Warhammer 45k: The day after the Birthday

The day after all these thousands of years existing.  I wasn't partying having threesomes while smoking cigars and shooting Barrett .50 cals. Well, at least not this time or again yet. lol

I spent my time alone in contemplation. Even when I stopped by the shop to have my birthday cigar and communicating with everyone wishing me happy birthday. 

Things were missed. 

Moments were reflected on.

Appreciated some things.

Decisions were made. 

After finding out I had a broken rib and confirming my thought about having pneumonia again last weekend. I have been recovering while handling everything that is going on. 

The Man.

The Dominant.

The Entity.

Have all taken a beating in this tour of duty. But the MONSTAR just won't stop!

I smoked a Plascencia Arturo Fuerte and was surprised at the Davidoff Escurio cigar Steve got for my birthday since it was a fuller flavor and strength instead of their usual light as air flavor and strength. 

Came to the house and pull up to have a white kid run into my yard talking about Mr help me they pulled a gun out on me and my friend. Now I remember seeing the white boy and a black kid on bikes when I was getting the mail. And that something was said by passengers in a suv before it seemed like the suv tried to back over the kids. But I figured it was some playing around. That wasn't the case. So I had to change my mindset to a shooting one. Meaning inventorying who is on the street and the likelihood of bullets going through houses and killing others. But apparently those in the suv realized it was not in the best interest to drive off. So i called the cops to handle the boy and the situation. it made me think about how things have become with people, society and the government. There are normally not a bunch of issues in the neighborhood but things are only getting worse each day everywhere. The big black man in the corner house would have been the issue and not kids riding around threatening and shooting would have been the headline if it had gone different. But that is why I contacted my people on the police force and swat as well.  But hey, I did my good deed.

The rest of the evening was back to quiet and thanking everyone for their birthday wishes, gifts and all. 

The number definitely made me think about what it was representing from my past. Hey, I am still beating black man and alien life expectations by leaps and bounds!

Back to the gauntlet. Have a good one. 

Origins: Mr Wolf and harley

If you know about Mr J aka the Joker and harley then you already get some of the similarity minus the personal twists. But this is a peek into me and lil red after all these years.

We are two very opposites in pretty much every damn thing except for a few things. So it is oddity and insanity joined together in a very different and unique experience.

These are the parts that I love and enjoy the most:

Mr Wolf

Part Joker, Dexter and Mr Wolf (Pulp Fiction as well as the Big Bad Wolf) rolled up in one. Giving large appetite, insanely different, over thinking sadistic adventure and pleasure.

harley

The intelligent, sexy, uninhibited beast that Mr Wolf has this in depth, destructive, soul breaking relation with. To be the recipient of Mr Wolf's whims, delights and terror. The broken puzzle that is perfectly placed.


Many have been confused by this because I am the chauvinist, Captain Caveman, Angry Black Man and she is the nice and wonderful, feminist people person.  I am direct, smash and punch you in the mouth while she is the politically correct person.

But when the moments allow there is the one place where we meet where everything else dissapears and we can embrace each other in a world of pain, degradation, humiliation and torture that is other worldly. This is one of the best places on or off earth. In those moments she can release all the shackles they tie her down and I can bring the Beast out of the tomb to play a little bit.

This is the thing that is shared exclusively and most reverently to me. For it is where the journey worked itself into being. Where logic met insanity and broke free shackles of adulting and allowed her to just be.

Poetry: Reclamation Era

Reclamation Era

Time’s hallowed tendrils

Probe and flay

As the sands of time

Present results

Display the

Decay

Have I been too lenient?

Too caring and concerned?

Have my attempts to not be fully me

Destroyed everything?

Gazing upon the tally

Pros versus cons

Statistical imbalances and absurdities

Is this merely

A faux pas?

A dream denied from the start

Here among

The tentacles

The tiger pits

Laid raw and bare

Is this crossroads or suicide squad?

Left with

The unanswered

Thoughts and questions

Is it worth it?

Will there ever be alignment?

Or is this all been part of a lifestyle’s cost?

To stay or go

Regardless a price will be paid

What more will it cost?

From the chocolatezeus collection  6/26/17  ©