what is it when you sleep, you dream, you are awake, you are taking notes, and orchestrating life plans and projects...all at the same time...that if one were to look at you they would say, soundly sleeping?
i was in a house/office with sandie-lee tempro ...my father's golld fob chain that i wear as a bracelet fell off but i now cant remember who were the people, men, i parted to get it. i had more ideas about the interview series...developed it into 'beinghuman'...
the only thing that broke it all...the stream and the memory is that a phone call woke me up. i started looking at a show of children reciting poetry, and then i went straight to shower, washing it all away, before i gathered my thoughts in this realm and wrote a single sentence
i do remember one thought i had...i was thinking of all the black folk i know...and who know me and the all of them who have not helped me when they could have...in positions of power, have connections to those who make decisions, know of my stock, professional pedigree and competence, and either took things for themselves, not even choosing to share or partner, or just left me in the wilderness...or those who have in recent years tried to destabilize me by holding on to my gratuity...is only black public servants doing that...one indian woman of no jet in HR...but...the crazy thought response i had was..."i wish the pp stay in power"
nothing will change for grounded unswayed people like me. so is best we cast chart and throw our lot with the other. there is a bigger chance in that gamble than seeking out with your own...like randall robinson i think said, all your skin folk aint your kinfolk...and who knows, you might be an exotique that you might try to trade in and on...so many mafias to negotiate...makes me think of ozzy's skylife and theories of trinidad music scene...the most or all have to lose in perpetuity in order for the one or few to succeed...and even the remnants who rise, they must know it is only for a while...so follow me here cause it is high tension chess i am strategizing here...this is also the game board reality when folk cant work together...will not. refuse to...like their death is tied up into any kind of kindness. as if i am friends with you i cant be friend with massa...so hear what...i see that.so clearly. among so many of the natives-- the sons mainly, the daughters just wishing to be bed partners, make pikney for the one with the greatest money...so town say eh. i eh know...if so is the case, best you gamble with unlikely cohorts and unknown friends
partner associates..
i was in a house/office with sandie-lee tempro ...my father's golld fob chain that i wear as a bracelet fell off but i now cant remember who were the people, men, i parted to get it. i had more ideas about the interview series...developed it into 'beinghuman'...
the only thing that broke it all...the stream and the memory is that a phone call woke me up. i started looking at a show of children reciting poetry, and then i went straight to shower, washing it all away, before i gathered my thoughts in this realm and wrote a single sentence
i do remember one thought i had...i was thinking of all the black folk i know...and who know me and the all of them who have not helped me when they could have...in positions of power, have connections to those who make decisions, know of my stock, professional pedigree and competence, and either took things for themselves, not even choosing to share or partner, or just left me in the wilderness...or those who have in recent years tried to destabilize me by holding on to my gratuity...is only black public servants doing that...one indian woman of no jet in HR...but...the crazy thought response i had was..."i wish the pp stay in power"
nothing will change for grounded unswayed people like me. so is best we cast chart and throw our lot with the other. there is a bigger chance in that gamble than seeking out with your own...like randall robinson i think said, all your skin folk aint your kinfolk...and who knows, you might be an exotique that you might try to trade in and on...so many mafias to negotiate...makes me think of ozzy's skylife and theories of trinidad music scene...the most or all have to lose in perpetuity in order for the one or few to succeed...and even the remnants who rise, they must know it is only for a while...so follow me here cause it is high tension chess i am strategizing here...this is also the game board reality when folk cant work together...will not. refuse to...like their death is tied up into any kind of kindness. as if i am friends with you i cant be friend with massa...so hear what...i see that.so clearly. among so many of the natives-- the sons mainly, the daughters just wishing to be bed partners, make pikney for the one with the greatest money...so town say eh. i eh know...if so is the case, best you gamble with unlikely cohorts and unknown friends
partner associates..
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