Thought bubble reader, that's his skill, it's worst than a migraine. He sees what you think, not what you see. He is worn and weathered for a young man. He avoids the crowds, I am just a regular guy, he mutters. I'm not weird or strange, he sighs as he picks some lint from the shoulder of his plain blue shirt, brushes his slacks that fit just right. You know they cross the street when I come up, even in daylight, they see me and say look how he walks, what's that bulge in his pocket. It's always a chilly reception, "what gang is he from", "there must be more of them". He sniffled, wiped his nose on his sleeve, "nose candy boy, share it but don't show it". They all think I am like them. It's like the actors fill the theater and I the only one in the audience and I'm on the stage. Damn, I'm just a regular guy.
Ever notice to be a black person in the media, movies, comics, you can't be a regular person. Dude you walk like you pooped a little in your pants......no man that's strut and walk like a pimp and it's not a limp, I ain't no gimp, ya know I'm exempt from your failed attempt, and I'm immune to your bias, deflect while you apply it. You don't realize that you can't criticize what you don't understand, you are on the outside of my realm man......I guess the Last Poets weren't really the last.
Hey man, what you doing in here. I don't know, I got a license to carry an unconcealed weapon, they know this. I was in a store when some hoods rushed in. I drew my pistol, they cursed at me, made me mad, turned my gun sideways to shoot. The cops came in saw my gun turned sideways, thought I was one of them, winged me in the shoulder.......You made the papers, "Black man with pistol turned sideways mistaken for a hood, gets shot." Yeah, here's the kicker, I go back to the gun dealer for further training and anger management, the whole room is filled with blacks and Hispanics all the same problem. I have to wear this brace that won't let me turn my gun sideways. They have a prosthetic for that? Yeah.
I am looking back over my years, I can't boast many specific skills as some. But I have absorbed many interest briefly and taken many notes. I was surprised to hear many comedians kept libraries of material, so I did the same. The note is so close to the original idea when jotted down at the moment of inspiration. I take lots of brief notes between episodes. You might say I'm a twitter brain without a Twitter account.
I can tell you a huge story with a small statement. Thus I give you the worlds greatest toys coming soon for your sci-fi kids.
1. the string-less yo-yo, perhaps called a "yo".
2. the sonic boomerang, also comes in a stealth model. (eat your heart out Batman!)
3. the iLite Saber, the Boy Scout pocket knife is passe. (user can't not flash airplanes) and yes Boy Scouts are Jedi. Still nothing beats a Girl Scout cookie. Oh wait, a Wookie with a perm.
4. 2D glasses, so that the world doesn't pop out at you. Flatten your friends.
"Ugh, my head. Did I sleep outside all night?" said Shakuan wearingly. He groggily lifted himself up and sat upright. He whisked his tongue around his mouth and noticed a few teeth were loose. Groaning both in pain and in embarrassment he looked around. He could see an aura glowing brightly from someone’s body and another void of spiritual energy. "Kenitha," he said grimly.He sat for a moment in lament then desperately scanned her body again and came up with nothing. He tried to console himself by rubbing his stomach, he felt like a piece of him was snatched away. He wanted to cry but was physically unable to after he lost his sight. He beat the ground with his fists until they were bruised and cursed his dry tear ducts. A few feet away Larry sprung up to his feet as if nothing happened. Maybe he didn’t realize what took place and was too perplexed to acknowledge anything could. Losing consciousness was something he never experienced, even before the shift. Larry walked towards Shakuan wondering what was going on. "How long was I out for? Hours? Wasn’t it still night?" thought Larry, still trying to comprehend what happened. He didn’t feel anything except an absence of time. As he was walking he saw her, he saw Kenitha. Initially he thought she was just knocked out and laying unconscious on the ground. He then noticed the hole. He crouched down next to her, lifted her head up by her locks and looked at her. He could see a tree a few feet away clear out the other side of her head through a gory hole. Making a face of disgust, he let her locks slip out of his hands one by one. Just as her head hit the ground Shakuan ran up on him and grabbed him by the collar and shook him. "Don’t you have any respect for the dead?" he asked angrily. "No," Larry answered blankly.........
Renpet will be released on March 31st. The price is $12.95 shipping/handling $5.00. You may purchase on: renpet331.blog.spot.com You mail email me directly at: renpet331@yahoo.com
At least in the sense the lights didn't go out and besides it only drained a little power from the grid. Earth 2 is slipping out of orbit and scientist thought to design the Magma-core drive to correct it. An array of reactors would fire up briefly each with the fury of a volcano to push earth back in it's place of balance. They have to be careful, there is still a hunk of space debris left we now call the moon. It use to be Earth 1.
The judge banished them to an abandon airplane graveyard in Arizona. Of course they came by plane with all they needed to survive. The ankle bracelets monitored their heart beats and the GPS kept them in the area. There they stood 20 hard men, a stack of plasma torches and junk airplanes in all directions as far as the horizon in each direction........ Twenty years passed, they built a large torus of airplane fuselage sections. They laughed at each other, "the world's biggest steel dough-nut." It was closer to the kind of space station NASA always said would orbit earth someday instead of that billion dollar Winnebago with oversize awnings. It did everything but fly, a big wheel on it's side with lights and turbo-fans and turbo props for ventilation. They cut off wings and made shade porches and cargo nets were draped everywhere. The air a strange mix of burnt metal and imagination and laughter. You see the radio said aliens were building a base in the middle of the airplane graveyard. But the real plan was to build a huge steel coffee cup to set next to the dough-nut.
Picture I found of an Airbus belly mock up, sleep on bottom, lounge on top, could build a ring city easy.
Every story comes out of somewhere, every character has to sleep wither he goes into stasis where he stands or must align himself with the horizon to recharge. My theme today is taking the tiny hut and realizing an encampment or a mega-city with a serious dreamscale upgrade.
Forget dams, viaduct rivers and tube cities are in. We live in a resource channel called the grid, the linear city is more efficient. Each tube is 500 feet across with the waterway between them. The skin on the tubes is solar reactive and can be transluscent like glas or fogged to control sunlight.
The cool thing, Maglev blade structure rides on magnetic bearings, no sound, no friction. The slightest breeze creates power.
ELIZABETH EDWARDS, JOHN EDWARDS, AND RIELLE HUNTER - AMERICA'S FASCINATION WITH POLITICS, SEX AND THE ART OF MANIPULATION: The 100% grown folks weekly update by Penelope & Otto on all you need to know in news, entertainment politics, current events and finance.Also, join us on our weekly segment on Getting Back to Work when we give you tips on "What to do during the Interview",
Saturday 3/20/2010 9:30pm CST 90 Minutes CLICK ON THE LINK AND JOIN US TONIGHT AT 9:30pm CST and call 718/508-9683 and TELL US WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND!
Read more…
We all laughed at the possibility of the jackalope. 'Littlefoot' sightings have come in from all over the world. I present to you another possibility with some excerpts from my Linux blog.
"As promised I am going to splice the genes of an elephant with that ofa chameleon. First you must have two species with the same nature. Inthis case the most obvious is the elephant with his ability to hide ina room. Then the chameleon who really doesn't hide but whispers soconvincingly (Jedi mind trick!) that you just don't believe he isthere. He says " you don't see me, do you?", the answer is always no."Man, don't force me to use my color skills on you."
"Then realize I am using metaphors. The elephant is the computer and thechameleon a particular kind of user (a digital artist, of course!)."
OK, now, let's see, move this nuclei here, snip, slice, diceand..............!?! There it is, the elephant can now ripple his colorin any pattern, shape, form and that tongue, you thought the trunk wasa nuisance. The chameleon, "you don't see me here, do you?", the answer is always no.
If you been in a smallish living-room with a huge digital TV or seen a digital billboard on the roadside, you'd know what I mean. Gene splicing has been done in the wild. Ever notice the kangaroo, camel and giraffe all have the same face? But don't try to talk to them, kangaroos will bop ya, camels spit (and smoke) and giraffe will look the other way and mutter (by the time the words come out, they are down the road anyway). Read more…
I don't read much. My wife's brother had a very old sci-fi collection book. I can't remember who the author of this story was. A Mars mission ended with the crew stranded. They camped outside a Martian ruin. While they waited for the rescue, the ruins became interesting and inviting. They found the ruins livable with what appeared to be homes and swimming pools. They broke camp, moved into the ruins. Over time, their blue eyes changed to almond and their skin mellowed to tan. With each day they melted into the old city. When the rescue crew finally arrived, all they found was the abandoned camp..... and the ruins that look so inviting.
I became a picture guy, love architecture and interior design, industrial design. The man is Syd Mead. Almost all of the major sci-fi movies I loved had elements designed by Syd Mead. I think he pioneered the doable future.
I also look at black abstract artist, if I can find them........like Sam Gilliam. Read more…
I am not a writer, perhaps I should be. I can map sci-fi onto reality, at times. Today I saw Blacks everywhere being squeezed out of the burbs and cities due to economic strains. Many have left the country, to Canada, to Mexico and even Africa. They all returned not because of money, the stint in America made them welcome visitors but home it was not. They had no choice but go to the Grand Canyon. There is a place there a mega-city. Looks like rocks and crevices at first, no they are structures. Canyons lined with glazing, and viaducts and terra farming on decks and under glass domes. From a distance, from the air it is invisible. The tourist trade bustles unabated, they in fact have no clue the techno splendor that the natural beauty hides in its clefs. How to get there? It is rumored an underground railroad similar to the one that freed the slaves. But times have changed it is not for fear of race violence, but the need to survive and flourish. By the way, jet cars and hover crafts are practical here, the wheel is ancient technology, useful but inefficient. We made black cities before, they ended in flames and tragedy, what makes this one different. You tell me, we just live in our time with what we have.
In the park of the central place there is a baobab tree, strange and imposing and mysterious, it manages to survive, like us.........Why a baobab tree, trunk can store water, it has flowers, fruit that been food stuff for Africans for eons. Even me with my urban upbringing have heard that the baobab was a tree of life. I have a big tree in my back yard, I would gladly chop it down and plant a baobab. Read more…
In another space I talked about ancient papers. I am intreged by movies that talk about mysterious and hidden knowledge. One day I stumbled upon Dr. Henry Louis Gates on his trip to Timbuktu. To hear that many manuscripts still exists in private hands, some in situations not caring for their preservation and deciphering,
"Wheels of Ezekiel Blackman, there is a real mystery here, we need answers!!" Yes Rappin, we need answers, answers that will turn the tide of black destinies everywhere." "Looks like the Penquinator was here first. He painted Egypt white so that they could get access and no one would question." "Except for us Blackman, the tinge of gray is a clue." "Right again Rappin, they can disguise it, but they can't hide it." "Timbuktu U was secretly involved in a project to map the universal truth into the DNA stream." "Wow Blackman, did that work?" "Yes Rappin, with excellent results, but in some...........which is why we had to hide it." Read more…
Sometimes the curiosity and wonderment of the educated when directed toward us reveals our true understanding of the universe, nature and ourselves. Check out this link and listen. It is almost a plot for several movies. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7n36qV4Lk94
This is Ron Eglash, mathmatician, poking around the Afrihood to find fractal "science" in common use. Was this knowledge the coursework at Timbuktu Univ.?
"Hey @$#%@! Forgot about us?" "Uh-huh, this dude must be half dead, staring at the sky and #$%@. Like he’s in love." Michelle smiled to herself when Larry said this. They had him surrounded and he had no strength to escape. "C’mere #$@%face. Thought you were just going to get away with no problem huh?" Larry grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up from the ground. He smacked him a few times in the face increasing the trickle of blood from his nose into a full nosebleed. Mike was helpless. When Mike‘s blood got on Larry‘s clothes, he threw Mike back on the ground. Mike landed flat on his back and managed to kick Larry hard in the shin but it had little to no effect. "Uh, are you trying to do something?" asked Larry sarcastically. In retaliation, Shakuan walked over and hit Mike in the leg with his knapsack a few times. Mike was scared but didn’t show it on his face, nevertheless, Kenitha could see the fear in his eyes, she glared viciously at Mike before she spat on him. Michelle kneeled down beside him and wiped the blood and spit from his face with her hand. She then wiped her hand on the front of his jacket, brushing hand across his chest. Mike tried to reel back but was entirely too weak. "You look so yummy right now. I could just eat you up." Michelle pouted. She held him by the chin and kissed him on the lips. It was a long sensual kiss that caught everyone off guard. For some reason, in spite of the situation, he kissed her back thrusting his tongue in her mouth. In the same instance, she licked his tongue and then punched him hard in the gut. He fell back to the ground clutching his stomach. The punch should have knocked him out but it energized him. He felt almost fully recovered regardless of how her bony knuckles made his abdomen feel. "Is she trying to help me? Did she collect some of the suns energy earlier and placed it directly in my body? What is she thinking? Could this have anything to do with how she grabbed me by my nuts earlier? Why does she torture me everyday anyway?" Mike’s mind raced with inquiry.......
THE FIRST 31 PURCHASES OF A RENPET T-SHIRT WILL RECEIVE A FREE COPY OF RENPET WITH THEIR ORDER. TO DO THIS, PLEASE DO YOUR PURCHASE THROUGH THE FOLLOWING LINK AFTER/ON MARCH 31ST:
In the Sci-fi Classics 50 DVD movie pack I just watched a 1960 movie called Assignment Outer Space by Antonio Margheriti. A somewhat slow movie but striking as a black guy fillied the screen, Archie Savage. Before Star Trek I didn't think we made it into space. Read more…
I guess because I am into structures and interiors I find myself trying to bring the virtual into reality. I hate what has become of so-called modern design, it is so cold, sharp cornered and flat planed. Some have gone off in the other direction into amorphous shapes, like molten lava lamps. I like various degrees of the hybrid. Some smoothness, some hard edge, some gaseous.
The point is can it be possible in the real world but too far gone for the mainstream and a risk for the cutting edge. Sort of like the sweat suit. When it first appeared in daily clothes context, it was high-tek fashion. The movies had advanced people wearing them, devoid of cultural markings, cerebral and sophisticated. Today the sweat suit is everyday wear in the sports context and the around the house lounge-ware, way more versatile than PJs.
I wake, shaking the dreamtime from my eyes. The circle in the middle of the room beckons me to stand tall but relaxed. The bed folds behind me, you gotta love Murphy beds, the treadmill comes from the floor. Putting the ear-buds and visor in place the room is transformed to a vast vista and I standing on a tiny platform can see jagged rocks and canyons of unexplored depths. A voice asks if I am ready to make todays leap of faith. I say yes and step forward. The view changes like the sky is tearing in every direction and the sound swallows me. I hear my heart race as the rhythm tells my body to run, jump, kick, glide and free fall landing where I started. I sit on a bench with a virtual friend talking about todays agenda while playing wari. I bathe and dress thinking reality is a different world unpredictable and scary.
Driving by home after home I always wonder how others live. Read more…
I have never been much a rock or psychedelic or hip-hop fan. There is music that gets me in that frame of mind I will call a sci-fi mode.
Sun-Ra just didn't do it, nor did John Coltrane. Archie Shepp had this ...........Picannany or can you back back doodlebug, and Sonnyboy Wilson and a few more when I hear them I am leaping into warp drive. I also liked Eddie Harris who was so advanced. His electric sax was complex and articulate. He was not taken seriously then or now. Everytime I heard Eddie Harris move beyond popular music I soar and kick stars out of their orbits.
Another big banger for me was Weather Report, I thought Joe Zawinal was magic and Wyane Shorter too for a good stretch. The worst is when something is trendy and dies. I did like Miles Davis and the Bitche's Brew thing but he never left the planet for me. The ones who pushed the cosmic consciousness and Egyptian religion/culture revisited never made me feel right, though Alice Coltrane was spacey.
I think jazz folks today are stuck on earth. I haven't heard many venture out into new worlds of late. Since Eddie Harris there hasn't been one Black jazz musician to pickup the electric sax and extend it. We now have the EWI (Electronic Wind Instrument) and no young jazz lions have enlisted, other genre yes. The hottest instrument since the vibraharp is the Chapman Stick. If you ever watched touch or tap guitar playing you'd know what I am talking about. So that note I came across Kevin Kieth and the Electronic Jazz Ensemble.
When I am in the sci-fi M.O.D.E., that is when the art visions start. If I played an instrument I probably be in space now. I like music that causes that exhilarating brain shift, like being suspended in time. Read more…
"When you cannot make up your mind which of two evenly balanced courses of action you should take – choose the bolder." – W.J. Slim
Lying in my bed tossing and turning, trying to find that sweet spot to fall into a deep and fulfilling rem. Then I got to it, right there, and off i fell. My mind took me to it's favorite place, a nice recurring dream, where I am in the arms of a lovely woman, her curly locs entwined within my fingers, our legs locked in place and our mouths doing a dance of the tongue. mmmmm i just love it here, no issues no worries just non stop love making and it just keeps getting better and better. Im oblivious to anything and anyone, especially the young korean girl who has just entered my home. She is looking for me and yelling my name as loud as she possibly can.
"Mr James..Mr James.."
I am still deep in this sleep yet I can distinctly hear my name being called over and over, and then a tug ... "mr James, wake up , you got to come quick come quick , shop burning"
I awoke ..well sort of with a thick hard on and wondering how the hell she got in my house and the dogs didnt bark?... "Ok Ok im awake Im awake.. call 911 it will be alright"
"no ..911 already called we need your help mr james please come hurry now..."
She bolted down the stairs and out the house.. I put on some jeans, sneakers and my leather coat and ran behind her.. as I rounded the corner i could smell the fire, the smoke, and see the girl.. The store, Ms Choi's Needful things and pawn shop, is where my heart was housed, amongst the many other odds and ends.
As i looked upon the firemen fighting the blaze I started to wonder , what will become of me now? "mr James mr james I cant find my Oma"
we walked over to the man in charge at the scene to see if Ms Choi had been found or might have been on a stretcher..or something!! "a woman ran back into the building, I have my men searching for her now" just then two firemen arrived with Ms Choi, she was wearing an oxygen mask, and immediately grabbed her grand daughter.. I was happy to see her small frail frame.. and overcome with emotions.. this little hard woman had been caretaker to my most precious gift, and now she was in our arms but still defiant..
"lemme go lemme go.. Mr james .. " "Ms Choi please sit down and rest, dont worry about the shop"
"shop?" she looked up at me with those warm wrinkled brown eyes, "mr james I am insured.. i can recoup all of my investments, plus i managed to save most of my more treasured pieces over there on the corner, policeman watching over it for me..I no trust him tho so Sung Ye next door neighbor is watching him too....I not worried for me.. I worry for you"
"Ok dont stop your babbling now, out with it" "Mr James, you know of love and happiness, they usually go together, just like joy and pain. people often forget that when you decide to love to also prepare for the pain, you hid your heart away in hopes to spare you of the pain, but what of it now Mr James? Do you not have joy, do you not have happiness, you have love for the things you want to love, these loves are unconditional, they require little to no work on your part except that you be you..hmmmm but the passion of a lover and the need for a companion requires work and it also comes with pain.."
"Ok im not liking this.. where is my heart .. what are you saying?
"mr james " Every great leap forward in your life comes after you have made a clear decision of some kind" Your heart is in there.. the fire...do you want it? Go get it"
I had a decision to make, right then right now, I didnt know what to do, so i just ran into the store ......
"Mr James Mr james ..to the left in the wardrobe.." was what the young korean girl shouted...
"oma you sent him back into those flames ..he could die" Ms Choi looked up at her grand daughter .."hmmm he could die that is a possibility .. "Man is only truly great when he acts from his passions."
I made it past the firemen who yelled obscenities at me and gave chase... I got through the door way and headed left, the smoke was burning my lungs, but i saw the wardrobe .. it was a flame but one door had fell off its hinges and I was able to reach in and grab the box just as the firemen reached and grabbed my ass!!
"you are one dumb mutha fuka.. you could have died in here"
"yes but if I hadn't gone in I might have died anyway"
I made it back over to the ladies and really had not looked into the box. It felt different and I just assumed that it was the same one. The building was now fully engulfed and was burning out of control.. It would be only a matter of time before it was all over.
I turned to Ms Choi, and said "here you go,..at least I was able to salvage this"
"Was it worth the pain Mr James? the fear of loss? the realization and the passion to fight for something you wanted that badly? "
"it was worth it, damn worth it"
"good ..cause this is not the box that holds your heart, and now it appears it has burned up in the flames Mr James.. gone is your heart that you hid here to protect it from pain and hurt.. what will you do now?
I stood there, stammering for the next 10 minutes.. I had this deep emptiness and feeling of woe, yet I had this hope from where I do not know.. but hope rings eternal they say..and just when a tear fell from my cheek to my chest , Ms Choi gave me a thick sterling bracelett.. enscribed
There are seldom.If ever, any hopeless situations, but there are many people who lose hope in the face of some situations.
I thought about those words and smiled.. "im going to be all right Ms Choi.. I will go speak to the policeman and see how we can move the rest of your things"
As i walked over to the cop, i noticed that a lovely lady with long flowing curly locs walked over to the ladies and sat with them for a minute .. I wondered what they were talking about and really wondered who she was..
"ms choi, I just came by to thank you for my purchase yesterday and low and behold the store is on fire, are you ok ?
"ah yes i am quite ok my love.. and how are you enjoying the nice velvet box ?
"Oh it is so lovely I have yet to open it and deposit my things inside but I am quite sure it will be ok.thank you again.. by the way , who is that over there with the policeman? He seems to be quite interested in us it seems"
"Oh him, nice man. he is the former owner of that box..you should thank him one day"
"well bless him, I will do just that right now..hmmm hope my hair is holding up"
as she walked up to me, I looked over her shoulder and saw the little girl nudging Ms choi something fierce..
"oma how could you.. you sold his heart to the lady"
"shhhhhhh let us watch my plan in action..."
and so it goes.......I shook my head and rolled over , damn had I been asleep all this time? was I still dreaming? the shower was running, I guess I would soon find out
do you have a safe place for your heart and your love?Read more…
~~ Today I am writing about my most recent journey to "Madame Sung Choi's house of Needful things and Pawn Shop emporium" Quite a place..
I walked in, bounding and so ready ..so dam ready to pick up my heart for which I pawned some 13 years ago. As I walked throughout the shop, some new and old oddities struck my attention as things in this shop always do.
Hmmmm the worn and tattered band of leather, simply called the "humility bracelet" always catches my eye. I usually try it on just so that some of that essence can rub off on me.
I avoid like the plague, the mirror "of self indulgence" most don't notice the plaque above it until they have fully gazed into it.. and then its a bit too late..
aaahhhh here we are, the loves lost and found section...you know you are here when you see the sign above your head that reads
"If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater."
As i move through the section, I see that the good madame has added more thoughtful sayings to adorn the "Needful things" that people covet...
I picked up one, a very nice and un assuming pen. Light to the touch, but was inscribed "He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her."
hmmm I thought, and pondered those words for a moment...
"aaahhhh mr james, you have picked up a pen that weighs an easy 60lbs, the weight is of a heavy heart, but you have no heart for love of a woman so it weighs nothing to you now does it?
I turned to see what little troll was bothering me again, and but of course it was the madame.
"So mR James ...you do know I totally enjoy ..how does my grand daughter say..Play with your head hehehe"
"ahhh Ms Choi u do play with it well, so tell me, any takers for my heart as of yet?
"Nope..yours is a bitter one Mr james, not many women want bitter these days, not even the ones that are confident they can change such"
I was a bit taken a back with the comments but moved on.."So can I see it?
"but of Course MR James, it is yours after all"
and with that she removed a medium sized Romeo y Julieta; cased in black velvet, cigar box. It was magnetic and seemed to pull me even closer to it, as I gazed upon the gold seal that secured it ""I am a lover and have not found my thing to love."
Everything in my body ached as took the box into my grasp, and held it close to my chest; the fears and tears streamed down my cheeks and onto the box as i pulled it away.
"hmmm it still has the same affect on you Mr James, even after so many years gone by. So why are you here again Mr James?
"I just wanted to hold it, to see...."
"To see what!
She came closer to me, and all at once as I recoiled back this little ol korean woman had my throat in her hands and was lifting me off the floor!
"You are here for what? To claim or just to amuse yourself? You remember what the deal was and what you must tender in order to obtain it Mr james ..don't you remember Mr James..you do know what I speak so speak..speak !!
"I will if you let go of my fucking throat..I managed to pull away from her grip..I know who I am, I am a man, who knows what love is and what it is not; who has learned the hard way to love without fear and most of all to acknowledge it and not dismiss it."
"So you have grown since we last met..hmmm do you still break hearts mR james?
"I am no heart breaker, but I have broken hearts not intentionally mind you and I have made amends for such, I cannot help who loves me even though I may make it quite clear that I am not ready for such. yet it happens none the less"
"Many lessons u seem to have learned since the last time, but also many women Mr James..many women too"
"Ms Choi, i am a man, and a single man at that. I do have needs, and even given into the temptation of the flesh, I still know enough not to promise women all that I cannot give; not to say the things they want to hear,I just put me out there and let them decide for their selves"
"hmm well then are you ready to tender mr james?
"The words you want to hear, i will not say, but I know them cause they are etched into my soul "Lonely is a man without love."
and with that I turned away and marched out of the door, I was glad that i could stand the strain of holding my heart again, and at the same time the utter dis belief that no one wanted such a heart.
I walked down the lonely alley, and turned to wave at Ms Choi and her granddaughter, as i turned i heard something that gave me hope...
'Grandma you lie so bad, you know that many women come in and inquire about the heart of Mr James, yet none know or have the correct tender for it. Even the one woman just yesterday had the correct tender but you denied her. Why why grandma do you protect this more than any other collectable?
the old woman paused as she watched me walk away, and then uttered some prophetic word indeed "The best proof of love is trust."Read more…
