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What are you waiting for?
so...now a decision has to be made....
first let me start of by telling you whats happening....
there i was....
minding my own business...
i just got out of the shower,
it was quiet refreshing after a workday that lasted well over 16 hours, i was tired, i was sore, and weak from the physical demands of my job...
see i have a situation with my back that prevents me from enjoying my youth to its fullest, and sudden jerks and sporadic movements puts me in a near paralyzed state.
this was the how mister spider fuck greeted me with just last night!...
in a confident strut to my closet, dripping wet from this amazing shower well deserved in closure of my strenuous work effort, i almost got he-bitch spidey slapped by the notorious Mr. trying to kill me till I'm dead, bite everything that walks, thinks he's mister bad ass cause hes got advanced weapons of destruction...
had i not attended spider sensitivity 101 shortly after my first encounter, i think i would have kicked that bitch to sleep.
you know....
busted out a can of spider woop-ass, and implemented what i like to call... the octo-spidey ghetto fuck jab, and twisted his fuck ass poisonous mouth through his anus to give him a taste the west-side!
fuck ass little spider....
but now what would that accomplish?
certainly not what i have trained and lived for, for how long now?....
yea, i don't think so little buddy....
you should have seen it folks, it was like a military operation, he or they....(pending if he convinced hes hommies to help him) had this planned, it was to perfect.
here's how it all went down...
imagine this....
take a moment to close your eyes and create the reality i hope no-one would ever have to endure in their lifetime.
OK...
the night is young...
you just got off of a hard days work,
you start doing your daily or nightly routine,
there's a wellness in the air, a spring to your step, a smile to be shared, for you have a feeling of accomplishment you know is deserved.
the ceiling fan twirls with an almost intentional purpose, where as its soft cycling gently wisps the beading water droplets that dance with your goose bumps tantalizing every hair follicle you thought you shaved off....
excited about the luxury of having some time off to tend to your needs, your anticipation drives you to get clothed and have some "you" time. ...
shivering from the cold chill of the ceiling fan, an effort to the closet is hasty, as you open the closet door you reach blindly toward the ceiling exhausting the last of your energy to turn the light that fuckin broke months ago, but its cool, and so are you so hurry with the light now..OK?
this is where i need you to focus, and observe for this is where Mr. fuck ass Spider interrupts this entertaining evening...
let me take you into the life of Mr. Spidey Fuck...
the scene fades to dark....
the silhouette of a spider develops in the midst...
you look around as if your standing alone in the dark terrified of the unknown...
the only thing you see is a glow from behind a salivating death machine, this is just a mood, embrace it. this is his world, his reality, step in his shoes.... be the ball...
he is doing something...things are moving around you as if you don't exist, in a some what time lapsed illusion...
I'm amazement you see him for what he is, what he knows, what his infatuation fondles in his perverted mental masturbation for destruction...
he studies, he reads, he plans, he trains, he nurtures his hard-on for death, and devours his foe for fun...
an army of desalinate degenerates corrupt the innocent and plague the world of insects to rise above the shallowness their short fuckin midget fuckin legs could never grow to become, it been centuries of humiliation feeding this depression, and the constant reminder every time these helliants run into a piece of fuckin lint that fuels this need to be as tall as me...
spidey's muscles swell, teeth grind, saliva drips like a faucet mocking the sweat pouring from this determined powerhouse of a spider...
three months ago his plan was executed flawlessly. full knowing there would be a day of reckoning...
sleepless nights, hundreds of deaths, intensive conditioning...
whats that?...eye of the tiger fades in the background as a strobing light pierces your pupils frame by frame reinforcing the integrity of his obsession,
scene by scene he grows, his army grows, he is feared by all for he is a piece of perfection unimaginable by thought, for he has become THE ONE!
folks i cant tell you how intense this really is for any word in the English dictionary no matter how descriptive and relative, would be an embarrassment to the reality of his existence...
are you with me?....
OK.
you need to focus now especially because....
HOLY SHIT!!!
thank god you fuckin ducked! that spider almost had you for breakfast!..what the fuck! did you see that....MY GOD!
Out of no-where...
Like a Bat out of Hell!
There he is...
like a fist of furry...
so pumped it looked like he was going to split at the seams...
pissed in the midst of failure, he hung there, on his twisted and tangled silky thread ...
silent...
he swung...
head bowed down....
full knowing what had just happened...
trying to stay strong,
for he imagined it would be today,
that his destiny would be determined.
but never thought ....
just once...
that i might be the Jedi kung-fu spider jib jab-bin, fornicating, leg braking, skull fuckin, wish i fucked your mom, would have been your daddy but the spider in front of me had exact change, he-haw, bust your jaw, worse than the movie SAW, spidey duck the fuck out the way guy!
for real who would have thought?...
seriously now....enough joking around,
let me start off by saying...
I'd like to give a special shot out to all the dead homies that couldn't be here tonight....mu-ah! i miss ya, I'll see you soon!..
and a special shot out to my grandparents...(my mom doesn't like me so...) much love to those that do!!!
thank you..
for being there ...
thanks to lil craig, and little Debbie and her snack cakes...
oh...
and a special shot out to god ,
if it wasn't for him i might not have been able to survive this night! thank you god...
honk if you love Jesus!
holla for Allah!
Kaunda knit.............ahhh fuck that...
anyway...
here we are...
you and me....
my natural instinct is to smack the fuck out of a midget bitch... but
i cant...i see the pain...the pain of a seriously dysfunctional creature...and it ails me...
i know not what to do....
I'm sitting here looking at my enemy, through a comfortably fitted viewing glass window and having a conflict within my self, as to what to do....
