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The Drunken Party

Hello friend We've danced, we've fought, showed everyone how it's done and lost beautifully.  Been a crazy couple of years yet they say the only way to go is down. Joke’s on them, the only way we go is down, anyway.  Everything is broken. We couldn't get it this wrong by just making bad decisions. Our collective nightmares look better than this clusterfuck.  A nation failing used to mean a little broke and just needing a few friends and dad-types to bail them out. A little begging and a little crawling and free beer was back on by happy hour. This morning, its everybody stay at home, lock yourselves in and pray to somebody. I religiously avoid reading off signposts and boards these days. Fuel stations scarred me. Prices doubled and are now looking to run away. We ran out of room on those billboards bro!! Whole industry had to reset. Those numbers look drunk. Then we took investment advice and bought bitcoin, an apparently volatile asset that could swing wildly either wa...

Good Morning, my neighbours

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Welcome home.   Nothing to see here. Just needed an outlet. Had to vent. Remembered I own this blog and voila. This is like the 33 rd annual I’m back piece. If I should leave you again, find somebody else. Promise me. There’s this. This new me might not be for you (actually, He's sort of new, but kind of old. Try reading my very first post).  If you liked the old me better, he wrote some mushy love poems. Find them. They were to keep Laimia around. Might work for you. Have had no luck. So where do I even begin? Been in and out of here so many times it's almost as if I hate sleeping with you, but you just keep laying there. You make it so easy to disappoint you. Go out, do something, kill a person, a bee, something. Save us, please. I’m going away to form some coherent thoughts. We’ll be feasting soon. Wendy might even set us up with a new home. Hell, we might even cash out.    Till then, read my old shit. Love You....

These Rules

Welcome home. Yeah yeah, I wish I had an explanation. Maybe you will accept me for who I am and just take these posts like that. Every year I change. Every year I go on a hiatus. All those bad relationships prepared you for me. All those times you said never again and then thrust your tongue down Fii’s throat the very weekend. Yeah, treat me the same way. I love you too. Let’s just get this sexcapade going. So you koraa do you know what you are doing? Last week, you claimed you were done with James. Nanso see. Wo fenfam ne ho s e posters. Abena nso saa ara. Oww nansa yi de e I won’t buy anything I don’t need, I need to save money. Nanso makeup baako ye 2k. Obi nso should come and say something aah Emma. Wasting time to write down New Year’s Resolutions and tearing down everything before March. Akoa yi y e guy. Me ankasa koraa, I’m no better. Broken so many rules of my own and paid for it each time. Jack, e ny e easy. I was fine when I didn’t go...