PasopNegra

 Finifugal :(n.) hating endings; someone who tries to prolong the inevitable/ final moments My grandfather always told us stories of his past. Oddly enough, he always chose to dwell there rather than face the reality he was currently experiencing. Today, in particular, he preferred to recount the story of how he lost his wife. Whenever he talked about it, his deep-set eyes held a clock turning back to that time. A certain kind of pain wrenched a guilt-filled moan from his very chest. I was drowning myself in kachipembe again that day. Though the war was over, I felt like I was in the middle of the battlefield again. The stench of rotting blood, mud, and gunpowder still lingering in my nostril s. With each sip, we would teeter between reality and memory. The young boys would urge us to tell them our body counts, from our most gruesome kills to the most dangerous missions we would tell them all for another bottle of beer and moonshine. Tonight was no different, I drank till I pis...

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                                                                                                                                            ...

*BANG* a stream of red wine flowed out  The shot to your heart rang true we were celebrating something that time something was off you stood up and coughed the wine splattering all over your hand you looked at me and excused yourself about the mess not knowing this might be the last time you will  what about the bill? the cost is nothing compared to what I have lost over a glass of Pinotage *BANG* I know I'm a little but why would wine reach your head why would you sleep in your food so quickly why would that lady scream at you isn't this supposed to be my birthday some of your wine got on my face and princess dress too i am also a mess someone comes to cover my eyes they tell me its OK everything will be OK `it is his just really tired from all the work he does everyone keeps screaming whats wrong  with him *BANG* The woman leaves my sides and topples over the bottle of wine he liked that wine his not snoring like he does I get off my chair to wake him up we need to go t...

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