A Problem + Issues x Insomnia = Narcolepsy

Whether some of you may or may not have known....the past month or month and a half, I've had a case of sleeplessness insomnia. And some mild cases of narcolepsy during the day. Which problems in my life, off stage (financial and personal) have contributed to. 

But this set of issues spans all the way back from my late H.S. yrs into my early college yrs.

since H.S., I've been up many late nights due to issues with school (some procrastination and fear of being unprepared b4 and during my classes, which go hand in hand) and keeping a stable job to attain my desires and needs financially. 

I realize the things I have and will continue to describe may or may not mirror someone elses life problems, issues, or dilemmas. But I'm not trying to compare.

Of course when I started college, all the stereotypical things any college student has to endure made themself present to me. (financial aid, grants, adjusting to different form of schedule from previous yrs. pockets begging for change....etc.) And that was back in 2006.

Fast forward 2 yrs later and some months...Land lord issues (that made things very stressful, which stem back to about a decade, give or take) plus my previous school "releasing" me because of academic issues and standards. My own girl, or so I thought, dismissed me with no warning and ignored every form of communication I could think of...an unexpected blow. That's hard for me to admit, stung me. (even though we were cool for almost 1yr an 1/2) Not to mention a recent accident at home inolving a unstable ceilling in my room falling in on me. On a F'n Friday the 13th no less!! (you tell me if all this wasn't enough to build tension for a brotha to lose his sanity and go ape...)

But I digress, one of the only few positive things to come out of my sleeplessness, is that I'm writing more. If its God's will and me do my part I'll be putting an album and book or too out via all this pen/pencil pushing in the near future. And steady but surely, getting things back on track. And to the person who maybe reading this, somewhere telling me to suck it up and move on...you know what you can do with your lips and my rear end.

The Narcolepsy still comes and goes. And the insomia is also starting to fall back. It has been a trying past 2 and 1/2 yrs for me.  But I've realized I could not be here like many, though I am.

And i'll continue to be as long as I remember that Jesus and Poetry is my savior. (P.I.M.S.)

*catching up on the 30/30* Dinner Tyme (4/30) other ones on facebook.

She said in her mind...Menu looks enticing:
Red beans and rice, Cajun jambalaya..
Fiyah spices floating on jazz notes of Lewis..
..Funky beats..
Setting spills surreal fluidic heat onto my
Sexy feeling that feeds on it..
It's only dinner, but the whole sultry scene,
Smokin tunes of get 'em girl flirtin' with my provocative daydreams
Has me thinking of ripped hose from
Spreading my thighs 180 degrees, blazing heat,
While soaking up his chocolate-churning island meat
mmmm...shit...breathe...
Teasing between appetizers and black coffee mixed with
Sweet whippin' cream.
Spanking while sippin' my drenched butta seam..
Something tells me I won't have the willpower to make it past
The main cuisine.


She knows her smiles are crack to me. I jus can't turn down a hit.
There something about seeing rump roast on someones plate that got me wanting to
pour some honey on her butt cheeks,
put some chopped strawberries in between them and
start eating each one...by...one...while licking the tastey curves and crevases
of the perimeter inside and around it.
Opening her existence oven so my tongue can bake
when walls of that tight entrance close in.
I mean, dinner ain't even begun and I'm ready for her desert
Waiting for the chance to make her squirt batter from
her pussy pound cake.
But I don't like my meals to get cold
To tell the truth...this Johnson col train is itching to escape these pants and journey into her

underground railroad till freedom...cums.


Taunted she starts thinking..."and...he knows I wanna give him some.
Deepset dark browns spooning eyefuls of my cocoa butter dipped in milky chocolate.
Wondering, if he nibbled a bit on my truffle-coated clit
(begging to be slurped and sucked like an after-dinner mint),
would I lose all control and feed my famished twat with his hearty dick..
He's got me..
Inviting that bulge to stand at full erect and serve my silky silhouette
So that his mic check can flow freely by the way my pussy spits and sweats..
Give him something he's bound to never forget..
I'll have him
Counting how many licks it takes to get to my oozing caramel center..
Slow cooking me with his thick marinade
To make sure my ass gets extra tender..
Gumbo goodness demands room for leftovers after he doggy bags
The rest..
Re-heating my succulent juices so he can take another
Isis-taste test..
Eyes roll back as I imagine getting splatterd by his hot gravy
Dancing down my chin..
Mixing his custard filling with my lip glossed action..
Seems like his smirk is telling me that anything is possible right about now
With him.."


So at this point, I "accdently" drop a utensil near her and motion to her
to pick it up...
while my slit sauce dipping "Lincoln log schlong" spoon head left peeking through the zipper so I
can give her a preview and hint.
It's dinner tyme and Honest Abe is ready for his presidential feast.
I felt the sense she noticed,
cause she took longer then expected to ascend her head from under the table
after seeing my "head" ascended and able.
As my friend Cere Bellum told me how this could play out like a movie scene.
Like, "Times of the essence. And we're about to finish the 2nd course of this mental meal with my

vein poping meat heat induced potatoes nut sac and her
Tastey Tormented Cunt, milky way pink valley vagina
got panties soiled with vanilla exstract juice dripping screaming Murphy's law
backwards...like,what can happen tonite...will!!"