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Alicia why is it me that notices you. Why? I can’t seem to get you out of my head. Is it me that confines me to a ghetto of love unrequited. That statement could be in one of your songs. I do love you but I am not allowed because you are a star. I don’t care about that, your life and love is too strong for me to resist. Hey you are beautiful and good looking and I know you won’t like the comparison but Beyonce would to have to lose her pretentions to keep up you. It is an intellectual world at the present and I don’t where my next meal is going to come from if I don’t write . I love writing so much that I have designed myself a blog to talk to world about my pretensions. I am individual as well as a team player and would like you to be part of my team. What could we offer each other? Babies. What?  don’t you like the idea. You don’t even know me. Yep too right. Read my blog it is outrageous. Let me start with a scenario of what our relationship would be. I just come from work: “Alicia my love!” You get of the piano. “What do you want” “Hey, baby   its kind of lonely out there missing you honey” You walk back to your piano “your disturbing me go cook the spaghetti, hear?.” “But, Alicia baby I can’t cook spaghetti”  “Hell! Do you want me to do every thing.” “No, but I expect a kiss from my baby to tell me everything is alright” “Yeah? Well go ride a mule and yerk on that I didn’t marry you to become your wife. I married you for explosive sex, man. Where Is that man. All you do is write books about what you’d like to do with ladies pussies. Call yourself a writer, shit. I can write those pussy novels too. Obviously you don’t listen to my songs husband.” “I have heard girlfriend.” “Right…right…right…I think you need a divorce not a wife.” “Alicia my baby can I take a rain check on that?you see Alicia love is strange for all of us, but for you and me and it is nigh impossible. You’re a hip hop star and I don’t like naked woman gyrating with big asses all over  my face on a video. I like to keep it priiiiiivate. No man, I aint a hussy I am the genuine brat. Don’t fake it with me now bitch.”

Reika was not at all what I anticipated. She was tall for a Japanese and her cold eyes suited that deep throaty and luscious vioce she flung my way. “Hi, I am Reika…” she introduced herself, holding out her delicate brown hands. I shook her hands and took out a cigarette from my Mild Seven box. I offered it to her. I knew she wouldn’t refuse and of course she didn’t. We started walking. Reika had  a smile on her face. It was just a small one. “Do you know I am a virgin?” She asked me taking up my arm and slipping her arms under mine till we hooked up like a couple ambling out on the town. This is a very happy person I thought. “Facebook is good isn’t it?” She said kissing me on the cheek. “Well,” I thought “what’s going on here?” We’ve only just met for the first ime and this young girl  is placing so much trust in me. It felt kind of flattering. I thought I might as well ditch the idea of lunch and mochas at Friedlands the local cafe and head straight to my flat where  I could talk to this girl properly. I needed to find out why she liked me so much. Well, at least why she felt so comfortable around me. “Lucas, is that your real name or facebook name? I really like it. I can say it all day. Are you going to take me to a cafe?” I was absorbed with this girl, man. She was so beautiful. Her face was very honest and her attitude was refreshing. I answered her candidly. ” Well, originally that was my idea, but since I only live up the street, I thought you might like to chill at my house. Well, its a flat actually. I think in Japan you say apartment.” She smiled a cherubin smile and cried out “I love men like you…I love men like you. Lucas can I ask a question?” I found myself spontaneously kissing her face. “Go ahead” She made both of us suddenly stop in the middle of the kerb, a few feet from where I lived. “How old are you really?” I looked back into her deep searching eyes and told her the truth. “Thirty-five.” She laughed out loud bending herself double. “Hahaha…I thought you were the same age as me twenty-one. I love you still though. You said you were an artist when we talked on facebook. Is that a lie, Lucas?” I liked this girl, but something weird was happening to me as I put the key into the lock of my door. I was falling in love. It was deep. I don’t know how Reika felt, she just seemed drank on herself and her experience- me. “Is this your house? It is tall. I am impressed. I am coming in with one warning. When you take my clothes off make sure you put them in a neat pile next to the bed.”  I thought “Hell, she’s too forward.” So the next thing  I said was “Do you always treat new people you meet with so much openness?” Reika looked at me perplexed “Are you complaining. I am beautiful you know. Young. What you have is luck. No one can love you like me. I am in love. I saw you and fell in love now is the big ticket for the show. You’re going to make love to me and I will enjoy it.” with that I kissed her full lips and we entered the flat whereupon I closed the door to the world.

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The day I saw Kieko cry I knew I had done wrong. Man! it hurt me. I couldn’t take it. ” What the fuck!” she shouted. Yep I thought here it comes. Here It comes. ” fuck you! ” She shouted again ” fuck you! ” She was right.I was a bastard a severe bastard. Kieko knew me I couldn’t lie. I had to admit it I had done wrong. Fucking her best friend Hiroko was not a good idea but it was one of those nights. Hiriko had been turning me on all night. What could I do? ” Stop your fucking self! ” Kieko shouted, “Stop your fucking self bitch.” I knew she was right but then again sex with a beautiful woman is everyones dream. I had two beautiful women and I couldn’t refuse. “ O.K ” she said ” Sit down. ” I smiled like a nerd. ” Why? ” She said crying. ” Look, ” I said ” Its not like I loved her or somethin. ” she headbutted me ” WHAT DO YOU MEAN? ” She shouted ” You fuck! “   She run to the kitchen and brought out a knife. ” Its you or me  ” She shouted and she began cutting herself. Then she dropped the knife and rushed out into the drive were the car was parked and got into the passenger seat. She just sat there looking at herself. She looked real cool. ” Do you  love me ? ” She said and then called me with her arms towards her. We hugged and then I got in the car and took her to a fish restaurant for sushi. We got to the restaurant at the bottom of our street called Akasaka and she kicked the table out of place. ” Waiter! ” She shouted ” Fuck this man!” I lowered my face to laugh. She slapped me. ” You fuck! ” She screamed” You Fuck . This is serious I am hurt…don’t laugh at me…this is seious…YOU FUCKED MY FRIEND HIROKO! ” Everyone in the restaurant lifted up there heads from their food. I got up and walked out of the restaurant. Kieko took of her bra top and flung it on the floor of the restaurant. ” Look at my boobs! ” She shouted at the restauranteurs. I walked back in and picked her up and took her to the car were I flung her in and drove straight back home with her shouting obscenities in the back. ” WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? JZ? ” I laughed. A gangster rapper? Thats not JZ or me…silly Jap shit.

There are reasons for believing, I know there are. I believe therefore you must…I know you must. You can’t do anything else in this position. People die everyday and no disbelief is natural to those who don’t fear the consequence of their actions. Black people suffered years of slavery in silence and also years of social and civil abuse in violence. What could they do? In slavery they were whipped and killed much like the Palestinian girl killed and  left to rot in a Palestinian village by Jewish Isreali soldiers and warplanes in a war created by similar minded people that did not care if  a black child was left dying of thirst as long as she fetched a good price at market. People are people and the dignity of the oppressed is not marked in any case by the poverty of the minds of the oppressors who have no Law to uphold but the Law of violence and perpitude. In Palestinian, some use the word Isreal, we have a position whereby people are being killed because basically a story book proclaims that a kind has a right to a land, which it possibly cannot own, because it is called Jew. The land is called Palestine and the children that these Jews kill everyday in lust of wanton and unbridled brutality are the owners and proclaimers. The gruesome death shown atop in the image that should shock the world is of a child that is poor made poor by the reckless adventure of vile militant racist who call even the rightful Presdent of America, brownskinned he maybe, a monkey. These people on the one hand are killing Palestinians as Nazis did them yet proclaiming themselves as the eternal sufferers of the world above blacks, Vietnamese, Japanese, Indians and coolie Chinese. Even nomad Arabs. What can we do if the world of right chooses wrong? We are not wrong. We can see. Arabs love water, women love wine, men like to watch women’s underwear dry why is Isreal intent on wiping out every Palestinian in his or her home and school just to show God loves materialist. We don’t love materialist we love spiritualism and that is fine for us  because we all may die, but the path laid down by God will not be for Isreal but Isreal’s ruler- the Devil. The child aboves death is for every innocent child worsened by the devils wrong doers the western powers that support the maliciousness of Isreal and its pernicious lobbyists in the US Senate that would shoot a black man for having a white baby.

The issue of black beauty is never in doubt. I know you people will complain about my use of brown but it is time to move on. Brown is what we are looking at. Is Rihanna not brown? she is gorgeous? Beautiful? Call it strange, but no white  woman can match her and that is why I am hurting. They are using her to push every white publication in the world. I know it is pushing up her profile, but has brown become the new white? I think so. Black people used to be ugly until Diana Ross married a white man, then black came in vogue for a period to sprout up a burgeoning rise in mix race children of talented black woman whilst black men were working hard to keep the industries of Art, Fashion, Media, and Music thriving. At the same time fending of parasitical white woman who wanted their talents for their children, themselves, their communities and their external world entities. None of these chocalate coloured whities ever came back into the community of black power as own. We lost out there. Now Rihanna and beautiful Brown flowers like herself in music, art, fashion ( and I am including  Naomi Campbell in this ) and film are beeen marketed ever so sleathly by white media as playgrounds for white things.I don’t think so. Rihanna is too beautiful to be white, in the same respect that the mighty Klu Klux Klan is right in maintaining that ” White Is Right .” White is right as long as it stays white. Brownskin aint Diana Ross. We are far too clever,. We respect only our minds not yours. Read the papers like you read your life it will tell you whats going on. We are winning.

RIHANNA THE BROWNSKIN DISCIPLE AND GOD DIETY 2000-infinidum

Beauty is not what I am loving I am loving a black brown ma… I could just see a dishevelled whiteman saying that after bumping into this girl on the right. Why isn’t she beautiful? Because she’s black? ” Hey, hello… ” Black is ugly? Brown is ugly? What I don’t understand about skin colour is why it is so important. It is important. It is so fucking important. I hate myself for thinking about it. I love the picture of this girl because she is just the right brown black, but there are those with darker features you just don’t get when you google images, which could show you much more subliminal black beauty. Whites think they figured out black beauty, either Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks, but this girl on a challenge to white girls, on the bus, on the street, in a house or school, could energize me to thump a racist for being his colour, as Claudia Scheiffer could energize a Nazi into been Fascist. Thats what it is about on the higher level. Black girls, apart from say Naomi Campbell and my niece don’t  know what racism is all about. They hate their man so much for an attitude that given the same situation a white woman would love her man for. Yes, we are all racist. What can we do? I look in the mirror and because I am good Looking, I say to myself, ” Boy…I am glad I am not white. ” I know girls do it, but for different reasons.They can look at their bodies too and expound the same devotion. What black people have to realise right away is that because we are so versital in look we are the beauty of the world. It aint a lie when we say ” Black is beautiful ” Those of us who believe in it, believe in it with a conscious. I like Afro chics, but thats my nature. I grew up with them.The  new weave on brigade haven’t got to me yet. I have not seen a kitchen, let alone the underwear of one in any form of relationship. Not that I am saying I will ever have a chance. They tend to be too young for me. Far too young. What Iam looking for is a relaxed funk maiden. Black women are the best for that, but then again the white women and other racial types which helped fight the battle so hard to keep the white boy in his place and not over extend himself in racial violence, are worth looking at too. Only because they don’t exist any more. Patti Hearst are you still out there? Joan Baez? Anyone? I think I’ll have to settle for Pink at least she’s not white.

It is time…” Oh ye, oh ye oh ye…we have reached a peculiar moment. A monsterous moment. A murderous moment. A black brown man on top of the tree. Word up? No actually down. We’re near the trouble we feared. Black brown people are going to push for the punishment of the world for the sins perpetuated against them. Why are we the accepted and then the killed. Obama had better watch out, our beauty frightens the whiteman so much he derives anger just from watching us raising our natural kids. It is our nature which the whiteman finds offence. We are calm and mild. We are not nervous outwardly, when inside we’re a volcano. That is why the girls like us , but can’t control us, chaps. Anyway we all know how to communicate effectively, with intellect and we don’t need to fight to get our point across. Obama won the Presidential election because he was  the coolest guy and thats what been brown means- cool. Black was a fight. A fight with the white world to the death. This new fight is a different level. A totally different level. It is about peace of mind. Soulful peace of mind. It is about taking charge. Taking charge of the supremiest being, the Earth. And in this the black brownman – a new entity- aint alone. Who and what is also involved are those peoples so transgressed by the white nations historically that they have taken their nations over and are occupying these transgressing nations as I speak. All are being affected, but none, not even the most astute of their governments, know how to solve the problem. Obama should get out of Iraq, before the Arabs recognise the color of his skin. Why the world is the way it is, is that the black folks lost the fold. They lost the plot. Making money kind of got serious on their brain. I hope Obama can change the reflex. I hope he can get  away from saying ” God put me right. “ When what I and others like me see, is the world going wrong. Econmic recessions, child kidnappings, sexual violence, lewd juvenile behaviour and crime all going to concoct a dire and deseperate era. Two Thousand is, and I am in London talking to you in America and all over the world where peaceful loving peoeple exist, a bad century. I can’t see it changing. Not for the black man. It is his time. He fought for it in the 60′s and 70′s. But what will happen is that whites, the whites who know, will regain back their power and sweep away the changes that these migrant ‘new’ blacks from Africa, from such places as Nigeria and Somalia have allowed by doggedly working hard in any job they can find to stay in the white communities they have come to inherit, such as London, Paris, New York and show black people that the brown tenacy of the world was a whitewash. We don’t really care, do we Beyonce? We’ve always got their love,Fiddy Cent, to take the nine bullets for us. Bye.

Al nad I Generally talking about how white people have abused black people over the ages and Al touched upon the sore subject of slavery. I hadn’t realised that black people were still fresh upon that. The idea that someone could become your slave is incredible. Having enslaved us, white people still to this day hate us of any hue of that black skin, even when we have their mixture in us. Doesn’t make sense. Hate is a tough one, a real tough one. I don’t think either I or Al could consider hating a white person. It is too debased. Hatred is for the lower classes, they have a right. Their abuse began first and will go on forever. Okay, the majority of blacks are in the lower classes, but they understand only one thing, ” Hating don’t bring the cash home.” We as a people can’t hate anyway until we have fully understood power and aspired to and attained the power we want over the entire white race. For that to happen we certainly got to keep hold of our consciousness. I suppose people like the great Mohammad Ali and all those genius blacks who fought the white authority and system for years in their youth until they were crushed by global vilification or imprisonment, will in their hearts hope that a new articulate, well bred youth, can energize their minds behind this great opportunity of a first  black President. Ali’s mind was destroyed and is as I speak being destroyed by Parkinson’s, but in his youth he showed the fighting spirit people like 50cent and JZ ain’t. I don’t dispute that you have to eat and wear a suit to work but driving to work in a Lear jet is taking things a bit too far. Mohammad Ali was great. He laughed at the racist, he helped me laugh too. I understood what he was saying…” Let them kill you. ” What is a white man anyway? Are you really losing if he wipes out your world? Thats why he was outrageous and couldn’t care. All they, the establishment, headed by the Klu Klux Klan, could do was kill him for being true…a black man. That is what he is and always will be. A black man with brown skin. The story doesn’t end with Ali it begins with words to your mother. It goes like this, ” Mother I realised I’m black today. ” She maybe proud.  It is a subliminal world.  You could forever change your life and understand his- the white person.

The new world started when I realised I was no longer wanted by my girlfrriend. I thought ” Hey, shit! My son won’t have a memory of me…what the fuck have lived and worked all my life for? ” Things looked difficult. I had no money and no friends to fall back on…my boss was my girlfriends father, a situation that couldn’t tenure. Okay, I had a degree in Town and Country Planning and Social Science, but at that time at the end of the eighties the only analyst wanted were financial ones. I had dabbled in advertising, but hadn’t quiet reached the heights, but I knew its application. I had also had experience designing fliers for my club ‘ The Rock Creek Park ‘ which I had promoted with my brother, Adonte, the Dance music Originator, producer and DJ. He had hits in Canada, Italy, Germany and was warmly recepted by Top  International producer Frankie Knuckles, on his dancefloor classics album. Mainly for his seminal track ” Feel It “. I had fallen out with him beause he supported my my ex-girlfriend in the whole break-up affair. I rued the day I let him DJ at my club…creep. But grudges I didn’t want to hold. There had to be a new world and it had to be based around people like me, people with a per centage. I had seen enough of the superstar life in London to realise that one image placed right could determine the whole of history. With the right text it would be history. Then I thought about the black struggle and people like Angela Davis who spoke big but where never heard. I thought, ” Angela…when I was eight I knew I would marry you because You were beautiful, but hey you live in America and I near Abbey Road Studios in in London, marriage is certianly out of the question, so sing for me instead. “  It was this picture on the right I was talking to. Very Iconoclastic. So what I proposed to do was use my design skills to design a promo black panther magazine/book and call it Urban Images. The idea would be simple… I had a really beautiful picture of myself modelling underwear, taken by my ex-girlfriend, and I used that as the cover picture. The feature writers were all panther subliminalists. It was all jolly jolly, with massive wit and rancour. What was written was seemingly irreverent, when the actual issues were very serious. Urban Images was an ideal name. I knew it would work because it was so profound a publication. It was all done by hand and the circulation was minimal to ensure maximum impact around the world of media.Media deals with Images. But since I dealt with fashion, clubs, music and promotions obviously another subliminal effect would pass through there. Any way, it succeeded and now I am waiting for my cheque or some white adventurer to claim it as his genius. I need a laugh, genius is so depressing Angela in a White World. The reason why we as brown and black people struggle so much to get heard or seen is because we want it in a white context. If we discover what a black context is then we can relax and go back to where we belong…could be space darling.

MALCOLM X?…Hey my friends why did he die? I saw the film and wondered when the director decided to show his visual death on camera, ” Why  so? ” The violence was excruciating…not exciting unless you hated Malcolm  X. Those who liked the film are not many, indeed the film didn’t do that hot in box office. Was it that scene…? why do blacks kill so violently? And do they? I am a new writer to Urban Images called, David Stuart, a bridled sympathesis for the red nation, but I don’t deny the rights of all who want to rule to rule. I think X was a king and as such he made it to the truth, God.when you die you die,but everyone is expecting you not to come back to earth. I think he has come back….honest I am sure. I saw him in London, in a place called Mornington Crescent. Same face, but different reasons to live. Remember he’s done it all for the black race and now he must utilise is skilful mind for the human struggle against the gods. When you become a God, you have certain resposibilities which go beyond pure racial ones. All who are good would accept, like Bob Marley, Malcolm X is a God. Those who would not of course would be diehard white ignorants and rednecks, set on seperating the races for a racial war. I can’t understand why supremacy always means violence and not love and peace. Blacks have a problem with violence against each other but on the whole they are peaceful people. White males on the other hand get excited by violence to the piont of creating nuclear weapons and atomic bombs to actually destroy their gargantuan fear, which is just a mouse eating cheese in the kitchen. Malcolm X would laugh if he knew they were still the same as in his time…crazy as fuck! The Cuban War replaced by the Iraq war. White males always have fear of attack whilst white females are showing fannies, tits and butts on rap videos with dwarf rappers. Malcolm would like that. They are embarassing…war?