Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
Happy Valentine Day! I place you inside a glass jar, add water and some fake snow, shake it, look at it and say, how beautiful. You deserve more than I can ever give. This picture represents and reflects your inner and outer beauty. You have a very special place in my heart. I look at
Boo Lovin Act 1 The scent of Egyptian Musk burns and fills the room. The sudsy water, the candles flicker as the bubbles danced. The vibration intensified Honey sounds became electric. (Oh, yes) Mommy’s stomach started contracting, Her legs spread open and began to shake. The first explosion erupted The magnificent and the beneficent unfold.
Alcohol and anger bring out the true individual. Both serve as a truth serum that has been tried and tested. Everyone has secrets and everyone is sorry about something. Piss them off and you’ll find out exactly what and who you’re dealing with. Brutha’s honest, open and transparent (H.O.T). The Monkey & The Great Banana
When she took off her wig and revealed her salt & pepper popcorn fro, the reality was clear for all to see but for only a few to know. Evan sat there embarrassed but went with the flow. That’s life in da ATL, enough money for the startup kit, with four more operations to go.
Brutha pours some Moe-wezy into two champagne glasses. For the chaser he then places a bottle of Patreeze on the counter to ride shotgun. She snacks on a bowl of Hersey covered strawberries, as the steamed aroma of fresh butter garlic shrimp in the kitchen waits. Happy Birthday! As Teena Marie’s song “My Body’s Hungry”
