#WhatYouShouldKnowAboutMe

#WhatYouShouldKnowAboutMe: dikk pix wit kontty pubes are disgusting and cos me to conclude that the pictured is as disgusting as the ground meat bits his pubix resemble.

head to chest

every now and again, ii sit and wonder what it might feel like to just lay up with yu. feelin the heat
between our bodies and sharing the space between our ears, connecting with a power undulating from the solar plexus of our souls to the cross of our hips...

intoxicated by the perfume of our romance, yur presence, yur touch, yur smile satiates my desires, and placates my fears casting us all into an oblivion of bliss,

in the still of the night: ii adore yur beauty, marvel at yur flaws and caress yur insecurities.
ii welcome yu into the abyss of my mind, where we feast on the triviloites of life, indulging in moments stolen from heartbreak, doting on a love that is all ours
as we lay together, head to chest.

DREAM: shot in the back

so... last Friday ii had a dream. ii wz with B and we were taking a trip. ii believe we were in Richmond. the memory is slightly foggy. there wz a group of guys standing around somebody had on purple pants....  me and B decided to get on a bus or something, take a tour of the city. it wz a nice quiet time... as we deboarded (is that a word? the red squiggly line says no, but today it is) the same group of guys were standing around. B didnt notice, but ii felt their energy.--bad. ii told B, let's go. as we begin to walk away a fat dude (mini-Rick Ross type nigga in a beater) approached and told us not to go anywhere. The other guys came up behind us. RR seemed to have gun pointed at me under his scraggly-ass shirt. B stopped and ii gave RR the side-eye as ii kept walkin. I heard a gun shot and felt my back go warm. in slow motion ii fell to the ground (how dramatic) and blessed GOD for my life. if dying is anything like that dream, iim good with it.

ii think my pride may have killed me... message?

fairie tails: A Letter for Licar

One upon a time, there was a far away land that had never hear of the World Wide Web. In this far away land, it was customary for people to write letters, with pens, paper, and such. Among the writers of this country was Prince Egypt to his beloved.

As he was strolling about his garden, atop the east wing of his palace, Prince Egypt spied a youth a few miles away. He implored a Royal Messenger to discover the identity of the young man. The messenger revealed the young man’s name to be Licar of the Huntsbow tradition. (Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to the Prince, this young man had a speech impediment. Now, had the prince asked the messenger what he had lunch—hamburger—the messenger would have responded “Bamberger” and all would have been well, but alas, the Prince was hasty and infatuated.) Hearing “Buntsbow” the Prince quickly sent the messenger away and pondered what to do. Prince Egypt decided to follow in the romantic tradition of his time and send Licar a letter infused with the sacred scent of himself. The letter, when loosely translated, read as the following:

DEAR YOUNG SIR: YOU HAVE CAUGHT MY EYE AND TURNED MY HEART. I HOPE THAT YOU WILL RETURN MY LOVE. I HAVE SCENTED THIS LETTER FOR YOU. IF MY SCENT APPEALS TO THY GOOD SENSE, PLEASE WEAR MY RING. I HAVE LEFT IT IN THE BARK OF THE CARRIE TREE ON THE NEAREST BANK OF THE RIVER, BUT A FEW PACES FROM THINE HOUSE.

Signed: “Man of Men.” Prince Egypt summoned another messenger and had him deliver the letter to “the young son of Buntsbow” concealed in a green envelope addressed to Licar of the Bunstbow tradition.

The Buntsbow people received the letter and instead of returning it, for there was no Licar in their tradition, they decided to open it, rather than send it back with the messenger, for the envelope looked to be that of a wealthy statesmen. The master of the house journeyed to the river and in the bark of the Carrie Tree he unturned Prince Egypt's ruby ring.

As days went on the prince inquired about his ring, for he never saw his letter arrive at Licar's dwelling. When the prince discovered the treachery, the thievery, of the Buntsbow tradition he was outraged! It was in his rage that Prince Egypt planned a plan. He mailed another green envelope, addressed to his beloved Licar, to the dwelling Buntsbow tradition. This time the letters included one of his teeth, enchanted with a spell fresh from his lips curdled with passion for young Licar and rage at the deceit of a weak tradition.

The master of the Buntsbow family opened the letter hungry for a chance to amass a greater fortune. Upon touching the tooth concealed, he was weary with delusion and fell to the floor.

He awakened to find himself choking on his tooth.

The spell that Prince Egypt cast caused the holder of the Buntsbow tradition to lose each of his teeth causing him to slowly bleed to death. As the last tooth pushed itself free from the bonds of the holder's gums, the Holder's eyes began to set and the glimmer of Prince Egypt's ruby ring was the last vision upon his eyes, a last reminder of why he now answered the call of death.

fairie tails: The Hair of Absalom

Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a woman who was barren, and her husband who was married to her. They lived happy. They were sad that they could not have children of their own. They decided to go see Prince Egypt and seek his powers.

 Prince Egypt granted their petition and the woman was pregnant. As they left full of joy, Bull, the Royal Seer and Advisor, told the couple that they would have a young boy, but they must always cut his hair or the boy would die. The couple agreed and promised to cut the child’s hair every week.

As time passed and the child was born, the parents named him Absalom. The husband and wife found that Absalom’s hair grew very quickly. The weekly cuts were not enough and so the couple made the young boy wear a turban between cuttings. Absalom’s hair was truly beautiful though, and he loved it dearly. Sometimes, he would sit secretly by the river and admire his hair by its reflection.  Unbeknownst to him, so did other creatures of nature.

Absalom grew big and handsome. He took responsibility for the maintenance of his own hair and before long; he was approaching his 21^st birthday. In this far away land, it was customary for the son leave home on the 21^st birthday, and so Absalom did.

He decided to build himself a home on the outskirts of town. There at night he would sit on the edge of town and ingest herbs so that he might reflect on his life purpose.

 In the absence of his parents, Absalom had lazily neglected grooming his hair in favor of the dark tresses that sprung from his scalp. He got a vain pleasure from the beauty of his hair, and despite his parents warning he had stopped wearing his turban. One night, as he sat by the fire a strange gentleman joined him. The gentleman caught Absalom with his glory down and got as much pleasure from Absalom’s hair as Absalom himself. He was beautiful in stature and offered flowing comments to young Absalom.

Absalom loved the attention.

Absalom allowed the man into the privacy of his home and surrendered himself seductions of the stranger. The gentleman played among the locs of Absalom’s hair and before Absalom could stop it, the two were naked between the sheets. Somehow in the throws of love and Absalom unknowing entangled his hair with the bed’s head board. As Absalom danced passionately with wild abandonment he snatched his head back in ecstasy.

His hair did not break, the headboard did not move; he snapped his neck. The ride was over.

 The gentleman stared at the dead body of his lust and wept. As he wept creatures of nature came to spy on the happenings of the one with the beautiful hair. As they saw Absalom’s lifeless body dangling from the side of the bed, they were possessed with desire to have it. Without attracting the attention of the gentleman, they climbed up the headboard and gnawed at the roots of the hair of Absalom.

 They use the hair of Absalom camouflage themselves between the hairs of lovers and suck the soul out of those who choose to be seduced by the love of a one-night stand. To this day, the people of this far away land wrap their hair at night because of these creatures of the nature, Chooplas. As for the gentleman, he hunts the Chooplas and seeks to find all the hairs of the beloved Absalom. For once he has collected all the hairs of Absalom, he can resurrect him. Unfortunately, the gentleman’s eyes are clouded with tears for the lost chance to have the best orgasm of his life. His blurred vision and drive for passion drives him to rape and kill long-haired virgin boys in their sleep, constantly searching for fulfillment and strands of the hair of Absalom.

fairie tales: Prince Egypt and the Mouse

Once upon a time there was a Prince who lived in a palace in a land called Hartsville. His palace had many rooms, each holding a secret of its own. His bedroom was massive, for it was his throne, and there he ruled as sorcerer the comings and goings of his entire country. This is the story of the mouse that would not leave.

One night as Prince Egypt slept, he awaked to a small pawing sound coming from his room closet. The young Prince groggily opened his closet door and saw a small brown fuzz ball zoom pass him, a mouse! The Prince was alarmed and infuriated; he grabbed his thyrsus and swung at the rodent missing the mouse but shattering mirrors throughout the house. Shortly after he had tired himself, chasing the mouse through the house, Prince Egypt returned to his bedroom. Shortly enough, the mouse was back. The prince made a proclamation:

Hear ye, hear ye, any man in my kingdom that can rid me of the mouse shall have riches beyond his wildest imagination.

Well, the Prince was known for his poison-candy-apple challenges so very few men came forth. The first was from a land called Gregaire. Lord Micah from Gregaire appeared before the Prince in flowing red robes and petitioned for a chance to win his fortune. He was a pleasing sight to the Prince therefore Prince Egypt allowed him into the royal chambers. There Lord Micah pulled a green box from among his robes. He opened the box and took out a flute. The Prince chuckled inside. Is this the pied piper? For many days the lord played and although the mouse never crawled into the box he did not appear. The lord left and after three days, halfway through the waiting period of red tape, the mouse resurfaced and troubled Prince Egypt. The prince ordered that the lord be found and beaten and it was so. The next day, Prince Egypt reissued his proclamation:  

Hear ye, hear ye, any man in my kingdom that can rid me of the mouse shall have riches beyond his wildest imagination.

This time a stranger from an unknown land appeared with strange toothy smile. He wore purple garb and petitioned for a chance to win his fortune from the king. He was a pleasing sight to the Prince therefore Prince Egypt allowed him into the royal chambers. This stranger’s name was Duke Buckingham. He entered the bedroom cautiously surveying its contents. He reached inside his pouch and lit incense, telling the Prince that the smell would entice the mouse from its nest. A man of few words, the Duke silently moved to the couch. Fingers-to-lips, he instructed the king to follow. The stranger then gestured for Prince Egypt to darken the room, so that the mouse would be comfortable enough to come out. The prince whispered a few words and there they sat silently in the dark. The duke’s eyes had a small glow in the dark, not able to be seen by most humans but the sorcerer was not human, well, not completely.  Uncertain, he snapped his fingers and a flame danced on his fingertip. Prince Egypt lit a candle. As they sat silently in the dark, the prince could not help his curiosity and in the light of the candle, the prince and the duke danced out of their clothes, only resting at dawn dawn…

 In the morning, Prince Egypt awoke alone. Duke Buckingham had left.

In the silence, the prince listened for the sound of the mouse, he heard none. As night approached, the man from Gregaire reappeared. The prince asked him if the mouse was dead and the duke responded that he had killed and disposed of him but did not want any money. He asked that he spend the night with the prince again. Prince Egypt agreed and in the morning, the strange duke was gone again. This became unsettling to the Prince, but he kept these things in his heart. As the third night approached, the duke appeared again and only asked that he spend the night with young prince. Prince Egypt agreed. In the morning, as expected the duke was gone. The following night, the duke could not sleep and upon the witching hour, he awake to find the duke missing. This was as no surprise. Prince Egypt rolled on his side went back to sleep.

In the morning, a peasant from the land of Len came to see the king. He was a pleasing sight to the Prince and so Prince Egypt allowed him into the royal chambers. The man explained to the prince that he was seer and a fool, but was certain that there was a mouse in Prince Egypt’s palace. The king entertained the man’s suspicions for in his heart he was still unsure. Bull, as the man from Len was called due to his robust nature, just asked that the prince ignore his presence and allow him to sleep in the closet. Prince Egypt granted his request. They talked all day, and as night approached, Bull hid in the closet. Hours later, the duke appeared. Prince Egypt was delighted by his presence and the opportunity to perform for the closeted stranger…

And when they had tired themselves, the prince and the duke fell asleep in a warm embrace.

Moments after the witching hour arrived, Prince Egypt was awakened by a loud noise. The peasant from the land of Len was playing a cello in the middle of the bedroom floor. As Bull played, Duke Buckingham transformed into the mouse. As it scurried across the bedroom frame towards the cello, the mouse ran into Bull’s trap, a huge clear box. Bull stopped playing and the mouse turned into the duke once again. Prince Egypt could not believe his eyes.

“What is the meaning of all this?!” the prince stormed.

“I did not want to leave your beauty, I admire it every day,” the mouse man began to speak. He explained that the only way he could get next to the Duke was as a mouse and that once he had transformed, only as a mouse could he truly appreciate the scent of the Prince’s long glorious hair. The “duke” did not want another man to beaten for his cause, and so he appeared before the prince himself as a mouse whisperer.

Prince Egypt was disturbed and embarrassed; he reached for his thyrsus pummeled the man to mouse and on to death.

The Prince buried his head in his hands, tremblingly full of emotion. Bull turned to him and wisely spoke, “Once the music changes, so does the dance.” Although Prince Egypt had no idea what this meant, it made him feel better. He thanked Bull for his helping hand and asked the former peasant to stay in the palace as the Royal Advisor. 

And so is the tale of the mouse and the prince.

google me baby

so today ii decided to upload my life. twittering (@LondellUnLeased) and a blog spot. on this journey ii really became concern about who could see me and what the consequences could be. yu know, this shit is here forever.. well ii googled me and ii found that another person, by my same name and initials had been arrested for armed robbery and burglary. of course there was no picture of the accused [not me] on the affidavit. and then ii began to wonder, what if someone was looking for me, and they thought ii was this criminal. what if ii actually offend someone, or the wrong person stumbles upon something ii have said... at the end of the day, fuck it in a bucket. time ii do something for me! and while it would be mad cool to have followers and all that shit, ii mostly hope that ii can have the discipline to keep this all up...............