Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
Inked out beautiful tatted angels exposing their human canvas revealing their individual expression for the world to witness. Art is truly in the eye of the beholder. Women who like pain… Priceless. Harlem Fetish: Inked Out Cup Cakes – My Adidas Harlem Fetish: Inked Out Cup Cakes – Beautiful Flower Harlem Fetish: Inked Out Cup Cakes – A
Young Women & Older Women Nah, nicca I’m an ole man. Getting money and having sex is everything. At this point and time what do I look like tryin to phuck wit a chick my age? That’s like forcing two fat people to be together. Have you ever seen two big people sit together in
The year that past retraced its steps… Welcome to the wonderful world of Grey where life is suspended and issues are placed into a microwave then dumped in a sink. Watch the dirty plates dance and wash themselves as the food circle around the drain only to later disappear then suddenly reappear on the
There’s never a wrong time for the right person. Asszilla Her dream was to have a wife and a husband. Since society isn’t ready for that kind of shyt she settled with just having a husband and a best friend, on the side. Brutha licked his lips and extended his olive branch to her then placed his order
Young man being married is overrated. Don’t be fooled and save yourself the trouble of finding out the hard way. Stay single for as long as possible and keep your money in your pocket. Save, invest, put it in an IRA and 401K account but don’t you ever put your money in the hands of
What’s My Name? You already know who she be. Dressed up, strapped up and tatted up. Girlfriend’s from the block. She could suck the guts out of a pickle, leave nothing but the skin, spit the seeds out and hold the rest in her mouth and wipe her chin. Bandana type wearin, homie she rocked
When she entered the main entrance lobby Brutha could smell her perfume before she walked into view. She hadn’t gotten around the corner before the hairs on the back of his neck stood on its end. The sound of her heels gently hitting across the marble floor revealed she was not a heavy chick, breaking
Occupationally speaking, what does your body crave? What would you truly enjoy doing if you lived in a world with no pressure, no great expectations or a hidden agenda? It is possible, maybe even to have a short life full of what you like doing than to endure a long insipid life perpetuating a certain
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 