Mayonaka(Dead of Night) Pt.3

They beat his face to a pulp. His nose smashed. And then the worst part came. All i could do was scream till my voice was hoarse and my tears were never ending... still never ending. A man with a masamune sword approach Ryuu and stabbed his heart. He ripped the beating blood-saturated heart out of his chest and threw it at my feet. My soul imploded, my heart blown into a million pieces. So i ran, ran into the darkness...put on a mask...and turned up to Finch Pointe. My safe ground, far from the yakuza, far from the pain. This is why i mix my music and pump the bass loud. Because i cant get the beatingof his heart out of my head... and the music drowns out my pain.
*thump thump thump*

Mayonaka(Dead of Night) Pt.2

He said he was going to gift me something special when i arrived. So, when i reached the shop i threw the door open and yelled his name
"Ryuu!"
"I'm in the back X!"
I throw my crap in a corner and hurriedly stumble to the back room, where he had a chair waiting for me and a needle in his hand.
"What's this Ryuu?"
"Its your present, what do you want?"
"Well, I never thought about getting a piercing other than my ears.... What do you think would look good?"
"...Snake Bites"
"Don't those go on your bottom lip?"
"Hai!"("yes" in Japanese)
I would do anything for Ryuu, he was my life at the time, everything revolved around him in my eyes.
So i got them, the snake bites, and i loved them, because he loved them. After he penetrated my flesh with the stainless steel needle,there was going to be a loud crash from the front in about 3 minutes. So, Ryuu finished putting in the studs in my lip, and explained to me that he had a dark secret.
"X, I'm going to die....in a few seconds"
"What the fuck are you talking about Ry? This isn't funny."
"I'm not joking, Ive lied to you X...I'm so sorry."
"RYUU!! What is..."
Cut off from a loud crash from the front, i saw for the first time, fear seep out of his majestic eyes.
"Im part of the Yakuza, X... and ive messed up...real bad. Just know that i love you..."
Men covered in vivid tattoos rushed Ryuu. I coudlnt help but scream and leap out of the chair. I tried bashing one the guys heads in, but he threw me against the wall in a chokehold....and made me watch. i remember every hit thrown to his body. They ripped his shirt off and revealed the huge dragon i tattooed on his back, the fire blazing up his neck , all the way behind his left ear.

Mayonaka (Dead of Night) Pt.1

I was removing, removing the piercings from my bottom lip. They are made of rose-gold and they are the japanese symbol for music.(like this:.)  I sat on my bathroom counter letting the Q-tip fill with peroxide. I looked into the mirror and stared at the two holes in my lip. I guess it was the way the holes looked in my lips but it reminded me of his eyes, so dark and endless...
          The wind whipped me raw as i was rushing to his shop. I was in Ishikawa, Japan and I was in love. In love with a japanese boy, who made my heart sang, every time i glanced at his coal colored eyes. He was a professional piercer and he was a master at the art.
          

INKED UP

I would give Johnny Guilano a bar code tattoo on the back of his neck or on the left side of his chest over his heart. I would do it in white ink. White ink gives a scar effect to tattoos, it looks less like a tattoo and more like a scar on lighter skins. I chose a bar code because he is like a product of the corrupt society. Since, hes apart of illegal transactions, e.t.c.

Sluggish Ventilation pt.2

          After, a long day at work I rush home. I shower quickly, dress, and run to Nails,Naturals, & Weaves. I made an appointment a few hours before the Drag show. I wanted to NOT look like a hot mess at a fabulous event. So, Sugar hooked me up with squiggly cornrows that stopped half way so my blond fro poked out. My curls were looking so defined and gold, I had to go back home and change my outfit to match my marvelous hair!
         Making a nice entrance with my backless gold halter top, denim skinny jeans, and purple suede pumps. I sit in the second row of seats. The second contestant caught my eye most of all. She(HE) was workin the catwalk and after the show I rushed up to her(him).
"Hey babe, what's your name? "
"Ms. Amanda Reckonwith, can i help you gurl?"
"I just wanted to let you know, you blew my mind. Thanks for doin ya thang, it made my night."
"Oh, thank you huney Gurl!"
I get blown a kiss, and I walk home.
I feel pretty full with life tonight! It's a start Mr.Clown.

Sluggish Ventilation pt.1

           I was hoping, hoping that the omelete, hash browns, pancakes, biscuit with gravy, turkey sausage, and the tall glass of cold OJ came fast. Sitting in the raggedy booths of 26 hour Diner, I scrutinize the dull grey sky and the quickly falling drops of rain. At 8:00, 35 minutes after I order my food, im about ready to rip the hair out of my head and foam at the mouth. SO HUNGRY! Finally, the crabby waitress that reeks of cigarettes plops my steaming plates on the table.
"Hey, by any chance do you know how to speak any arabic?"
"Seriously?"
I dig in. It was worth a shot right?

My boss is my next victim. Sure enough, she knew what my creepy clown quote meant!
"Live your life to the fullest little spirit, or death will find you quickly."
"Well, thats sorta bizaare."
"Your tellin me, kid."

I try and finish all my work at Blat it Tat, because there's a drag queen show tonight!!! Unfortunately, its being held in Queen's Palace. At least, there will be some type of entertainment tonight though. Last week, i went bowling. Bowling. REALLY? I wanted someone to just shoot me. ITS SOO LAME! I was feeling pretty pathetic for being at Garret's Lanes. So, i had to cheer myself up with some donuts after that.STRIKE!

Inferno

          I was leaving, leaving Creative Movement's pole dancing class. Wiping the sweat off my brow, I watch a guy pull up in front of the carnival. What was his name again? DREXEL! That's it...i think. I wave, but he doesn't see. He doesnt even park, he just drives off into the night. Shrugging it off. I see why he drove off. There was a FIRE! HOLY SHIT! I dig out my cellphone, and dial 911. Hopefully the ambulance and firetruck(s) shows up soon. Because the smoke was already suffocating, and i just got to Finch Pointe's entrance. I rush inside, my eyes welling up with tears. In my apartment, my thoughts slip back to what that clown said. I repeat it, over and over again. Still yet to find an translation.
        

Rackets and Clowns Pt.2

I just went back to sleep after the whole Keezy visit. I was very happy I didn't have to wake up early for work tomarrow.
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     I awoke to the sound of laughter and the scent of funnel cake and cotton candy. I put on my transformers shirt, black skinny jeans, and knee-high black doc martins. I was set to mix things up after i towel dried my soft golden curls. I plug in my DJ equipment and get ready to rock my own morning and any other mortals near apt. 321! I get an invincibility feeling when i DJ. My heart pumps immortal passion through my veins when I indulge the lyrics. I love the feel of the vinyl beneath my fingertips. I get my new underground hip-hop record, and place it on my swagged out turntables. The first song that plays is "So Amazing" by Termanology.Of course i got to slip some Malcolm X samples in there.That's when my whole being synergizes with the frequency, polyphonic rythm, and just the whole flow of it. The bass vibrates the wooden floors and accelerates my alter-ego "DJ X".
     I finish my reviving mix session, and decide to stroll my way to the fair. I'm careful to avoid any clowns. I cut through the gap between the donut shop and the apartment building and explore the "Behind the Scenes" of the carnival. Freaks galore. Among the strong men, ride conductors, fire dancers, bearded women, obese midgets, and snake charmers i saw a normal looking chick in a leotard. Which was pretty odd, i wondered if she was lost. Oh.Wait.Never mind! Out of nowhere the "normal looking" chick bends into a back-bend and crawls through her legs and started to walk in her back-bend thing. Holy crap! Contortionist are freakishly amazing, i swear to god!
     I bolt my way into the crowd of semi-familiar faces after i spotted a clown in the back. All this commotion was exciting. Finch Pointe is normally is a boring, run-down place and believe me , I can't wait till those pay-checks stack up, so I can get the hell out of here; BUT it was nice to have a fun colorful shock, in this little gray town. I follow the scent of funnel cake like a hound, to the fried food booth. I order a hot funnel cake with fudge drizzeld banana slices on top. Life just got three times better.
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     Hours after some fun at the carnival, I'm back in my apartment, gazing out of my window.
 I let the wind fill my stuffy little apartment and flow right back out into my stuffy little town. As i take in all the little things i enjoy in this world, there IT stood again. The same damn one too. It walked right across the carnival to the apartment building and stood in front of it. As if he was some deranged Romeo.WTF! I can't help but loathe these creatures called clowns. I slam my window closed. F*ck Fear!
     I rush down three flights of stairs to the lobby. I make a sharp right and meet It in the dark space of carnival fantasies to my dull reality. It stares. I glare. I walk up to it face to face.
"What's your problem...Clown?"
"...."
"...." Is this thing going to say any---
"تعيش حياتك إلى أقصى الروح قليلا، أو الموت سوف تجد لك بسرعة."
It runs.Runs into the shadows. I'm left standing there.A single tear runs down my tan cheek.
"What does that mean?"
Guess it looks like i'm going to need someone who speaks Arabic to translate for my one-language speaking self. 
       

Racket And Clowns

     I was sleeping, sleeping comfortably in my black sheets. Until I heard this loud noise that basically scared the shit out of me. I jump out of my warm bed , and I'm already getting grouchy. I look out my slightly open window and my flesh crawls at what I see. It was just standing there. Just standing and staring into my soul. With its make-up covered face and ratty rainbow sprayed hair. I just wanted my spine to crumble and my skin to melt.I felt its pitch black eyes pierce my heart with its fake jolliness and utter creepiness.Im frozen. My size 6 1/2 feet are glued to my hardwood floors.
     Thats when i heard a gentle rapping at my door. I thought i was going crazy and just hearing things. The "happy-maker" was still outside my window. The breeze embraces me with its icey grasp. Tap Tap Tap. There was another knock. I answer my door only wearing my pajamas, which consist of superhero underoos and a black beater shirt. There stood a beautiful man named Keezy Le'Breezy. He was definetly not an eye sore.But he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed either.
"Yo Keezy."
"Really X?"
"What?"
"Underoos?"
OH SHIT. I slam the door shut. and search my floor for a pair of pants and a sports bra. The lights are still off, so i sneak a peak out my window. Its Gone. Another shiver goes down my spine as i hop into my baggy jeans.I reach for my owl shaped doorknob.Take 2.
"Hi again!"
"Finally."
"Shut the fuck up, why are you here so god damn late?"
"I had a crazy day .OK.Plus its only 12 a.m."
"ONLY? Aight, so whatsup Kee?"
"Theres a carnival in town."
"Thats all you wanted to tell me?"
"..., Imma go now."
"...Dueces Hit Me Up Earlier."
"Adios X."

                                               PT.2 OF RACKETS AND CLOWNS COMING SOON

PreMeditated Cringes

     I was walking, walking hard on the pavement. The hairs on the back of my neck routinely rise every time i gotta walk by Queen's Palace. That place gives me the heebie-jeebies! Unfortunately, i left my favorite hoodie in my apartment so i'm stuck with shivering in this cold ass breeze. So, i'm almost past the titty bar and i'm trying my hardest to ignore all the cat calls directed toward my "sweet ass". I just wanna get some vinyls from Dj Mixes and then show up to work at Blat it Tat Tat.  I might actually enjoy my morning if i could get there sooner. 
     I get there. I'm shuffling through the dusty vinyl crate, hoping to find some decent hip-hop records."Ok fuck the wannabe gangster stuff, where the hell is the lyrically satisfying bass-filled Hip-Hop that used to be blasted in every nigga's caddy?" I mutter under my breath. I finger my bleach blonde curls that form my puerto rican looking fro. " Nice Tat'..." says the guy that works there. "Thanks." I guess you could say my half sleeve was pretty nice. With huge pink and pastel orange Dalia flowers, soaring black birds, and the sheet music from the "God Bless The Child- Billie Holiday" song intertwined amongst the Dalias covering my tan forearm it was pretty awesome. Anyways, i bought some underground hip-hop record and made my way to work. First of all, before any traveling to work i needed to get some coffee for me and my boss. My boss can be pretty cranky if she doesn't get a hot caramel mocciatto in the morning. I always get either a hot or iced Chai tea. While i'm waiting for our coffee in the donut shop, my eyes get that dreamy look while debating or not if i should get a delectable cream-filled donut.
     Grubbin' on my donut and sipping on my today's pick hot chai tea, i speed walk to Blat it Tat Tat which is only a block away. I get there, the steamy chai tea eased my continuous shivering fortunately. I swing open the door to the tat shop and get greeted with the loud noise of penetrating needles and the sound of The Smiths coming from my boss's ipod. I loved this place. I pass the coffee to my boss, and recieve a smile. 1 POINT FOR ESO! sweet. Well, this was going to be a good morning after all.