okay, being a drug dealer isnt all its cracked up to be, and people have a misconception about the money involved. dont get me wrong, the rewards are there, i am awash with cash, but here in lies the first problem.........have u ever tried to pay your kids skool fees in cash.........the bursar guy looks at u like u just crawled from a rock.
then there is the problem of, say u just sent a couple of keys to a wholesaler, who paid cash, well they all do, they say there is honour among thieves, that may be true, but frankly, dont ever try paying for your load with a cheque.......not from me anyway..then u u gotta count it, or as we do weigh it, to do that u gotta touch it, dirty, all money is filthy, fecal matter, cocaine, blood, small pox, they say these are impregnated on every note that has been in circulation more than six
then the biggest night mare, u gotta keep it some where....u cant just rock up to the bank with six kilos of high denomination notes and ask them to credit your chequing account
having said all that............it beats being a hospital porter
You should know by now that it is time. Behold the beauty of her! Behold this magnificent creature and bow down to her glory! Nothing else can save you. Nothing else can bring you peace. Now bring yourself down and lie at her feet. Don't stop reading this dear believer, for how else can you lose yourself? Keep you eyes on this page, let them caress each word carefully. Let your mind picture what I am about to describe. For you are now ready. I hope you have said goodbye to those around you, it is now time to give yourself up to the only thing that matters. It is your greatest privilege. Let these words seep into your brain and let it be known to your body that it is time to let go. Be proud recruit, for you will be a wonderful feast for her mind, now sit still, it is time she devoured you!
I miss being with a person of my life who has not even entered in my life.
I imagine being being with him to whom I can say anything I want, to
whom I can pour my heart out which has been rusted due to loneliness,
low morale, emptiness because I'm kind of person who can not speak
her heart out to everyone or anybody just connected to me on a temporary
I want someone who would listen to me, care for me, love me like a baby,
I want someone who would never leave me,I want him to stay till I'm on
my death bed, one who would grow old with, I want to live my every lit
bit with him. I want my relationship a perfect give and take.
I want to live for him, I want to speak to him, I want to cry in front of him,
and I want him to care for me, because I know I'll love him like a mad
person, no matter what.
Besides all this, I just him to enter in my life and I know he will be my soul mate.
The moon shone brightly above the trees, though the stars were nowhere to be seen. Down below the world was quiet, yet not at all still. People were moving around as silently as shadows, even the mist of their breath made no noise as it escaped into the air. There was no times for words, everyone had a job to do. Pretty crimson laid atop the snow, like fallen berries. No one would dream that night, no one would sleep. Candles and torches burned as each resident prepared their homes. Not one detail could be missed, not one thing out of place. While the village remained quiet, the trees turned their back on the events of that night refusing to observe the festivities. Then, breaking the silence, a piercing scream escaped into the night. There was more than meets the eye in that village, for it wasn't just another cold day, it was Black Winter.
Windows stand before us like portals. We are safe and young in the sunlight translated through glass. The warmth of sunshine slows us in healing ways. I need it because I am so scattered. I race in 12 directions. My mind scatters like a flock of birds, and I keep trying to pull it all back together so I can focus. Then unfocus, but in a constructive sort of way. Creativity requires a sort of unfocus. But not just any unfocus. Stress, anxiety, and burden all have a sort of unfocus to them as well, but not the constructive type. I need the type of unfocus that allows ideas to swell and flow in and through me in a sort of controlled frenzy; where the ideas are not my own, but I reign them in and guide them. I take ownership of them and put them to paper. The good ones are claimed as my own and I am happy to sign autographs. But I know they are not mine. They come from that inner sun that shines ideas inside me, I just need to establish a calm, like glass, and stand in the right place to feel the heat.