winter is on its way down to the Caribbean, and i dont mean like a season, but as a change in the type of sun we will have all year round...and how does winter start new and look like in a warm climate? Rain. Heavy, or Steady, or Light, and if not that, just overcast cloudy, regularly, all the time. where is the sun? kind of thing? and what is the caribbean out of the sun?
i just heard bbc refer to "sexual misconduct" regarding to what Hermain Cain's stories are currently circulating and I hear the irony and juxtaposition...Herman Cain is as regular, normal garden variety male of all subsets...sexual misconduct, their seeming right, norm, blood and beget. so conduct is misconduct is conduct?
and i want to write about yesterday...
skipping and running in the Arima rain when earlier in the week I could barely walk.
life is funny and amusing.
To hear me introduced as ":she?: that is a woman of leisure" ("she could do all of that - reach river and plait hair for its drenching" was the conversation--evidently my two plaits were too country and amusing)
but meeting people usually men, posers and liars, who pay for something by marriage, lark or song and then want to turn around and sell it for multimillions they never had or wielded. who have the best value and ownership but want to dash it way for money, that may itself lose its value soon. men who try to portray they do business but talk to them and you hear no earthly sense or awareness that is required. their words betray them. men showing you pictures from fifteen years ago, is an intention to deceit...men who hear an accent and think, start to fly, believing you are their savior to get them out the cesspit of lies, debt and trouble they have outlined for you...wanting to show evaluations on papers for what they never paid for. I am so stunned at how casually folk try to scam here. It just seems obscene and obnoxious for some reason and such a desecration of the best and purest. for it is always about things that used to be sacred that are now just commodities to grab, trade and speculate. Realizing people do not pursue land for any purity of intent, but just because either others are, so they must, or they take it because they could, when they have to pay no price for it, from a father in law say. and then the desperation for which they do not want to tell you the reason, they clamor almost yell at you to save them, and provide the money they need for a sale. two such I have encountered. and many more who just are attempting to access a grap, with no plan or ability/ and in between, the next set --ignorant arrogant enough to want folk to give them skill to accomplish their aim, with nary gratitude far less pay. for free.
they want to enslave you like their colonial fathers and mothers, no matter what the pretense, title or organizational name. by their behaviors, their tongue and walk, you shall know them
my people
of land people do not want it to plant food, or to breathe clean air, or to watch the sky stars at pure dark of night...or to drink of its spring, bathe in its river...no it is just dollars for what they ignored and overgrown for ten years. ask them what they spent on it, and you hear some penny like a 100K, which you know is a lie and for acreage is./ well. really. penny fractions. folk are funny. and i can not say enough the stories people tell are nothing so much as their depth and expanse of stupidity and the reflection of those they engage. "what you did for that 100K - labor and vehicles"
and if you ask them to what product or produce, they cant answer./ poseurs/ bottom top, inside out. feet forward, head backward.
and it is oh so amusing, it is only after my encounter do i figure out what i just experienced: someone else's desperation
enough writing.
I said years ago, that i was never going to pay for land. I said it because too much generational land has been lost and left abandoned by those before and now in my family. An outright sin if you ask me, and people living the costs and wages and dont even know it. AlGarab in Orinoco. Payol Hill Village in Maracas, lots here and there from Toco to Laventille. LaBaja from Marina that Carl stole, Tortuga that Ruth and Analiza left that Carl put into the hands of those others and different, not his own. and I eh reach the Companies yet..know one know and living to count that part.
I am learning to stay quiet. to not profess or advocate to do what you are neither doing nor capable of actualizing. I am learning there is great peace in being at the bottom of the ladder, even with nothing, all that skill not benefiting one damn thing, but you not skating around looking for what you did not put down to save your ass from a fire you well went about planning and tending. not knowing it was your end you were rendering. and some cant understand why i have chosen not to fight for what, the much, the plenty my parents had. But i say, if it was for me, they would have made it so.
so after all ah dat, I eh paying for land, least of all from skaters, schemers, smartmen and poseurs/
just sit quietly and watch it all pass.
when you die you leave it all. and plenty dead while they still here
I looking like a shuppidy?
will let the universe bring and present.. not me to search, site and acquire
funny mixed up place...
i just heard bbc refer to "sexual misconduct" regarding to what Hermain Cain's stories are currently circulating and I hear the irony and juxtaposition...Herman Cain is as regular, normal garden variety male of all subsets...sexual misconduct, their seeming right, norm, blood and beget. so conduct is misconduct is conduct?
and i want to write about yesterday...
skipping and running in the Arima rain when earlier in the week I could barely walk.
life is funny and amusing.
To hear me introduced as ":she?: that is a woman of leisure" ("she could do all of that - reach river and plait hair for its drenching" was the conversation--evidently my two plaits were too country and amusing)
but meeting people usually men, posers and liars, who pay for something by marriage, lark or song and then want to turn around and sell it for multimillions they never had or wielded. who have the best value and ownership but want to dash it way for money, that may itself lose its value soon. men who try to portray they do business but talk to them and you hear no earthly sense or awareness that is required. their words betray them. men showing you pictures from fifteen years ago, is an intention to deceit...men who hear an accent and think, start to fly, believing you are their savior to get them out the cesspit of lies, debt and trouble they have outlined for you...wanting to show evaluations on papers for what they never paid for. I am so stunned at how casually folk try to scam here. It just seems obscene and obnoxious for some reason and such a desecration of the best and purest. for it is always about things that used to be sacred that are now just commodities to grab, trade and speculate. Realizing people do not pursue land for any purity of intent, but just because either others are, so they must, or they take it because they could, when they have to pay no price for it, from a father in law say. and then the desperation for which they do not want to tell you the reason, they clamor almost yell at you to save them, and provide the money they need for a sale. two such I have encountered. and many more who just are attempting to access a grap, with no plan or ability/ and in between, the next set --ignorant arrogant enough to want folk to give them skill to accomplish their aim, with nary gratitude far less pay. for free.
they want to enslave you like their colonial fathers and mothers, no matter what the pretense, title or organizational name. by their behaviors, their tongue and walk, you shall know them
my people
of land people do not want it to plant food, or to breathe clean air, or to watch the sky stars at pure dark of night...or to drink of its spring, bathe in its river...no it is just dollars for what they ignored and overgrown for ten years. ask them what they spent on it, and you hear some penny like a 100K, which you know is a lie and for acreage is./ well. really. penny fractions. folk are funny. and i can not say enough the stories people tell are nothing so much as their depth and expanse of stupidity and the reflection of those they engage. "what you did for that 100K - labor and vehicles"
and if you ask them to what product or produce, they cant answer./ poseurs/ bottom top, inside out. feet forward, head backward.
and it is oh so amusing, it is only after my encounter do i figure out what i just experienced: someone else's desperation
enough writing.
I said years ago, that i was never going to pay for land. I said it because too much generational land has been lost and left abandoned by those before and now in my family. An outright sin if you ask me, and people living the costs and wages and dont even know it. AlGarab in Orinoco. Payol Hill Village in Maracas, lots here and there from Toco to Laventille. LaBaja from Marina that Carl stole, Tortuga that Ruth and Analiza left that Carl put into the hands of those others and different, not his own. and I eh reach the Companies yet..know one know and living to count that part.
I am learning to stay quiet. to not profess or advocate to do what you are neither doing nor capable of actualizing. I am learning there is great peace in being at the bottom of the ladder, even with nothing, all that skill not benefiting one damn thing, but you not skating around looking for what you did not put down to save your ass from a fire you well went about planning and tending. not knowing it was your end you were rendering. and some cant understand why i have chosen not to fight for what, the much, the plenty my parents had. But i say, if it was for me, they would have made it so.
so after all ah dat, I eh paying for land, least of all from skaters, schemers, smartmen and poseurs/
just sit quietly and watch it all pass.
when you die you leave it all. and plenty dead while they still here
I looking like a shuppidy?
will let the universe bring and present.. not me to search, site and acquire
funny mixed up place...
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