Archive for January, 2011

From time to time on Friday nights, Meek and Twan would have little get togethers at the rest. It usually wasn’t anything extravagant, just the fellas’ and a couple of wisdoms, drinkin,’ eatin,’ and talkin’ about grown folks shit. Twan would typically invite one of his “startin’ five” chicks to come hang out although oddly enough, Isha was poppin’ up more frequently than the others. The God Meek detected this although he remained in a fine mist about it. He had every intention of confronting his boy about it when the time was right. These functions were always a good time for all because I-Refined made sure the God degree was delicious, the drinks were flowin,’ and the conversation was always edifying, and controversial. On this night in particular, the topic at hand would be especially interesting.

Kevo and Meek were at the store grabbin’ a couple of items for the evening festivities. Nothing spectacular, beer, wine, blunts, and snacks to be exact. The subject of their build was the third of the three amigos. The two on hand were a-alike for real. They had an uncanny knack for seeing the same thing and laying low with the science until they could get together and build about it. Kevo kicked it off.

“Yo you notice how Smoove been movin’ wit’ his roster lately?” Meek knew where he was going but he played country dumb for shits and giggles. “What you talkin’ about Sun?” “I’m sayin’ usually this nigga’ talkin’ about a new chick every other day that he either just met, just fucked, or he strivin’ to fuck. But lately, at least noticeably more often than not, it seems like he either in the world wit’ Isha or on the phone wit’ her. All his other chicks is on role-player status while she droppin’ thirty a night!” The trio was a group of basketball heads so they frequently spoke in such analogies.

They both burst into laughter as they approached the check out line. Meek added on in agreement. “Lord, you know I peeped that shit too, even my Earth peeped it. You know wisdoms got that intuition and shit. As a matter of fact, I-Refined say she think Ish pregnant, she say she callin’ it like a dice roll, and she takin’ bets on it.” “I don’t want none of that action Sun, matter of fact I think the Queen is on to somethin’. I can’t wait til’ tonight so I can do the knowledge on the two of them. It’s gone be real interesting.”

“Indeed.”

Meanwhile back at the kingdom I-Refined was cookin,’ as usual, but tonight she had help. Isha was addin’ on by choppin’ vegetables for the homemade salsa and her cousin Porsha was browning the tofu for the veggie taco salad. Porsha was there because she was strivin’ to get with Kevo and, because she enjoyed the peace equality that the Earth maintained. Even though I-Refined had knowledge of self, she always made the wisdoms that Kevo and Twan brought around feel welcome and never judged them. She had such magnetic that many of them would want to come and hang out, just as much to enjoy her company and wisdom as to be around the guys. Many of these wisdoms came up hard and were so accustomed to being around violence and ignorance that they found it refreshing to be among civilized people for a change. Asia and Kana were spending the night so they were extra excited to see so many women in the house. They loved to ear hustle when the ladies got into “girl talk” mode. Often times, they initiated it.

“I-Refined how can I get boys to like me without actin’ like a bust down?” Asia asked. The women exploded in laughter and when it subsided all attention was focused on the Earth in anticipation of her answer. “How did you make the connection between actin’ like a bust down and attracting boys Queen?” “Just watchin’ what happens at school basically, I mean all the girls that the boys really go for act and dress like bust downs. They all loud and obnoxious and they be sweatin’ all the cute boys…ughh they make my skin crawl you know what I’m sayin’?” The Queen nodded her head in concurrence. “True indeed Queen I know exactly what you mean. To answer your question, I would say that you want to study the science of boys/ men. Trust me, it’s not that complicated. The key thing in dealing with them is something called magnetic.”

“That’s what you and Meek are always talkin’ about right?” Kana asked. “That’s right baby. Magnetic is simply attracting power. Both men and women have it but only some know how to tap into it and use it. All it means is that we have a power which allows us to pull men to us based on things that they like about us. Although every man is unique, there are certain basic principles that apply universally to them all. The young queens were all ears, as were Isha and Porsha.

“First of all, men like a challenge. If you act too easy then they will lose interest in you quickly because another wisdom that they find more intriguing will be right around the corner to redirect their attention. You can actually play upon this and use it to your advantage. Some days you act interested in them and then other days you act less interested. If you keep them guessing, you keep them interested. Also, because they get bored so easily, you have to always remain new to them.”

Asia was perplexed. “How do I do that?” “What you do is little things like changing your hair, reading different books, engaging them in different types of conversations. Although men and boys may be rather simple to deal with they’re not stupid. They deal in a lot of different ciphers, most of which involve a science of some sort. You can easily make them like you by learning about some of the things that they like and that interest them. When you get them to reveal their innermost thoughts to you, they become easier to get to know and they let you in. Trust me when I tell you, men love it when women show interest in what they have interest in.” “So you mean like basketball and hip-hop?” “Indeed Kana, those are excellent examples. It will impress them if you can watch the game with them and follow along. Also, if you are into things that they’ve never heard of, that makes you interesting to them. Men are extremely curious which is why they go for wisdoms that stand out from the crowd.”

Since Porsha had a determined idea to get with Kevo, she was extremely attentive. She certainly had the tools to draw him in. She was about 5’6/145 pounds of thighs and behind with a small waist and a gorgeous golden brown face. She was hood, but quick-witted and she had definite aspirations to make something out of her self. The queen was also very cerebral and she made no bones about her determined idea to draw up Kevo. “So what types of things does Kevin like?” she asked. I-Refined winked at her to acknowledge the lack of shame in her game and opened her arms to hug her. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about queen, if you want him you gotta fight dirty to get him!” They both laughed as they embraced. The Earth proceeded to add on about Porsha’s target. “Well, I can tell you that Kevo is very intelligent and he reads like a Starbucks nerd. And I don’t mean just those stupid gangsta books that most hood dudes read. He likes all types of books and if he finds out about a particular subject that he’s never heard of, he’ll immediately buy a book on it and read it. He and Shamiek are alike in that regard but while Meek might read a lot of stuff online, Kevo is more of a traditionalist and prefers books. Also, like most men, he loves to eat home cooked meals and appreciates women that can cook and clean. And he’s very observant with regard to how wisdoms interact with his sons. Bottom line, if you get in good wit’ EPMD you got it made like Special Ed!”

The gears in Porsha’s third were visibly turning as she took precise mental notes. “Mmmmmm hmmmm,, okay, I can work with that. I love you girrrllll!” “I love you too Queen, and I’m pullin’ for you. I think you can get him but you just have to apply these little hints while also being yourself. Remember, a man can always tell when you’re being fake and once he detects that you’ll be reduced to homey lover friend status at best. If you be real and put your best foot forward then you’ll be fine.”

Just as the Earth finished her sentenced the Gods walked in from the store. “Peace!” they said in unison. Each of them made their rounds to greet and exchange hugs with the Queens. When Porsha got her arms around Kevo she smiled brightly and squeezed him tight. “It’s so good to see you again Kev” she said in a soft, sincere voice. “Likewise queen, I’m glad you made it. The company of a beautiful woman is truly one of life’s pleasures.” Porsha almost melted as she retorted. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” As they emptied the bags and made a round of drinks, Meek reached for his phone to call Twan. Before he could pull up the number, Mr. Charisma barged through the door. “His royal flyness is in the building, somebody show me some looooovvvvveeee!” He was immediately bumrushed by his sisters, not only because they love him but also because they knew he had something for them.

“What’s in the bag big brother?” Asia asked. “Oh nothing, just a half gallon of chocolate ice cream. But, you can only have some if you eat your dinner and stay in my room while the grown folks hang out. Y’all can watch movies and stuff back there, deal?” “Deal,” the girls said in unison. I-Refined had brought some dvd’s over for them to watch, one of which was called “The Blackwoman is Earth.” It was manifested by a God by the name of True Wise Allah and since both of the girls were studious and intrigued by the science of Earth-hood, they retired to the back to watch that first. “I’ll bring your food to you in a few minutes ladies,” she yelled to them.

After about an hour everyone was fed, and the girls were in the back and out of earshot of the living room. As the next round of drinks were poured Shamiek called his Earth out on her determined idea. “So what you strivin’ to build about Queen? I know you got somethin’ brewin’ under that head-wrap.” As she smiled coyly and blushed she plopped down on his lap and revealed the subject she intended to discuss.

“Well, since you brought it up I want to build about porn.” The men locked eyes and exchanged facial expressions indicative of doubt that their female counterparts were really ready to go there. As usual Twan was the first to retort. “Please, y’all ain’t ready for that type of conversation. That’s grown man science.” Isha immediately jumped in to reinforce the ladies’ willingness and curiosity. “Yes we are because I, for one, got a lot of questions that I’m tryin’ to get answered.” Shaking his head, Kevo added on. “Aiight fine, if the ladies want to take it there, let’s take it there, what y’all wanna know?”

The scene was setting up just as the Earth envisioned it and everyone was primed and ready for a lively build. She posed the first inquiry. “First of all, when do you first start dealin’ wit’ it as guys?” “As soon as you can get a hold to some,” Twan proclaimed. “Me and Kevo used to hit Ron’s stash of dirty books all the time back in the days when that nigga would get drunk and pass out. We had to be like 12 and shit.” Kevo co-signed. “Hell yeah, once we found them books we knew he had some movies in there somewhere and once I found out where he kept those it was a wrap.” “Y’all was some bad little nasty so and so’s. What about you Shamiek, you kinda quiet over there.” Isha asserted. “What is it about smut that y’all love so much and what causes boys to start dealin’ wit’ it at such an early age?”

“Well the first thing is curiosity Queen. As a young boy you hang around older brothers and hear them build about their sexual adventures and immediately learn to equate that to manliness. The thing is, it takes a while before you can actually experience it for yourself so porn is what gets your feet wet so to speak. Once you do the knowledge to it for the first time, you dig it because it’s so raw an uncut. Think about it, most things of that sort, your parents shield you from. Kids always want to deal with anything that adults say they shouldn’t so there you go.” Now it was Porsha’s turn to inquire. “Well that makes sense but why do grown men still deal with it after they’ve been havin’ sex for years and where the hell do you get it from?” Again, Twan took the stage. “Let me break this down for you sistah. First of all, for as nasty as y’all might think you are, you can’t scratch the surface of male nastiness. Sexually speaking, we’re filthy animals. All day long we walk around lookin’ at women’s bodies and envisioning ourselves having our way with them. No woman is exempt regardless of age or race. If she looks like somebody we’d do it to then we’ll immediately picture it in our minds. Now we got all that filthy energy swirlin’ around in us and it represents an appetite that no one woman can possibly satisfy. A nigga can be fuckin’ three dime pieces a day but he still gone watch smut and jag off when them chicks ain’t around.” The whole room exploded in laughter. Playing devil’s advocate, I-Refined jumped in. “So what if your woman had a problem with you watchin’ it? Would you stop? What’s the best way for a woman to deal with that?”

“What would make a woman mad about that?” Kevo asked. “I mean all you doin’ is lookin’ at images of different sexual episodes and gettin’ off to em.’ That’s your personal business. It’s only wrong, or somethin’ for your woman to concern herself with if she has reason to suspect that you’re actin’ on the corresponding urges. Any woman who would have a problem with it when you ain’t cheatin’ on her is just insecure. I would’t stop because that’s my prerogative if I wanna watch some porn. The best way for a woman to deal with it is to stay in her lane and just chalk that up to being a man thing.”

“True indeed God. The fact of the matter is, you can’t stop a man from bein’ a man. Every man has a shady stash of porn. EVERY MAN! It’s just that some of us hide the whole science from our wisdoms while others, such as my self don’t give a fuck. I see it like this, if you don’t want your man to cheat on you then you gotta let him have an outlet by which he can release that excess sexual energy. I mean we gotta do somethin’ when y’all got a headache, or when you on your period. Word is bond, some problems are best solved by professionals.”

“Okay, but what if your woman is good in bed and can do all the stuff the porno chicks can do? Do you still have to have it then?”

“Damn right! Like Twan said, the type of nasty that we are makes it so that you can’t quantify our thirst. Even if you can perform most of the tricks in the movies, you can only do so as yourself with the tools that you have at your disposal. You can’t make yourself have bigger lips, more ass, and bigger breasts. It’s too much of an undertaking for you to take on so your best bet is to either watch it with us or face the fact that we gone do it regardless. As far as where we get it from, shit we get it from each other! Niggaz be tradin’ dvd’s like baseball cards. And with the internet porn game where it is now you just gotta know what sites to hit up and you can find whatever you want to see.”

It was obvious that the queens had been wanting to ask a lot of questions about this subject and were taking full advantage. “So do you guys attach a negative stigma to those girls, I mean could you date a chick that does or used to do porn?” Porsha asked.

To be continued….

Preme

The Nature of the Beast

Posted: January 18, 2011 in Uncategorized

Peace,

Although there are innumerable interpretive possibilities within knowledge wisdom cipher, in order to uncover them, one must have a functional understanding of who the degrees talk about, and what they say about these people. The primary wisdom groups in question are original people and colored people. Mainstream society would have the masses believe that there are more than just these two groups on the planet Earth, however, it’s not difficult to disprove said notion. Once it is understood that these wisdom groups represent the basic segments of the human population, a person can then delve into the specific ways in which they co-exist and interact in order to do so. For original people, particularly those who deal with supreme mathematics, it’s imperative that they possess knowledge and wisdom of the human family, and are clear about who represents each qualitative degree, in order to merge them and born understanding. Knowledge is represented by original people, as they were the first to walk the planet Earth. Wisdom is represented by colored people as they were made manifest by a grafting process, which engineered them to be our antithesis. Note, the application of knowledge and wisdom is contextual and contoured to the build as each respective quality can be used to fluidly illustrate virtually anything. We often get so caught up with teaching knowledge of self that we overlook the importance of knowledge of them. This being stated, let’s take a look at what 120 reveals to us about “them”. The wisdom degree tells us two key things. First, it tells us that Yacub was their maker, and since he was an original man and a scientist, this shows and proves the quality of “maker” in the knowledge degree. Secondly, it tells us they are the devils of the planet Earth. If one were to halt their study of our lessons right at the wisdom degree, and independently research these two aspects of the colored man’s reality, they could uncover boundless information which would show and prove this overall concept of who he is.

As we travel further into the degrees we find out more detailed information about how this devil gets down. We find out that he is 100% weak and wicked, which means he can’t help but conduct himself as such because these qualities reflect his nature. As a result, we learn that his ways and actions are like a snake of the grafted type. He causes trouble amongst the righteous people, by telling lies, accusing them, and causing them to fight and kill one another. He desires to make slaves out of all he can so that he can rob them and live in luxury. He wants us to think that we are all different. He teaches the poor lies about God. He gives us nothing and teaches us how to eat the wrong foods. He uses us for a tool and keeps us illiterate. He has studied and continues to study trying to be like the original man. As long as he is allowed to live he will sting someone else. He has fooled us. There will not be any peace among them. He is a savage. Is it becoming clear now? I could go on for years, months, and days although it’s not necessary. Let’s assess what we have revealed thus far as there are some common themes among the aforementioned offenses. A good number of theme could be categorized as deception. Lying, accusing, and keeping people illiterate represent separation from the truth which in many respects is synonymous with knowledge and the withholding of it. As long as you don’t know certain things you can’t do or see certain things self cipher to keep original people in such a perpetual state of ignorance is beneficial to him. This is all about mind control. If he controls what goes into your mind then he also controls the two key corresponding byproducts of your mentality which are thoughts and actions. Both project in patterns and when the pattern is destructive then you are effectively being led in the wrong direction. A strangle hold on them is a strangle hold on you.

While he gives you nothing, he takes whatever he wants. Your money, freedom, rights, it doesn’t matter. If he wants it he takes it because he is a savage in the pursuit of happiness, and it is this pursuit that drives him in life. It is what his survival on the planet is predicated upon because he is the global minority, which is why he is so relentless. His dual assault on your mind and body continues daily with no signs of slowing down. The most critical point that must be made regarding who we are versus who they are is that there’s a distinct difference between the two entities. Don’t think for one second that they don’t know this. I’ve stated this before and will do so again. When they look at you they don’t see self because you aren’t self to them. When you look at someone and don’t see a person that you feel a connection to you don’t give a shit about them. There’s nothing inside of you that causes you to relate to them. Their problems aren’t your problems, their dreams are not your dreams, your babies are not their babies, your fears are not their fears, and as a result, they process all of the above in terms of “mines” and “yours.” This is where the phrase, “a you problem” comes from. As long as any social ill can be categorized as such, suggesting that it disproportionately affects more original than colored people, they could give a fuck less about it. It’s only when it becomes a “we” problem that it garners his attention. Problems are statements or questions which require answers or solutions. Mathematics is the only way to bring such solutions about. Knowing this, we have to communicate with the devil in this universal language because only then can we be assured that he will understand what is being said. As long as he can bank on our money for goods and services, the message to him translates to “great job fuckin’ us over, we love it, please…keep it up!” The message should be, “we tired of yo devil ass and until you refine yourself and learn to deal in equality with us we ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you!” However, before we can speak in such bold mathematical terms we must clean ourselves up. We have to deal in equality with one another and create an independent economic climate within which we can do fair trading amongst one another. This breeds self sufficiency and works for the greater good of us all. Once this is established, we can then comfortably withhold our money from the devil because we don’t lose anything by redirecting its flow, only he does. And anyone that knows anything about him knows that he hates bleeding green more than he hates to bleed red every day all day. The type of economic revolution of which I speak will take time. We have to start small. If we consider the goods and services that we offer to one another most readily, we see food, hair-care, entertainment, and car repair toward the top of the list. It would be nice if more often than not we could purchase good healthy food from one another that is accompanied by better service and a smile. Or, if we could get reliable car repair service at a fair price from an original person who’s not a crack-head. How nice would it be for a brother to be able to get a good hair-cut for less than wisdom cipher or wisdom power dollars, or for a sister to be able to get her natural hair done for a price that doesn’t look like a solar fact, and without having to sit in the shop for hours on end? As long as such small aspirations equate to pipe dreams the snake will continue to bite us and his venom will continue killing us.

Peace.
Preme

The Colored Man’s Toolbox

Posted: January 13, 2011 in Uncategorized

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Peace,

When you observe and interact with the colored man as much as I do, your ability to detect and decipher trick-knowledge naturally elevates. Over time, certain patterns emerge which are woven into the fabric of their speech, and clue you in to the devices they employ in their perpetual campaign to master the original man. Among these tools is a concept called “spin.” Spin is basically the act of taking a soundbite or writing sample and interpreting, or spinning it in such a way that it creates a specific perception of the source. Once the spin is applied it’s publicized, with the express purpose of having it take root in the minds of the masses. To ensure that this happens, the media will engage in excessive analysis of the source of the statement as if this little blurb is a true representation of who and how the person is. In this age of real time media this practice has become a devastating nurse’s needle. What it does is separate people from their word thereby making them afraid to speak their minds.

Here’s an example. Yesterday, there was a report that the Cleveland Cavaliers got the shit beat out of them by the Lakers. The margin of loss was an abominable power power points. They’re one of the worst teams in the NBA this year, which is no surprise after the departure of Lebron James. Over the summer the owner of the Cavs, Dan Gilbert, sent out an open letter to the Cleveland fan base ripping Lebron and declaring that he was a disloyal pre-madonna. He also went so far as to say the the Cavs would win a title before James and the Heat would. When the Heat went to Cleveland to play them earlier in the year, they stomped em’ by more than 30 and Lebron had understanding build. They also beat them the second time they played in Miami. Fast forward back to yesterday. It was reported that James put out a tweet in reaction to the 55 point loss his old team suffered. He basically said, “Karma is a bitch. Gets you every time. It’s not good to wish bad on anybody. God sees everything.” Now, aside from the mystery god reference, there’s nothing wrong with what he said. Basically they said “fuck you” to him, to which he replied back, “nah, fuck you bitch.” After the trials and tribulations that he’s endured based on the way he was vilified by them, he’s well within his right to say that if that’s what he feels. Here’s where the spin comes in. Ever since yesterday morning the media has been analyzing his comment and talking about how he should’ve taken the so called “high road” and not responded. They’ve gone further to say that this is symptomatic of a man who is not comfortable with the decision he made and is incapable of withstanding the criticism that comes with his position. Subsequently, Lebron comes out and backs off of his statement, taking the cue and soft shoe steppin’ accordingly. This is the problem. He’s a man and as such, he should be able to say what the fuck he feels and stand by it without waffling under pressure. The young god has been forced into a headspace where he’s not sure enough of himself to remain firm on a square because he loves the devil. This love causesĀ  him to give all he has and all within his power to preserve some sort of pristine public image. It won’t happen. In essence he’s searching for that which does not exist. If he had knowledge of self, he would realize this and learn not to lose time giving a fuck. And, how ass backwards is it for the devil to talk about takin’ the high road when he’s the master of slander and lies? The answer is, extremely ass backwards. Self,cipher my message to Lebron is this. Don’t let the devil use his tools to make you a tool and also a slave. As a young, rich, black man in America you have some measure of leverage to show forth your power…use it.

Peace.
Preme

Plight of the Black Child…

Posted: January 12, 2011 in Uncategorized

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Peace,

Conventional wisdom would lead one to draw up a logical connection between the “healthy, strong, and good breeders” referenced in the wisdom build degree, and the actual offspring that they produce. A closer look at this idea yields a stern reminder not to take things, or people, on face value. The first order of business is to consider what makes people healthy and strong. Once we make this determination we can further examine such individuals to surmise whether or not their health and strength actually make them good candidates for breeding. For the purpose of this build I will draw up the qualities of health and strength as they pertain to the wisdom basic levels on which we experience life; the mental and the physical. In the animal kingdom, the viability of a pair of potential parents is largely judged by genetics. The idea being that if you have a mother and a father who both come from a rich bloodline then your chances of survival in the wild increase. Since animals aren’t sentient and don’t ponder their own existence, this approach to speculating survival is highly effective as it primarily considers physical variables which can, to some degree, be quantified. Within the cipher of humanity, the reasoning must be more well rounded in order to account for the qualitative variables, many of which have their genesis in the mind, and are therefore not always as easy to pin down. From the perspective of Supreme Mathematics, equality is the key. If said variable “E” can represent contributory balance between the mental and physical characteristics of a given pair of potential black parents, provided that these traits can be categorized as “healthy, strong and good” the odds are in favor of the babies coming out as such. The unfortunate mathematical reality is that this is often not the case.

In order to address the question of why, we simply need to analyze the power of the corresponding wisdom. In other words, we must consider the innumerable factors which, over time, have diluted, mixed, and tampered with the pool of black breeders. The first and most obvious such factor is the devil. I don’t have to waste characters reminding the reader of the seemingly endless list of transgressions against original people that he is guilty of. He and his woman are equally cunning when perpetuating either the mental or physical variety. Among the other key factors are drugs, poverty, and mis-education. When functioning collaboratively, any combination of these ills is prone to yield a failure cocktail of which someone in damn near every black family will take drink. As is typical of any evolving disease striving to survive, these combinations replicate themselves and sting future generations. The article link above goes into more specifics relative to the bleak outlook for the future of our children. Young mothers scream and curse at babies in the street while standing in line to buy them the junk food with which they pacify them. Such wrong foods, along with the true victory and radio do more to shape their perceptions and influence their ways and actions then their parents do. Most of them wouldn’t know a father if they saw one and wouldn’t be able to pick theirs out of a line up. Respect for elders is virtually non-existent and if chivalry isn’t dead, it’s at least on life support. Our young ladies are dressing and acting more like dudes every day, in large part because their male counterparts are treating them as such. When I was in high-school the last thing I was thinkin’ about doin’ with a girl is rough housin’ and wrestling. The savage angle of my youthful mind had other ideas but at least they didn’t involve hurting wisdoms. These young niggaz don’t know how to finesse a queen and make her feel warm on the inside, or elicit a smile from her bright enough to part darkness like clippers part hair. On the opposite side of the spectrum, the girls think attracting the opposite sex is as simple as skimpy clothes, weave, and make-up. They don’t understand that those elements only generate short range interest which vanishes as soon as he cums. To make matters worse, many of these degenerate behaviors are learned at an early age and don’t speak to good mental health.

If a little boy sees random dudes comin’ by his house, none of whom are his father, and he watches them drink and smoke with his ole’ Earth only to follow her to the back and blow her back out, his mind processes that as a proper sequence of events between a man and woman. And as soon as he’s old enough to remix the scenario for himself, odds are he will. By the time he gets to high school, the idea of entering a relationship with one special wisdom is as unalike to his mind as a foreign language. The longer he wallows in mental death, the more difficult it is for him to recover from it. The same goes for the girls. If a little girl sees her ole’ Earth puttin’ on her “fuck em’ girl” dress to go to the club and stumbling in at obscene hours drunk and blowed as hell with mustard on her face from the fast food she scarfed down before she passed out in her girl’s cee allah rule that image has an impact. The young queen will get to high school and become adept at lying, sneaking around, and mastering the original young man, particularly those who sell enough weed to pay their sell phone bills and buy them an outfit here and there. The sight and imitation of these behaviors certainly don’t represent patterns which lead to good physical health. When a child doesn’t know then they won’t act wisely nor will they understand how to. It is therefore imperative that knowledge be made born during their formative years of what is vs what is not right and exact. Boys should know things such as how to tie a tie and how to properly treat women. Correspondingly, girls should understand how to interact with men appropriately as well as how to demand the respect that a lady should receive by default. What our children lack nowadays is culture.

When I was little, my ole’ Earth took my brother and I on vacation to places we had never seen before. She dressed us up and took us to fly restaurants so that we would understand that just because we were poor that didn’t mean we shouldn’t know how to conduct ourselves in affluent ciphers. I took part in all types of extra-curricular activities from little league, to tennis, to karate just so that I could have the experience. Even if I only participated in these things for a little while, that square I master equal was long enough for me to take the best part and add it on to my self. These things also kept us occupied. Black kids are ALWAYS standin’ around on the block doin’ nothin.’ I mean NOTHIN!!! When they do “find” something to do it’s usually some bullshit. I don’t see kids playin’ outside the way they did when I was young. I see these skinny jeans wearin’ idiots standin’ around, smokin’ and shootin’ dice. It’s a damn shame. Old fools used to be young fools…think about it.

Peace.
Preme

Peace,

Time, in many ways, is a governor which imposes its will on life. Upon researching the concept, one will find a wide variety of definitions and descriptions. The primary function of time is to act as a mechanism by which the distance between events is measured. In addition, it is the universal lense through which we perceive and measure motion. Motion is life. Biologically speaking, when a person returns to the essence, physical movement has essentially ceased. It is widely understood in many ciphers that the only time that truly exists is the now, or the zag. Contrary to popular belief, we can’t capture and preserve time as if it’s a firefly in a bottle. It’s the quintessential rolling stone…as quickly as it comes, it goes on it’s merry way. That being said, we can record its images for future review. Technology, especially nowadays, allows us to record audio and video of any moment that we deem noteworthy. It is for this reason that our society has such a fascination with history and exercises in the science of reliving those moments which we categorize as unforgettable. This tendency is directly linked to wisdom. Ask your self how many times you’ve heard a person quote another individual who may have spoken or written said words years before they were born. Or consider why it is that generations of athletes will pattern their games after a select group of their predecessors. This happens because there are some special individuals who manage to do and say things during the course of their lives which transcend time. This is indeed a great feat.

What does it take to transcend time? In my opinion what it requires is an innate oneness with mathematics by which improvisation is the impetus for innovation. When one does something in a way that it has never quite been done before, they put their signature on a craft and mark it indelibly. Niggaz was rockin’ nut huggers before Jordan came wit’ the baggy basketball shorts. Hip hop beats followed relatively common patterns until the late great J-Dilla came outta D-Mecca with that shit that made you wanna genuflect to the Jesus of soulful hip hop production. The list goes on and on, and is filled with individuals who dared to be different, dance to their own beat, and manifest their own self styled wisdom. The common denominator among all of these great and influential people was imposition of their will on the moment. When their time came, they owned it. That’s when one has reached the final form or the 36th chamber, so to speak. This dynamic is a critical element of having the knowledge of self. It’s the difference between getting into a situation and asking yourself what someone else would do vs figuring out what you can and will do. I don’t build to born approval from another person. I build to born the best new reality that I can for my self and the universe. Both the knowledge cipher and understanding culture degrees in the 1-40 deal with the science of losing time. In so doing one is essentially allowing time to compress their life by way of an increase in pressure. Wallowing in self-pity, dwelling in the grasp of doldrums, and excessively stressing over a period of misfortune are all symptomatic of yielding to time. In our defense, it is our physical mortality that makes these perceptual pitfalls so difficult to avoid. At certain points of retrospection we tend to review the pages of our Koran to get a sense of what type of read it will be for those it is left behind for. If we speculate that the corresponding movie rights wouldn’t be worth more than the cost of a culture cipher and a bag of equality, we scream “failure!” The fact is, recognition doesn’t always yield joy nor is it the guarantor of increased value to one’s life. This is why so many celebrities are fucked up. Even with more money than they know what to do with and all the glitz and glamor, many of them are unfulfilled and spiraling out of control…see Lindsay Lohan or Whitney Houston.

Peace.
Preme

SupremeDumbassAllah!

Posted: January 6, 2011 in Uncategorized

Peace,

I was arguably the dumbest person in the Asiatic World today, word is bond! Follow the mental death timeline. At 6:29 in the allah master I woke up to realize that I missed my train stop and would, therefore, be late to the justice. The body of the day actually wasn’ t that bad. We weren’t too busy and I got a respectable amount of work done. At the culture hour, I logged out and made my way to the shuttle bus eager to get a game of chess in on my phone. Side note: I’m strivin’ intensely to get my weight up in chess, although the process requires patience that I don’t always manifest. Fast forward to 4:29pm. I look up to realize that the shuttle bus is empty except for…you guessed it, Mr. “All Wise who does everything right and exact”…yeah right!

In my defense, I did have an alarm set this morning, which should’ve woke me up before my stop. Needless to say, it didn’t. When I did the knowledge I’m pretty sure that there was a setting that I didn’t have enabled, which would’ve caused it to repeat for power minutes. The bottom line is, my mental death caused all of the above. Volume 2 of said glitch in the matrix was the direct result of me not respecting the full meaning of civilization. I was so busy pursuing victory in my chess game, I didn’t realize the bus had stopped and it was time to get off. Self cipher here I stand at the train station awaiting a train that is running 15 minutes late. And thus, this is how today’s mathematics is shown and proven. I was late getting to the justice and I will now be late getting to the kingdom. Certainly not the most pleasant manifestation of equality, but it’s equality nonetheless. By the way, I forgot to mention that I just left my gloves on the second shuttle…what a dumbass!!!

Peace.
Preme

Step Into the X

Posted: January 3, 2011 in Uncategorized

Peace,

Human beings are creatures of habit. The devil’s civilization breeds savages in the pursuit of happiness. Because the 85% are deaf, dumb, and blind, they gravitate toward, and remain stagnant in a frozen state of ignorance. In large part, this is due to fear of the unknown. The unknown that I speak of is representative of new things that require study which ultimately leads to mind elevation. Granted, the unkown can be daunting. Walking into a cipher that is riddled with uncertainty can be dangerous because any of a number of different variables could appear out of nowhere and assail you. It begs the question, “Is it best to avoid the unknown at all costs?” Emphatically now cipher, if we never cross the threshold of the unknown then the amount of knowledge in circulation will not expand, and civilization won’t elevate.

Yesterday I was finally able to upgrade my cell phone from the g1 to the Samsumg Vibrant. The wild thing about it is that I wasn’t planning to do this for another two weeks, but I ran into an offer that I couldn’t refuse. Mathematically speaking, I came up. At the reduced price, I was expecting to pay in excess of $150 for which ever phone I chose. However, Target has a deal going whereby they’ll let you trade in your old phone for credit toward a new one. Since the vibrant was on sale for $99, and I got a $40 credit on the trade in, I paid $69 for it (including tax). I couldn’t have dreamed of a better deal. I’ve thoroughly researched the three top phones that tmobile has on the market and ironically, the one that I purchased is third in the ranking, per my appraisal based on features and reviews. Even still, after I built with the guy at the kiosk about what he’s heard from friends that own each device I decided to go ahead and do the knowledge on the Vibrant. Don’t get me wrong,the Vibrant is a high quality device and very competitive among newer smartphones. It really just boils down to nuance and preference. For the most part, the handsets each have strengths and weaknesses. After all, I have two weeks to take it through it’s paces. If I find that I don’t like it, I can take it back and trade it for one of the other models. My last three phones have all had kwerty keyboards and i’ve been a hard-liner about keeping that feature as a requirement for any phone that I planned to own. That being said, the purchase of an all touch-screen phone is a big step out of my comfort zone. Regardless, I figure kwerty keyboards will more than likely be obselete within the next few years, self cipher I might as well aquaint my self with the new science now. It’ll definitely take some getting used to but I know I can show and prove my swift and changeable nature by making the adjustment. Time will tell. I’ll make knowledge born of whether or not this joint makes the cut.

Peace.
Preme