Tuesday, March 19, 2013
. [RED RIDING IN THE HOOD] PART TWO... AN EROTIC TALE
[RED RIDING IN THE HOOD] PART TWO ...AN EROTIC TALE
the soundtrack...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJEJaBNd0dg&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynrag_KPu_0fLrHVAsrYW9fSx
Mr Wolf adjusts the covers and says "Come in." in his best old lady voice.
Red walks in and Mr Wolfs dick grows hard under the covers as she takes off the cloak and walks over to where he is.
Red says "Grandma what are you doing in the bed at this hour?"
"Well Red, I have been a little under the weather lately.
"What is that you have in your hand dear?"
"Oh this is for your party."
"What." Mr Wolf catches himself but Red notices it.
"Grandma what big eyes you have." she says and Mr Wolf answers her "The better to see you with my little angel."
Red pushes on "What big feet you have Grandma." and her eyes trail back up slowly and stop to rest on the lump at his midsection.
"And what is that grandma?"
"Oh that a hot water bottle dear."
Before Mr Wolf knows what is going on Red says "Let me refill it for you." She reaches under the covers and her hand closes around his dick and he throws back the covers and grabs her and pulls her skirt up and rubs his dick against her pussy and Red almost comes right on the spot.
She look down at his dick and falls to her knees as he pushes her down and his dick dangles in her face.
He grabs the back of her head and pulls her face to his dick she opens her mouth and takes it in.
Mr wolf feels no teeth and he is amazed what he does not know is that Red is quite the little freak and she has been practicing with anything she can get her hands on.
Bananas, cucumbers and zucchini as she has satisfied her young sexual needs.
She sucks him until he is weak in the knees and pushes him back on the bed and climbs on his dick and she rides him forwards and backwards and her pussy seems to do incredible things making all kinds of sounds.
Red has what is known in some circles as snapping pussy and she makes it beatbox on Mr Wolfs dick.
She comes time and time again before he finally busts his nut.
He lies on the bed with a totally slack look and Red reaches into the basket and pulls a pistol from the bottom and points it under his chin.
"Where the fuck is my grandma?"
Mr Wolf is still fucked up from the snapping pussy and he weakly points to the closet.
Red pulls some handcuffs from the drawer next to the bed.
I told you grandma was a freak.
She snaps one of his wrists and tethers him to the bedpost before she goes to the closet and frees her grandmother. She comes from the closet and she is pissed and she looks at Mr Wolf as she says "You thought you was just gone take some pussy and leave didn't you?"
Mr Wolf shakes his head frantically. Shit is not going the way he expected.
Grandma looks at his dick and says "Thats some good dick you got there. I think I might need to keep that around for awhile."
Mr Wolf looks confused for a moment before he realizes whats going on... these crazy women is kidnapping him.
They uncuff him from the bed and escort him down to the celler and cuff him to the wall.
Red and her grandmother keep him down there and fuck him mercilessly.
Some might say the women got the better end of the deal and some might say that Mr Wolf did.
He is still chained up in that celler to this day.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[COSMIC DRUM BEATDOWN]
[COSMIC DRUM BEATDOWN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FLIPPED OUT SCRIPT...
http://youtu.be/wpi2dHFbqbg
I AM BASS AND TREBLE BEATING OUT OF THE TRUNK OF A INTERPLANETARY VESSEL.
I MAKE NOISE IN THE VACUUM OF YOUR SPACE ON MY WAY TO THE EDGE OF ALL THINGS.
STARS COLLAPSING INTO BLACK HOLES.
MILLIONS OF WORLDS CONSUMED IN THE KNOWING.
I RIPS SCRIPT... FLIPS SCRIPT AND SCRATCHES AT THE UNDERBELLY
ONCE WE WALKED INTER-DIMENSIONAL...
WE NOW EXIST ROOTED IN INSTITUTED IGNORANCE.
HALLS OF LEARNING WHERE ALL THAT IS LEARNED IS WHAT IS KNOWN.
FALSE HOPE AND ASPIRATIONS...
TRAPPED IN THE TRIPLE STAGE DARKNESS AS IT FALLS CROSS PSYCHOLOGICAL SKIES AND BLOCKS THE LIGHT.
KILLS THE FRUIT AND THE TREE...
THE ROOTS AND THE SEED.
I BEAT THE HOLLOWED OUT SKIN COVERED CORE.FOLLOW THE COSMIC DRUM.
JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY
Monday, March 18, 2013
(SMASH DE PUM PUM) A BIG DADDY LOOSED SCRIBE
(SMASH DE PUM PUM) A BIG DADDY LOOSED SCRIBE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE… BIG DADDY BEAT DOWN.
http://youtu.be/
Big Daddy born punani smasher… Big Daddy make dat punani wetter cause Big Daddy touch the bottom of dat well.
Buss all off in wombs and stroke heart floes.
Big Daddy pound his chest cause Big Daddy know he is fucking king.
Yep… Big Daddy fucks da pussy up and leaves that thang crying.
Shaking... shuddering... crying.
Tears dripping between ass cheeks.
Big Daddy see a clit, suck a clit, spank a clit with heavy head.
Big Daddy raise a ruckus… Eyes all rolled back mouth wide open.
Say Big Daddy name and Big daddy go plain fuckin insane… Say Big Daddy motherfuckin name!
See Big Daddy ain’t soft, he ain’t gentle…
Big Daddy is bout 500 years of pent up aggression in a purely sexual sense…
Wet creamy juice trickling cross pussy hair…
Say Big Daddy motherfucking name!!! Big Daddy gwaan beat dat punani good!
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
Thursday, March 14, 2013
THIS GATE
[THIS GATE]
THE MUSIC AND MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN... IT GOES WITH THE PIECE
http://youtu.be/OQFRgbnpO9E
While I drift in the longing of wanting...
That place where a touch remembered becomes the focal point and the petals of azaleas line the grassy floor.
A carpet in an oak covered sanctuary where bees drink of the nectar and I a man am welcomed into their world.
The hum of life so close yet so far away as I transfixed fall under the spell...
Moss in the trees playing in the breeze...
Boughs of the trees that bow to the heavens where the blue and the clouds become the backdrop to a daydream.
If only I could take you there and hold your hand and show you where I am...
The world that I live on where all that exists is the beauty, even in the worst of times, for pain is the prelude to wisdom and overstanding...
I stand under these trees in the filtered light and serenity translating the nature of things.
Come with me...
This way.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[KNOWLEDGE OF IMHOTEP]
[KNOWLEDGE OF IMHOTEP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... CRANIUM BLASTER...
http://youtu.be/7CM2qQ9h4Z0
I am dawn breaking on the surface of your brain...
The rain that falls and brings life... the ebb and the flow.
I am the fire and brimstone destroying preconceived notions... the bane of false hope.
I am truth unleashed and set loose to sully the whitewash.
Eye am the son of the sun.
The son of a son of formerly free Africans brought to the seventh level of hell.
Eye the sun.
I consume 33 and a third in my circumference as I reach the starting point at the end of my stroll.
Full circle encompassing the square.
A mile wide rock falling from the blackness of space in broad daylight trailing stardust.
My impact is cataclysmic...
Clouds of dust that cover as I so cold make felt my control...
I rise over craniums and shine pineal down...
I wear the crown.
Eye am the son.
Sun.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
CANDY PAINT
[CANDY PAINT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND...
http://youtu.be/WpD4voe61Ro
I feel her all in my hydraulics...
The joints where cartilage cushions my impact...
She is my suspension as I navigate this highway.
Her smile is the candy paint job... dripping on a sunlit day.
I lean back into her chassis and feel the comfort of her ride.
Heated seats and Bose sound system as she comes to me in stereo. Straight into the grey matter of my brain.
Left channel and right perfectly balanced.
I take her for a spin and I see the envious looks.
Such a fine vehicle that I got to show it off.
I grip her and stroke the fabric as I settle in and push buttons.
We cruise leaning to the left...
Sittin on chrome and smoking 93...
I feel her all in my hydraulics.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
[WOOD, GRAPHITE, STEEL AND PLASTIC]
[WOOD, GRAPHITE, STEEL AND PLASTIC]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MEDITATION...
http://youtu.be/MQ7XX1J-Gbc
The pencil and the pen saved my life.
Paintings on brick walls back in the day that seemed to come to life...
Graffiti dedicated to the richness of all that I was...
Child of Allah in the promised land.
The pencil and the pen saved my life when the system threatened to lock me away...
Throw away the key.
When facing three life sentences ripped the dreads from my head...
Strands of hair on the pillow in the morning.
Eyes tired from staring at the ceiling.
I reborn as I kissed a tree...
Freed.
The pencil and the pen and now these keys which I tickle in the year 2013...
A future that I thought I would never see...
Where are the flying cars...
The unity?
Are we really any better off than we were in slavery cause to me it ain't gone a damn place...
The pen the pencil and the keys keeping men from being all that they can be...
Children learning empty knowledge as the world spirals towards mans eradication.
He never having learned to co-exist.
The pencil the pen and the keys as I a man record these things.
JERALD HAMZAH KILLMOVES FARUQ
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