How Black is your Friday?

There must be a chemical imbalance in the stew today. I woke up today - like any other day. My mind was not on it's usual focal point. I was more interesting in the things that I had no control over like the poverty of Middle Georgia than the things that I did - like planning my day or cooking a little breakfast.

Sitting at my kitchen table, I wrote in my book today. Just some random thoughts towards one of back chapters. I don't know exactly where they'll fit or if they'll. All I know is that they were thoughts that needed to be expressed.

I got a letter in the mail today. It was from a shadow of my past. It was a letter of ill intent - but like dust in a windy field, I let it blow. I'm not concerned with anyone or anything that are not to my good. If your intent isn't with love and prosperity - Fuck off because you're not welcomed here.

"You stupid son of a bitch," says an angry shopper this morning. Black Friday - an annual event that pulls spenders out of their rest to partake in doorbusters and spending money on things they don't want to impress people that they don't like. Isn't that funny and they think I'm damn crazy.

We'll see how the rest of the night goes.

anditisZo

That's it! I Quit! I'm Moving on!

Sam Cook recorded this old blues track in 1961. We were in a different time back then, but the realities of the lyrics are relevant even today. They were relevant in my life anyway. We connect to our artists by our emotions and experiences. Adele did a cover of the song on her album, 19. Her British accent and obvious sassy attitude gave the song flair and life. This song ministered to me because it gave direct insight on a situation that I was experiencing. I was in LOVE, by myself. There was an agreement to just, "be friends". In the song, there's a line that said, "if I can't have you the way I want you, I don't want you at all." So there it is. Throughout the relationship that I was in, there was a strong time strain. No time for me. No time for us. I can remember a conversation, "...you're not a priority. You're simply on a to-do list." One would think that even sane man would have left then, right? Not my stupid ass. SMH. Th...

Congratulations Letter

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A bottle of emotion

I refuse to write yet another love story and be labeled as a writer with lovely thoughts about happiness a bliss. I would prefer to be that brother that writes of truth, the other side, the side less read or shall I say TALKED about because it is less desirable material. No fuck that. I can tell I lost a few of you with that last sentence - so let's try it again. I would prefer to keep it real with the ugly than MAC make-up the FACE you want to see. Or better yet, paint a picture of the most beautiful relic on God's green earth. I'm real whether directly or indirectly. Intelligence is earned, it is free and costs you nothing to obtain. GET SOME! If you read hard enough you'll feel my pain and my intentions and my story. My intentions are not to confuse you, yet USE you to think harder than you thought the day before. I'll be your therapist, come on in. It's here - all right here, you just have to open your mind and receive it. The funny thing about words is t...

The Experience

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