues was the Freedom. In the context of the 12 jewels Freedom is between Understanding and Justice. You have to comprehend what your issues are in order to free your mental dome. When this is done the PROOF is that you will receive a great reward. If you are receiving penalties guess what..you ain’t dealing with Freedom.
Some want a ‘quick rub on the genii bottle’ solution to all of their woes. They neglect to even consider that a lot of their situations came about through years, months, and days of neglect. So instead of changing their bad habits they just keep getting into a pattern of looking after an elusive ‘quick fix.’
In order to clear up debt they look for fast money (fast money->fast life->the ugly side of life) instead of proper planning. In order to deal with their weight issue they get the latest diet book instead of getting off the fast food and eating the right foods.
A big part of Freedom is just letting go of things that weigh you down. I got to do a lot of that on the seas because frankly there wasn’t that much time to be worrying about things that were at a distance. I also got to learn a lot of things to help with providing physical freedom (i.e. stress free living) to my body.
What up Jenny La La..lol. Jenny was an Inuit from Quebec. She was working on the cruise. At first I entered on the boat with an immense amount of stress locked into my body. Also, when learning how to utilize certain machines on the boat I was locking more stress into my body. Jenny showed me an ill acupressure technique that involved utilizing small pebbles to remove stress from key pressure points on the body. At the same time she reminded me of the pranayama techniques that I had ‘put to the side.’ The boat was the perfect spot to reorient myself with these techniques. The routine allowed me to basically ‘program’ them into my daily operations again. That’s freedom of the physical body.
JoeJoe, was another indigenous brother on the boat. By the way we started our tour in Maine. I was surprised by the amount of aboriginal peoples in Maine. By speaking with them during short landings and Building with those on board I found out that a lot of the Native nations just retreated into the wild where the colonizers were afraid to go. They survived until the present day. In fact I was surprised by the number of islands off the coast of Maine and along the routes that we traveled. It was literally like 1000 islands. JoeJoe is Algonquin. I built with him a lot. He taught me a lot about just general wilderness survival. He showed me which flowers were edible, how one could chew on bark to extract water if one couldn’t find a clean source and he taught me how if you boil poison ivy you could eat it (the toxin is in the oily residue). That’s how one can move free on land.
There were also people on the boat that were in mad denial. There was this one ‘dude’ who was massively “metro”. He was trying to be a lady’s man on the boat. It was quite humorous to watch him try to ‘do his thing.’ Anyway, we were docked one night in NYC on the Chelsea side. Everyone basically went out that night. When we all came back we just sat up in the dining room talking. He went on to state how he was followed by a gay guy from a corner store. He couldn’t understand why the guy picked him to follow and hit on. Then he followed that story by telling us that he bought a watch pair from Times Square. It was a man and woman pair. He then said…and I quote..”I don’t care I’ll wear either one.” Dude you ain’t metrosexual you’re just gay…get over it. Free yourself from that lie, dude. You are not a lady’s man.
Regarding the statue of liberty (Freedom)
The black press championed the French-American project; and African Americans contributed to the pedestal fund, participated in the public celebrations for it’s unveiling in New York City and conducted their own. Blacks were among the immigrants whose first sight of the United States was the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor. In the early 20th century, African Americans died because of the perverse appropriation of the statue’s symbolism by white racists. They were targeted by and responded to the government’s Liberty bond campaign during World War I.
How many of y’all remember the movies or read 1001 nights and the story of Sinbad the Sailor? It’s about a man finding his way in that world through the freedom of sea voyage.
Our tour took us from north (Maine) to south (FL). Within the 3 months I traveled from Maine to S.C. We were on the Hudson River about a month. When we would finish our week tours during the Hudson River excursions we would dock in NYC and always come by the Statue of Liberty. Coming into NYC during these times was like ‘freedom’ for a lot of the other ship mates who came from ‘small towns.’ I’m like…hey y’all…that’s just caprice. Just like all of those people partying on the Hooters II ( a boat in dock in Martha’s Vineyard) when I came on board during one of our nights off I got to party on that boat. It was a whole host of spoiled rich brats (yeah I said it). They had no clue on how I could have fun and yet still rock a lot of control. It’s because I was free. Not a slave to anything.
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Girls gone....
*The Jewel is Understanding
It is easy to get clarity when there is nothing else to see. I mean I left practically everything behind. I see why those dudes locked up in white padded rooms go ‘crazy’. It’s easy. You have only yourself to deal with and ironically you get used to listening to other things that your own voice sounds foreign. Sometimes you have to put yourself in the position so that you only can focus on self. That is a wise move. It will bring forth an Understanding (Wisdom Knowledge all being Born to Understanding) which is a conclusion, comprehension, insight, a view, an estimate.
It is important to see who you are in the context of the Universe. I am the sun. It doesn’t benefit me if I ‘play’ at being another planet, comet or moon. Once I determine who I am then I know how to relate to every other celestial object in the Universe. Plain and simple man is man, woman is woman, and child is child. You can view people entering into other coordinates and actually manifesting some of the qualities of that coordinate yet in the long term you will see that they don’t internally have those qualities by nature. Something will happen because of playing the wrong position: bitterness, anger, anxiety, boys/girls not knowing what it is to be a man/woman, regret, etc.
Hey Buddy, WTF does this have to do with traveling on the sea??!!! You know what it has EVERYTHING to do with and just cause you can’t SEE it…well…get a clue man get a clue. Let me draw a connection for you.
You were working in a confined area, the dimensions of the ship. Due to your schedule you only get a little while off of the boat. For me this was the environment that I wanted because I wanted to work at the least amount of distractions. I also knew that Understanding comes in time. So I wasn’t expecting an ‘instant revelation’ to hit me. I knew that I had to be the primary initiator of observation of self in order to get the best part of my various thoughts.
Some others sought Understanding through other means. One of these means was chemical stimulation. Let me present the following personal ‘standards’:
*I’m righteous not holy. I myself have indulged in chemical stimulation.
*With that said all chemical stimulation isn’t equal, a cup of coffee isn’t a shot of vodka, weed ain’t heroin, and an antihistamine ain’t oxycontin.
*a lot of chemical stimulation accents aspects of a person that they hide. It is an interesting dynamic to witness. Yes, there is a reason that many works of art is fueled from said stimulation.
With the above said I have never seen as many chemically stimulated women as I saw on the boat. Also, just in my travels across the planet I have been in the presence of said women. Here are my observations (at home and abroad) of said women. (now don’t get mad if you see yourself in here):
Girls Gone Hygh, Tweaked, Drunk, Clear, Elevated and Relaxed
Euforia Aieleen
This is that ecstasy chic. She’s mad open, touchy feely, lookin mad goofy happy. She touchy feely so of course the sex will be enhanced on her end. Here’s the problem though…she’s like this with EVERYBODY. If a chic is all over you like comfortable scarf that’s all Bruce Lee (slang meaning hella cool). Yet when she is smiling all up in the face of the whole party, even that ugly wart laden smelly doorman then it ain’t sexy and damn…she can’t even bring sexy back after that point.
Zona Zombia
This is that crack chic. A rare breed in this day and time. Basically what I have to say about her I wrote about here.
Tina Testy
This is that cocaine, white lady mistress chic. Overtime her whole physical is going to deteriorate from using this stuff. As it is now she always has head colds and is finger checking her nose as if she has boogers or something. When she does stop sniffing to have sex she doesn’t ever want to pause (I’ve heard the same thing about the Road Runner babes (speed chics)). What really skcuf with you is that her eyes bounce around all of the time like ping pong balls and she talks TOO DAMN MUCH. Tina shut the kcuf up..please..now..not later…now..please.
Bebe’ Char
She’s that undead from antiquity. She sips heroin. It may be through little snake bites in her arm or through poisoned clouds. To top it off she drinks that ‘purple’ or ‘lean’ (codine and soda pop) that glazes her whole demeanor. At first you may be tricked into the allure of her dreamy movements then you’ll realize that they are just a hair breath away from a nightmare.
Dusty Darla
She does that hillbilly heroin, Oxycontin. In my experience she is and classifies herself as trailer trash. She’s sucking on Marlboros, thinks the confederate flag is a knitting pattern, and her car smells of stale beer. She’s a rubber band. Her muscles cannot support her frame. At this point all she is good for is decoration for your blanket. Put her over it so that the blanket doesn’t move and go back and enjoy the party.
Indonesia Ahltyme Hygh
That’s Chronic Carla, Mary Jane, Ganja Jewel, etc. We be mad acquainted. This woman is often caught in a dream time walking euphoria, experiencing time dilations, has dreamy eyes, and is making random connections that ends for pleasant conversation. That is if she knows her limit and doesn’t become the star in some paranoid thriller conspiracy flick. She shares on many levels and that sharing can be intimate if she trusted you in the first place to be around her when she entered into that astral space.
Ecchi Ayeesha
Wine Connoisseur. Even if she downs it with impunity. She feels the river of blood in her veins and every tributary that hollers out her elegant felinity. She wraps you in the rush of her tantric scent. That is…if she doesn’t just become Inez.
Inebri Inez
Beer drinker. She’s doing it just to get drunk. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Oftentimes she just becomes a drunkard and tries to make it sound like a virtue. You’re a drunk Inez; arrogant, loud, nasty, and the furthest thing from attractive…go vomit.
Judith Twilight
This is that sake’ drinker. Each swallow is liquid literary poetry that she whispers back in nighttime conversations. Ain’t no other way to say it. She’s just smooth. Each dip becomes a salsa note. Each glance luna bright.
Satori Sara
She drops xanax in order to escape the ills of the world. She has an ill balance where there is no panic. No confusion. When you have sex you are playing with an angel. Yet the key in all of this is for her to recognize where the xanax has brought her to so that she can go there on her own. If she doesn’t learn this lesson then that key of xanax no longer is the key to Nirvana it is the key to Naraka.
Stay tuned for more of the ‘don’t rock the boat’ series as it continues.
It is easy to get clarity when there is nothing else to see. I mean I left practically everything behind. I see why those dudes locked up in white padded rooms go ‘crazy’. It’s easy. You have only yourself to deal with and ironically you get used to listening to other things that your own voice sounds foreign. Sometimes you have to put yourself in the position so that you only can focus on self. That is a wise move. It will bring forth an Understanding (Wisdom Knowledge all being Born to Understanding) which is a conclusion, comprehension, insight, a view, an estimate.
It is important to see who you are in the context of the Universe. I am the sun. It doesn’t benefit me if I ‘play’ at being another planet, comet or moon. Once I determine who I am then I know how to relate to every other celestial object in the Universe. Plain and simple man is man, woman is woman, and child is child. You can view people entering into other coordinates and actually manifesting some of the qualities of that coordinate yet in the long term you will see that they don’t internally have those qualities by nature. Something will happen because of playing the wrong position: bitterness, anger, anxiety, boys/girls not knowing what it is to be a man/woman, regret, etc.
Hey Buddy, WTF does this have to do with traveling on the sea??!!! You know what it has EVERYTHING to do with and just cause you can’t SEE it…well…get a clue man get a clue. Let me draw a connection for you.
You were working in a confined area, the dimensions of the ship. Due to your schedule you only get a little while off of the boat. For me this was the environment that I wanted because I wanted to work at the least amount of distractions. I also knew that Understanding comes in time. So I wasn’t expecting an ‘instant revelation’ to hit me. I knew that I had to be the primary initiator of observation of self in order to get the best part of my various thoughts.
Some others sought Understanding through other means. One of these means was chemical stimulation. Let me present the following personal ‘standards’:
*I’m righteous not holy. I myself have indulged in chemical stimulation.
*With that said all chemical stimulation isn’t equal, a cup of coffee isn’t a shot of vodka, weed ain’t heroin, and an antihistamine ain’t oxycontin.
*a lot of chemical stimulation accents aspects of a person that they hide. It is an interesting dynamic to witness. Yes, there is a reason that many works of art is fueled from said stimulation.
With the above said I have never seen as many chemically stimulated women as I saw on the boat. Also, just in my travels across the planet I have been in the presence of said women. Here are my observations (at home and abroad) of said women. (now don’t get mad if you see yourself in here):
Girls Gone Hygh, Tweaked, Drunk, Clear, Elevated and Relaxed
Euforia Aieleen
This is that ecstasy chic. She’s mad open, touchy feely, lookin mad goofy happy. She touchy feely so of course the sex will be enhanced on her end. Here’s the problem though…she’s like this with EVERYBODY. If a chic is all over you like comfortable scarf that’s all Bruce Lee (slang meaning hella cool). Yet when she is smiling all up in the face of the whole party, even that ugly wart laden smelly doorman then it ain’t sexy and damn…she can’t even bring sexy back after that point.
Zona Zombia
This is that crack chic. A rare breed in this day and time. Basically what I have to say about her I wrote about here.
Tina Testy
This is that cocaine, white lady mistress chic. Overtime her whole physical is going to deteriorate from using this stuff. As it is now she always has head colds and is finger checking her nose as if she has boogers or something. When she does stop sniffing to have sex she doesn’t ever want to pause (I’ve heard the same thing about the Road Runner babes (speed chics)). What really skcuf with you is that her eyes bounce around all of the time like ping pong balls and she talks TOO DAMN MUCH. Tina shut the kcuf up..please..now..not later…now..please.
Bebe’ Char
She’s that undead from antiquity. She sips heroin. It may be through little snake bites in her arm or through poisoned clouds. To top it off she drinks that ‘purple’ or ‘lean’ (codine and soda pop) that glazes her whole demeanor. At first you may be tricked into the allure of her dreamy movements then you’ll realize that they are just a hair breath away from a nightmare.
Dusty Darla
She does that hillbilly heroin, Oxycontin. In my experience she is and classifies herself as trailer trash. She’s sucking on Marlboros, thinks the confederate flag is a knitting pattern, and her car smells of stale beer. She’s a rubber band. Her muscles cannot support her frame. At this point all she is good for is decoration for your blanket. Put her over it so that the blanket doesn’t move and go back and enjoy the party.
Indonesia Ahltyme Hygh
That’s Chronic Carla, Mary Jane, Ganja Jewel, etc. We be mad acquainted. This woman is often caught in a dream time walking euphoria, experiencing time dilations, has dreamy eyes, and is making random connections that ends for pleasant conversation. That is if she knows her limit and doesn’t become the star in some paranoid thriller conspiracy flick. She shares on many levels and that sharing can be intimate if she trusted you in the first place to be around her when she entered into that astral space.
Ecchi Ayeesha
Wine Connoisseur. Even if she downs it with impunity. She feels the river of blood in her veins and every tributary that hollers out her elegant felinity. She wraps you in the rush of her tantric scent. That is…if she doesn’t just become Inez.
Inebri Inez
Beer drinker. She’s doing it just to get drunk. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Oftentimes she just becomes a drunkard and tries to make it sound like a virtue. You’re a drunk Inez; arrogant, loud, nasty, and the furthest thing from attractive…go vomit.
Judith Twilight
This is that sake’ drinker. Each swallow is liquid literary poetry that she whispers back in nighttime conversations. Ain’t no other way to say it. She’s just smooth. Each dip becomes a salsa note. Each glance luna bright.
Satori Sara
She drops xanax in order to escape the ills of the world. She has an ill balance where there is no panic. No confusion. When you have sex you are playing with an angel. Yet the key in all of this is for her to recognize where the xanax has brought her to so that she can go there on her own. If she doesn’t learn this lesson then that key of xanax no longer is the key to Nirvana it is the key to Naraka.
Stay tuned for more of the ‘don’t rock the boat’ series as it continues.
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