i hate women i love women like so
only yesterday i was at Tottenham Hotspur
and we were entertaining
a Swedish team... Elves... Berg... Elfsborg:
Swedish sounds like the softest
blah blah babble of German
i can almost see the trinity of German
English - half baking French -
and all the Scandinavian tongues...
i was working with a nervy atypical bouncer
sort of Anglo-Saxon who was mesmerized
by the beauty of the Swedes:
i looked... eh... just averages:
the women, i did, concern myself: to acknowledge
didn't have all the traits of black girl
envy with duck lips and fake ivory teeth...
but mind you: it's a current phenomenon
for girls to don fake eye-lashes like
weird peacocks and instead of straightetning
their afros with vaseline for the perfect
cow lick now wearing wigs of straight black
hair from India...
on the train back i saw this black girl
petite... angry expression on her face
thick bloom *****(s) and i thought:
well... when god gets it right with a black
girl... all other races can hide:
a Solomon and Queen of Sheeba...
when god gets it right with a black girl all other
girls can hide...
but then i looked at my hand and i saw a ring
on it...
oh... right: i'm sorta happy right now...
i couldn't possibly want anything else...
so when this Swedish girl giving directions etc
was there: she didn't look Swedish at all...
but i looked at her from tip to toe
and she was playing with her fair
and she had that glassy eyed way of looking
with desperation that caged animal sort of look
and i knew she wouldn't be baking me cookies
or making my dough sour
so this atypical Anglo-Saxon bouncer
was all nervy and jitters
because apparently this was the first time
a Swedish team got to play on English soil
and he was like: are we sure they haven't been here
before? after all the Vikings:
well... i didn't say **** because he was
so engrossed within the confines of himself
apparently a history buff...
loved horses and elephants... o.k. o.k.
so you ridden one before?
yeah... when he was 6... ever get that beast
up to speed with a Ferrari: i.e. to a gallop?
mute...
            elephants, horses and peacocks... huh?!
history buff?
you know that the Swedes ventured east
via Ukraine toward Byzantium...
i didn't want to correct him:
you know how sensitive those meat-heads
can be and become...
Swedes were the Vikings that venture east...
we are talking about Swedes...
the envy of **** Germany: not the Norwegians
who founded Iceland and were first
to sail to the Americas...
Danes... you're thinking of the Danes
who came over to England just after the Anglo-Saxon
takeover from the Romans?
history... are we talking about the same thing?
but there she was...
i circled her playing silent movie roles
and no captions emerged...
from hair to toe...
she played with her hair
and she positioned her feet in the most inviting way
one foot in one foot out
and that glassy eyed look of exasperation
and it was all nervy whiff of spaghetti being boiled...
i woke up with a headache as if it might
have been a hangover
with one slipper outside the window
soaked on the roof...
yes... maybe... a year ago: but girl...
you've come too late...
that's what i hate about women...
when you're finally of interest to the opposite
***... it usually happens when...
you're already taken...
women are so predatory... so happenstance ugh...
opportunistic not by way a male
just gambles and risks
but opportunistic from the perspective of:
safety... they see a ring on a finger and then
they start honing in: disruptive...
fair game if this sort of flirtation happened
in the worst scenario possible like
in the darkness and sweat of a bar: but that's so 20th
century... but at work:
the atypical psy clues of when a woman
is attracted to you: and now i just put
that **** into the meat-grinder pop psy- of
the subconscious... yeah: might as well comb
my hair or get scalped... woosh! right over
the top of me...
maybe the "love of my life"... but not really:
just another cameo... in expanding the Steppenwolf
universe of: what ifs...
i sort of realised why they put me with the away
supporters... there was about 30min of a mad rush
to get 3000 supporters into the grounds
i still couldn't get over the historical buff's
discrepancy of not differentiating
the Swede from the Dane from the Norwegian...
although the Germanic folk
(are the French? no... surely... more Celtic imbued
so just another variation of the historical
mongrel)...
but it was a welcome reminder...
                      impervious to the flirt although
i did welcome the opportunity
until a older Asian coworker stepped in and asked
all the wrong questions like:
what is your favorite food
when i asked: so you staying here for long?
where are you staying?
you sightseeing: upon which she replied:
oh i've been here before so i'm only here
for some food and shopping...
                 but again... women... annoying...
was i racially profiled by the club to be at the away end
so that the Swedes had someone to look at that
mostly resembled them and they were so cattle prone
to agree to everything?
reminiscence of youth...
when young and being separated from mother
and father i associated myself with Batman...
orphan etc
if only for four years but from the ages of 4 to 8
you get the jist of development of the psyche...
safe to say i left Batman behind and moved toward
Spawn... and however racial profiling goes:
the mass media might want to make
Spiderman black... or Supergirl ginger...
i have no problem with identifying with Spawn...
i don't need to tarnish him and bleach him...
i'm sort of like the non-racist MLK...
because MLK was a non-racist...
unlike the current KFC bleach colonels with their
anti-racism iron maidens of cognitive dissonance.