Sometimes I am over filled with ideas like a hungry cow grazing in high grass covered in morning dew. So much dew that it would soak your socks as you ran through it. I am sure to get a belly ache from all this grass. In other news: Oil is still spilling in the Gulf of Mexico. My plan was to drop a big slab of concrete (weighing several thousand tonnes) onto onto the hole. It should have hooks on the underside so that it does not slide or move around for the next 100 years. Besides the fact that its been 40+ days of oil spilling in the richest country in the world but what really pains me the most is that the oil spilling video is not in High Definition 3D.
All that is old is new again. I had a dream last night that one day Hillary Clinton was visiting Jamaica for what reason I do not know. She must not have anything better to do with her time - I need a job like that - not the actual job - the not have anything to do with your time part.
I have been to the supermarket, several times with the homeless woman. Yummy bakery seem to be making all sorts of bums with random ingredients - I will post picture soon incase I accidentally get positioned by an over dose of coconut bread. I don't care if Mama don't like your man - I just want my chicken fried rice. I wanted love but not for myself, but for the girl so that she could love herself.
I may have mentioned that I hate living in interesting times. It is a chinese curse. At some point in the future people are going to look back and wonder what the hell were there people thinking. No only are we killing each other off (as usual) but now we killing everything in the Gulf of Mexico. I am waiting for the first picture of a dead sperm whale. It is really is a catastrophe.
On the home front; people are still making ugly babies. Doing it for the kill. State of emergency. I am waiting patiently for the police and army to come and raid my house. Or better yet call a surprise curfew on my area. But Portmore gets no love. Light a fire in your new shoes. Even the mayor comes on Prime time news complain about the stuff thats not getting done. Mosquitoes in for the Kill.
On the other side of the world in Guatemala big holes are appearing in the ground, hurricanes and volcanoes are erupting like we are living in a Micheal Bay movie. All I want to know is what Tiger woods is thinking at this moment. There is even a natural dam caused by a landslide in Attabad village in Hunza district of northern Pakistan. Mother nature may be angry or something. Shock me like an electric eel.
Mad bull commented: >> No only are we killing each other off (as usual)
>> but now we killing everything in the Gulf of Mexico.
Yes, this is very, very distressing! I went to the beach Sunday gone and the water was so beautiful, and the lime was so irie, and I had visios of the whole scene covered in oil and it were not pretty! BP better get help and fix this crap up, yo!
>> Mother nature may be angry or something.
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8:27 I'm begining think that time itself had totally stopped and I was bobbing about in a sea of crude oil. I think I was mostly trying to avoid going to sleep, usually in Kingston I would be up watching cable but here in Mandeville, there really was nothing else to do but sleep. Sleep until you die. It seems that the slow wireless internet connection only works during the day (even though I can see it at night). Might as well, because when it works - it BARELY WORKS. The night chorus is in full swing, dogs, crickets, little lizards. Not a fire trunk, airplane or siren to be heard for miles, my ears to sting.
Suddenlly a pene-wally came flying through the veranda grill and landed on my leg. I quickly brushed it onto the floor (thinking wow its almost like that scene in the movie Avatar). I could not remember if it had a bite but I doubt it because I used to catch them and put them in a bottle when I was a younger boy. There aren't alot of them now though, must be all the buildings or the pollution or tiger woods or because of the street lights. Though knowing that some are still there brings a certain comfort.
If there is only good thing about the night, then, it must be the fact that it makes for good thinking, dropping prose like pigeon, and watching people return from work/school. It is all the usual suspects, I may write about them someday but not today. I need to gather my thoughts, as the cold air whips pass my bear feet on the concrete, 2 arrive, seed delays, ( its too late, I have 10 roomates), then leaves, to concieve another night.
At times I miss the organized, routine structure of full time school and lunch money. Evening school is boring compared to the daytime possibility of someone getting into a fight then being suspended or the school getting burnt down by idlers. Everybody in evening school is tired and bored, wishing they were at home watching television. Daytime school is more chaotic and predictable at the same time. Perfect for people watching. I used to relish the times whenever I had free sessions between classes. I would sit idly and watch as the other students scrabbled to their classes or copied overdue homework assignments.
Usually everything would run like clockwork. But every now and again the power would go out or a teacher would be absent from class and for the lucky few; everything would grind to a pleasant halt. Time itself would stop and for that little time you were free. Old students would leave (never to be heard from again), new students would arrive (fresh faces to be tortured) and you are one step closer to the unknown end.
For some people school was a paid vacation. For me it was studying for one annoying test after another and surviving long enough without becoming the constant center of attention. I always hoped that this term would be the term when all the subjects were easy but there is always a diamond in the rough. That one subject sent from hell to make you miss the latest episode of Macgyver. If for nothing else but the fear of getting sent to dunce class next semester. I never aspired to be much but I certainly didn't want to be nothing at all. There was always a battle or a crush. Video games were expensive back in high school.
You'll be damned if you do, damned if you don't! Who to please? When to please? How to please? We can't please everyone but sometimes you just have to take what you get.
The heat is on, i think it's about 90 degrees outside and inside the un-AC-ed building the temperature is even higher since the electricity went. You can smell everything minus the AC at the office; people's breathe, the secretary's sweaty underarm, that girls' stocking eww, this is probably her third time wearing it without washing it.
Every few months this shit happens, especially around summer time. The electricity goes out then the Air Conditioning breaks down, then low voltage, then someone farts and you walk into it at the printer! Gross!
It's 2 pm in the afternoon, a time when niggaritis hits after consuming the over night food we all had for lunch, 4 out of 6 people are yawning, the other 2 are partially asleep at their desks, but from a distance they still manage to look busy.
I need to go home from this heat, maybe I should talk to the boss.