PasopNegra

I t all started with a clip from the iconic scene of Jules quoting Ezekiel 25:17 during a death scene from a mobster cliché.  Cliché…the most hated narrative of our day and age.  These days our attention span is short and we as the audience always wish for an avant-garde piece of film that will keep us asking for more. Since Tarantino spent most of his youth hanging around and working in video stores he grew to love and films. During an interview with a reporter Tarantino went on an emotional tirade about his life before he became this famous director. It is admirable that he had  no experience whatsoever  and had no education into it, by simply watching B-rated and Hollywood movies he has gained a vast knowledge in order to critique  and be able to recognize the movies’ narratives immediately is what led to him to create Pulp Fiction , the movie that led  him to glorious fame.  He talked about how he used to have discussions with his fellow co-workers...

  Sula                                                                                                                                                                 ...so it came down to this? Sula my love, I have hope for the both of us Sula           I never hated my name more than now                          Sula my name coming off as a painful groan Sula          ...

Listen I hate to repeat myself like a broken record Over and over it goes in a tight circle  Is it so hard to understand  No touching  No talking  No lovemaking Just feel the need to leave  the tip I'm here to make you feel animalistic  Like a cavalier I'm here to entertain you  To show you the world I'm the forbidden fruit that your wife cant be compared to I give you a few moments of bliss that feels ceaseless Danglin' what you already have at home I just show you what she cant do  50 for a dance 100 for the ne plus ultra orgasm Come back next time you hear!😘                                                                       _PasopNegra

  (n.) the overwhelming urge to run away... Let's go! We have no place here Why do you hesitate at this crucial moment  They are just tarrying your fate Yet you feel trapped by love Let's leave! Do you wish to suffer further  You hear their laughter it's mocking your  your permanence How foolish of you  Get out! Escape and live again Leave and stay gone Do not look back Belonging is futile So keep moving and live                                                                                                                                            ...

I know you pretty sick of love songs The songs of how we were together  Our rivals envied us Jealous of our love We showed that off Put it on display  Made sure we got others' approval And it was toxic We thrived off of it like a drug Those toxins seeped out as radiation The energy fucking us up We just needed each other but it was never enough Enough, lets not fight again You immediately go on the offense  This is 'communication' If speaking over me... No... Let me...  Forget it. At least can I walk away with some pride Once & for all but you know once I am gone I'll probably be back I just keep on wishing I could make you stay Your toxin is an endorphin  Making me your number one addict The high that is you is never enough Congratulations, I'm a mess without you  _PasopNegra  

The smell hit me before she did My only escape is when I hid In my dreams In my prayers wishing to god that I don't ever smell that barley breath It intoxicated her mind Its funny how we are similar just different We both have a different definitions to our word called escape When will we both realize its enough Enough with being in a drunk state of mind Enough with just taking the bullshit excuses every morning after Enough with the lies to the outside world Enough with the marks marring your beautiful dark skin Soon there will be an escape... Hang on Enough will soon come _ PasopNegra