My Tiny Dancer

Last night when i went to bed i realized just how much i love my lady. I was just about to pass out and i began to remember that she was leaving on vacation tommorow night, (which now is tonight) it was sorta like realizing you left the stove on when you're in the middle of the grocery store and about to check out. I was actually almost greif stricken. One whole week without boo. That sux ass! But the other half of me was like, why? One week of solid R and R, all the time in the world to do the shit around the house that may need done. It was hard to differentiate my true feeling until this morning. I just didn't want her to leave, at all, in any shaope form or fashion what so ever! I can't even figure out why this is on my mind so much. I really hope all will be well in the ensuing week. Peace out ya'll. Be true to thine own self.

Reverse victory

Lets start off a the tender young age of 3, moms' decides to pack it all up and move back to where it all began. The way life would unfold there of was anybody's guess. She already had her son and one of two daughters, the second one was still on the way. Life is the best school and experience the best teacher, or so they say, but when it comes to those you love, what would you spare them? What pain would you keep them from suffering through? All nice thoughts, but almost impossible all the same. The next few years were full of turmoil that would make the average man kill some one just to ecscape. Luckliy, for the characters in this story, their saving grace was family. The son never really got to do anything to put and end to the way he felt inside caused by what he saw and endured. The two little girls got the some of the bad and some of the absolute very best in the life they were soon to live. The story of this trio would be that of miracles and fairy tales. The end of it all has yet to be painted by the hand of fate.

My Boo

Let me start off by telling ya'll all about the lovely lady in my life. Anyone and everyone we are cool with know as D'arcy, to certain others, Dark Vader, and to me, her biggest fan, boo and sometimes Mrs. Villalobos. The best moments of my life for the last eight have been shared with this lovely woman. When the worst happens and one gets caught in the element of disharmony, she is the cube chilling the tea. I have been known to get really pissed off and let my temper gt the best of me, especially with those goddamn shit-ass haters, but boo, she's got that logic, the type of logic to overwhelm the brute irrationalism that seeths through me when those mements in time occur. Boo does the coolest shit too, sometimes i open the fridge and there sits all my favorite goodies; capacola, pepper jack cheese by the block, Tropicana orange juice with LOTS of pulp, so much goddamn pulp you gotta chew it before you can gulp it down. Then she will always throw me for the loop with some suprises, boo may come home and take me to the baldino's, thats always the height of any day, sometimes she'll wake me up and take me to tybee and smoke my back out. All in all I don't even feel as though i deserve some one as special as she is. I've heard many say that if one is to let something precious go, and it returns, it is truly yours forever, my lady is proof to me that this is true. We split up once before, and when she came back we picked up right where we had left off. I like to treat her to the good life as much as i can, but it isn't always that easy, sometimes i can only love her as much as i can to show her all the appreciation that i have for everything she does to show me how much she truly loves my ass.
Look at this shit, a paragraph!!!! The first time ever in the blog for myself. Gotta let ya'll in some cool ass shit i recently discovered. This shit is the shit!!!! I still dig those old skool cartoons, you know how a nigga be rollin and shit, so you'll love this shit man, that ain't no joke. But, i got chicken fingers on the hold in the kitchen so i gotta be gettin on with the gettin if you know what i mean. Ya'll stay up, and look foward to the FEAST of FEASTS!!!!!!! This ain't no snickers commercial either, I'm talking grub motherfucker, shit you slap yo momma to eat. We even plan on outposting some grills just to get our grub on juuuuuussssttt right. Until then keep ya apeptite in check, Nikia Jones out.

If I don't make it back........

Well, in a few days I'll be headed to florida, I'm leaving on the ninth and should be returning on the thwelfth. This is the only thing i am leaving in regards of my return. Should i not make it back the fault lies in this blog itself, a good freind of mine will have the key to crack the code that i have put on the page. The trip we are taking has an underlying purpose and it is because of this i have made certain preparations including this particular blog entry. I have premptively resolved myself for certain death, or even worse. I don't fear death, and i will be coming heavy in case the shit hits the fan, the part that i dread the most is that if we are followed or hunted down for taking the stand against this particular tyrant like establishment. The people that i will be traveling with are more than trustworthy, and some of my closest allies, but on the flip side they also lack in resolve and the realization of real danger. Until next time, if there is one. Nikia out.

The Granada

Well, it's been the slightest bit too long since i've blogged it up on the hood side of my internet escapades. I gotta hit ya'll with that real talk about my ol car. It ain't no bucket, however i have heard it called the heap, the boat and the grand nothing, but my ride the shit man. I go that straight 6 3.3 a killer ass audiobahn sound system that sounds like the devil climbing outta my trunk. It's got all blue leather interior, a set of lights in the far back panels for reading, and an ashtray built in the back of my bucket seats instead of ashing into the door and getting sucked out by the wind. The console in my car is an insert and that kinda sux a donkey dick, but it does work just right for my beverage and my hater blockers. (shades) The glove compartment is like a tomb when locked shut, and i know this because i have tried to pick the lock to no avail. The only thing that is killing me in the worst way is the dam leak its got. This leak sux so bad that i lose compression due to the fact that its the rear main seal. I gotta get it to the mechanic asap. I named my ride Anubis, that kicks ass. There's so much in that name alone you would spend half the week trying to google it and find out what all there is to know on that name. The point in closing that i have, is simply this, the days of my hoopty sittingup in the yard waiting for some cruisin and fresh tank of gas is all in the past, soon the fury and the horse power of my built ford tough engine will be purring and securing all across the seaport my nigga. Ya'll pay some bills and take the next to the dome. Nikia JOnes out.....

So slick he glide when he walk!!!!

Alright fuckers, been a good minute since i hit you with that feel 4 real deal so i guess that i want to let ya'll in on the transition(s) i've been in and out of over nad over again. I got mad love for my niggas, and here recently i've come to understand some of them in new ways. However, right along with this i have come to see into one of them in a whole new light and now more than ever i fear the very worst for him. The way that i saw him before was almost close-minded and hell bent in his ways. But more and more i am starting to wonder of his motives and what truly lies in his heart. This man can enlighten me and widen my horizon with a conversation, on the same wave length, he can utterly destroy and leave amuck things that one has put emphasis on straight from there heart. I can't say that i hurt because of this person, but i know that any one else in my place may have already given up. Then there's faith, i have faith, in my wife, my future, my writing, my abilities all the way around. I have lost faith in things like music, especially alot of this new shit. I have no reason to turn on a radio station 82 percent of the time just because most of what is coming out of it is shallow and padantic. The best things in life are free, that is something i have tons of faith in. There's alot more to life than what is in my pockets, but so much of the truly GOOD things in life pass so many by that awake one day and feel as though they have wasted it all. I know that this is morbid and atrocious thinking but it is better to resolve oneself in his wholeness than to simply act as though you can live through your own dictation. I can't keep typing at the the moment cause of the man and his death grip on a nigga. I'll holla shortly. BE EASY> never sleazy

The contraptions of evil

Well, hello once again sportsfans. Tonight is totally gay, i'm riding solo, and i'm hungry as all motha fuckin get out. The shenkster lucked out and dipped only 8 whole minutes after she arrived. So i'm here waiting for the last 4 cake eaters to show up and then my food........ Thats a whole different tale to tell. Yesterday was the schiz-nizzled-bam-dizzle i got off early and ate god to death, then i got some beers in me and cooled out for half the night. All the way around it kicked ass. When i get outta here tonight i hope to hang out tough with my lady and get my grub on again. The german freindly is tonight, so naturally all these goofy dressed dudes are moping around this piece not speaking to any one who doesn't look as rich as they may, and leaving there drinks out in the open and sometimes even spilling them. Rich folks...... dam. Any how the highlight of the day so far was the big fall, two chicks one bag one fall, to asses in the air!!!! I wish i could've recorded it and put a play by play on here for you non-reading assed onry hoe bags. The dude just got back with the light, i'm gonna go burn a square, ya'll be easy, big shouts to the gun man, who i found out is under the weather, holla. Nikia Jone$ out.