Diaspora

Lightning flashed. Beneath the boughs of the massive willow, the ground was as dry as indoors. For one instant, the space was vacant; empty of everything except pollen and dust motes. The next instant, the space fairly crackled with power.

Ananse tittered in that annoying, knowing laugh of hers.

'Is this it then?'

Outside of the protective canopy of the willow, the wind picked up. The storm was closing.

Manjack slipped into the relative silence of the space. He nodded to Jengu and gave a silent dap to Jim Crow.

'Wassup, Coyote! How you doin', Ananse?'

N/Dex cleared his throat.

'There are a couple more folks contacted. Give me a few more minutes and I can tell you all why I contacted you.'

Lightning flashed once more much closer.  Shango and Ogun pushed into the space beneath the willow. The smell of leather, metal, and ozone wafted from the two warriors. 

Thunder boomed. The storm was upon them. The wind gusted. 

Big Ajax was here. He walked in crackling with energy. 

Ananse smirked at the same time that Manjack cut his eyes at the shadows. psyqyq arrived in his customary fashion.

'You!' Ajax huffed, 'Who invited him?!?'

Though his espression remained blank and unchanged, psyqyq's air of bored readiness was palpable.

'Why are we here, Dex?'

N/Dex cleared his throat and began to speak. 

'We have all been raised to believe the air of this world... the atmosphere of this planet... is what made us as we are.

'In the interest of thorough research, I have been examining the Diasporan Artificial Intelligence logs.'

psyqyq smiled indulgently and prompted N/Dex to continue. 

'What did you discover, Dex?'

An image coalesced in the air before the collective group. 

'I discovered several lines of binary code embedded in a Comment. It could not have been accidental. None of the AI knew it was there. '

The image shifted to display a set of numbers. 

Ananse asked in a soft, threatening voice, 'And, well? Did you?'

Heads whipped to her and back to N/Dex in confusion. 

'The file says, "Call when you get this,"' N/Dex explained.

'Yes. Yes, I did,' continued N/Dex. 'I was instructed to invite you here.'

Observations on Futility

There are things to be said that can only properly be voiced by incarnations of psyqyq. Weird how I've built that mystique.

One of my ex-girlfriends once said, "If he can fuck you for two hours and not cum, then your pussy is trash." There's a certain wisdom in that.

#DoSomeKegels

By the way, "trash" is my new favorite pejorative adjective.

The Battle of the Sexes is STILL a waste of time.

BUT...

We ALL know there are some lame-assed muhfukkaz who should NEVER be allowed to skeet anywhere other than on their knuckles. What people never discuss is the number of women whose only claim to relevance is squeezing out a litter. That broad been dumb her whole life. How'd she get a voice in this conversation? She spelled her own kid's name wrong. Micheal? Mersaydes?

#GoSitDown

Summadeez dudes, though, are just dumb for no reason. Every big ass they come across (cum across?), and they are hollering,"Wifey!"

I guess that, if you're GOING to deal with a brand who's ugly on the inside, she needs to be cute/pretty/sexy on the outside. No sense putting up with her bullshit if she looks like Martin in drag.

You'd better make SANITY your criterion. you can only make a subjective judgement about that. But, at least you'll be in the ballpark of the madness that you can accept. THEN, be a better person than you were yesterday.

Meh! I'm leaving. This meandered a long way from where it started in my brain.

Containment Failure

My parents still just shake their heads at me. I don't think my siblings "get" me. Yet, the way my brain works is a constant source of amusement to me. I look back at things I've said and crack up laughing because I'm SUPPOSED to be more sophisticated than that.

"Her garters are about to suffer containment failure. Her booty is gonna sound like Donald Duck after a bee sting busting out of those straps."

I cannot stop laughing at that. When I look at the picture again, I see exactly what I meant, too. So, besides the expression, my perception amuses me. Self-awareness has its costs.

You're hitting it from the back and your song comes on. Then, right after the little pause, you spank all that ass and sing along, "Ssssmack my bitch up!" She turns and glares at you over her shoulder...and cums...hard.

#Feminism

Planet Apes

Sean P. ripped through this track like a shark rips through tuna.

RIP, bruh. Your talent and public persona is surely missed.

Noon Chuckas

You Disgust Me
Gangrene (Alchemist & Oh No The Disrupt)

[Verse 1: Oh No]

The pen is still soiled
I spill that oil like Penzoil
Then peel you like tin foil
The game has been spoiled
Call up that temp lawyer
Blame it on the sanity so they could get help for you
I play these bars over that burner
That lost soldier, that sober
That ogre, that boss told you
[?]
That sly niggas to loaned you
That rock and roll hall of fame material after I stone you
You a loner, I specialize in aromas
I let 'em sniff when I roll up a glimpse of that California
Then put 'em in that deep level of a coma
They rolling up on that zone
And see y'all don't want me ta chauffeur
And see y'all don't want me to show up
I come and fuck up your sofa
Bunch of little crumbs like I was dumping a toaster
Bunch of fucking bums chill with y'all heads post up
Before y'all roast up
We'll be there to get that Hope cut
Ayo, hold up
Sit yo' bitch ass down
Count this right here

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Alchemist]

Get money, fuck bitches
Turn knobs, touch switches
While I cut pies and serve dishes
Smell the scent from the kitchen, I'm on a mission
Keep the low from the toaster oven until it crispin'
Play the door while I perform, you collect admission
Needles skipping, the loop's on repetition
Palms itching, stand on the mound of dirt
Like a pitcher while I'm rubbing my money, grip is for friction
It's the bumbaclot rasta caucasian blowing wax
Limbs relax like a tropical vacation
See me in the public, same on the mini cam
Composed doctrine know it I'm Terry Lewis and Jimmy Jam
Rhythm and blues brothers
Flow through the gutter like used rubbers
Chain swinging like some Noon Chuckas
I'm a criminal advocate, money magnet
Saran wrap the work, you looking comfortable
Bagging it

[Verse 3: Oh No]

[Yeah!]
Under pressure, I'm a survivor
I could throw 'em a time or let 'em expire
Rocking a fresh J's, white Tee attire
With dirty Levis, nobody flier
They must have wings to achieve getting higher
Remember, y'all the customers and we the suppliers
Cause we distributing that high to the clients with an institute
We teaching the pilots how to fly it
See us broken down into a science, read the signs
It says it's full of chemicals inside it
Like cooking got it bubbling and frying
And it's only trouble cause you niggas know it's death defying
I bare hand scrap, trying rumble with a lion
And I'm an animal, who the fuck you eyin'
Cause you know we ain't buying it, we supplying it
Sending ships piratin’ while they riotin’
Aargh!

Top Ten - Logic & Big K.R.I.T.

Future Structural Engineers