Thursday, August 13, 2015

njoy now before even more gone...

recent times, i learning plenty. wasn' looking for alla this, least not right now when i have so much work i want to make and for a change, have the resources i want to make it, but so it go, so it come, life happens, loss happens, life keep on happening, ent...not loving that all recent losses coming large+unexpected, human+emotional+otherwise, but tha's the learning coming, ent? and i cyah say the losses eh (thankfully) punctuated by my being my kinna productive plus able to treat myself to said resources plus some fun, including an njoy11, at looong last (pun so very deeply intended, as was this double entendre...teehee) so i'ma go with: cyah complain; engaging lessons learned 1time.
1major loss was information. while resource-poor (machine issues felt neverending for longer than i care to remember) i was saving links+ideas i wanted to investigate+explore further when capabilities permitted in a draft post; by the time this machine reach this year it had already been at least 2 so i been working through the years+ collection simplest 1st, just to get ting basic-archived asap. until the other day i accidentally lose the entire ting.
so right now i eh saving-for-later again; tabs hadda close so look ting, with nobody to study, no particular order, rhyme, reason, or apologies for whaever anybody else might think un/worthy:
because i need to read later, the pnm draft policy statement plus the word manifesto to make sure locating it easy...
kei miller on plagiarism in poetry; looting in laventille; carelessness in the caribbean.
excellently useful writing advice from chuck palahniuk, plus 2more links to batches of his essays on craft!
also been thinking 'bout how the way people[+netflix] watch[+thus make] tv changing with the advent of binge-watching, and how storytelling evolving, and/or need to...
this i link in spite of not being impressed with the article, because i just want access to the sharpest and most diamond-crustedly-expensive [+beautiful?] knife in the world...
and wrap with a buncha [music, yay!]links i manage to re[dis]cover post-loss, all of which come with warning that the reason they eh post previously is, i prefer to go through each in entirety to see if it worth posting 1st and these need time i eh have yet, but i refuse to risk losing them before i can check for value and/or other possible coolness; so from the vault of wha' the macomere gimme, it have oldschool trinbago funk+disco plus some random not-soca, vice's oral history of dubstep and a herbie hancock tribute mix...someting in there bound to tickle the senses, ent...
walk good.

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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

fff#66

finally. and in spite of taking forever to start, i thoroughly enjoy writing this flash fiction friday #66; trigger: …last two [people] [pronoun] ever expect…

the 1st time stush jump in the old sunny with me she get shake. i could see it had never occur to her. but then, why would it? and since nobody know us before bois+biggie buss on the scene, nobody know the true connection, she woulda only hear my name+rank, and wha’ everybody else know, fresh legend: bois+biggie tight like evostick from 1st time anybody make we out on the block; we come out cool, come up deadly, take we territory the oldfashion way, and if anybody was surprised to find he the brains and me the brawn, them soon find that division of labour play surprisingly successfully to my strengths. and after the way i eh hesitate to handle markie with my 3line the day he try to oppose my bois up covigne road…
that wasn’ the [only?] las’ time I shake stush neither. me eh know where/when/how bois find she but she come in when it was real pace and we had to be too many places same time to always roll together like we was accustom. so he fucking it a few weeks well and i know all about it but never see the gyal in person yet, when he ask me to pick she up westmoorings and bring she down by we so he could handle a scene meanwhile and not lose out on the bull later. when she open the car door asking, “biggie?”, and see me, to her credit, she was savvy enough to not visibly jump; bois done say biggie’s he right+lefthand both and always go with biggie, and i answering to that name and driving this vehicle; she know to trust.
and then i, personally, make it my business to earn her trust from that moment on.
nobody had reason to suspect me making nice; everybody know bois is my eyeball and if he on she, then i for that. plus, i sure them fools figure i was glad to have another female around sometimes…nobody never know me+bois’ true true connection…
nobody knowing we’s brother+sister mean they cyah guess the true depth of our commitment. and nobody knowing we grow up so, but not actual blood siblings mean they cyah fathom how i really feel ‘bout that gyal. or how i feel when i realise my bois fucking the ganja farmer daughter when he go tortuga every month. and why i decide to sellout my brother, my heart.
when bois tell me ‘bout stush, wasn’ no pretense. we know from jump what between us stay in we bedroom alone and in public we cast as strictly bredrins so he, especially, hadda bull outside, too; stush, and whoever else, was necessary from time to time. but bois keep the country-bookie secret from me. every month he gone tortuga overnight for business, leaving me, right+lefthand-both, running tings smooth but the rest of fellas only running their mouth ‘bout the pleasures of the farmer teenage daughter, reputedly force-ripe+rosy, and bored with nothing to do in the bush besides get high and scheme how to keep her clueless father convinced of her long-lost virginity until she could find a town badjohn brave enough to snatch she and control of the farm. so when after some months stush get suspicious and ask, woman to woman…i deflect, then deny, hem+haw appropriately, and eventually, reluctantly, spill.
and this the 1time she ever shake me. just for a minute. i tell stush about the country-bookie and how long it going on expecting she to get vex 1time because i know she on some bougie true-love-monogamy shit, but the gyal only look vex for a split second, then get quiet. she stare at the dashboard for the longest few minutes, then turn+watch me straight in my eye and ask, cool cool, you think you could get in touch with her for me? so i eh show no face and just ask why, and stush is to tell me she studying to give bois a 3some for he birthday and figuring maybe bring out the country-bookie for a weekend…
well, i believe that for a hot minute, my bois get through…but then study if he really safe with this gyal…but then with my intents+purposes i could just use she set-up to execute my plan before hers get chance to come off…
i make the arrangement; use stush 3some idea to inveigle contacts for contacts for contacts who could get me the country-bookie without bois knowing and i went+see she meself. wanted to see if she know my name, know bois’ other half. she didn't. talking her into the weekend+3some was suckeye; she was seeking new shenanigans to indulge and wanted to test the father.
i bring them 2gyal to my bois, and before any of the3 could say surprise i step to bois, draw my 3line between them and show him, you see how bitches plot behind your back? is only me watching it for you, babes…
i turn back to stush and the country-bookie and almost down the 3line to reach for my phone because they suddenly, suddenly so beautiful standing there, the las’ 2people you ever expect clinging to each other, discovering impending death brings strangers closer than any 3some ever could…

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