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$1 Billion. Rotten tomatoes tried it. Netflix lied out their serpent tongue. Hoes mad.
          
          
          

This will be the last time I tune into the coloniser soirée, oh, I mean world cup. 
          
          They really poured bleach in this gumbo. All of the black teams with the exception of Brazil  and Egypt are O U T.
          
          https://tenor.com/bFJ7t.gif
          
          Is this the pain and anxiety men feel when they watch basketball or football? If this is it, mi nuh want it!
          
          Another thing- you see that Haaland boy, that’s a terrorist , caucus demon, a something but certainly not a human. 
          
          Tuh. https://tenor.com/jrbjWrolWjH.gif

You’d assume that after the digital battle of 2020 - 2021, folks would steer clear of thievery. 
          
          In words of Bernie Mac, “You bitches don’t understand”. 
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/413341055?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=k-mbxrly

Old 90s Brew.
          
          Eddie Murphy really called my girl Nippy to try and stop the union with crackhead and future kidnappee, Bobby Brown. 
          
          I believe the large publicity around the wedding and the release of The Bodyguard, pushed Eddie to marry Nicole. 
          
          Argue with your mammie, but in YouAintShit-ology, this always happens.

OH… MY.. GOD. They have released rehearsal footage of Michael and Whitney singing together.
          
          I'm going to cry.
          
          https://x.com/ffsmatty_/status/2070176359024922780?s=46

Ding Dong, The Grandmaster P*nk is Dead. 
          
          Many journalists point to the Disco Demolition Night of 1979 as the death of R&B and the sonically black American sound; However, we can trace the construction of the coffin by the saw dust on the hands of Clive Davis. 
          
          If Payola was not enough to stifle creativity and blur the reflection of regional black American, the guerrilla tactics of pitting black artists against one another did. 
          
          The supposed rivalry between Phylis Hyman and Whitney Houston destroyed an ecosystem that allowed the likes of Diana Ross, Donna Summers, Chaka Khan, Aretha Franklin and Patti Labelle to all co-exist in. 
          
          It became the constitution of “There can only be one.” 
          
          “There can only be one.” Echoed the old racist epithets that claimed goodness and worthiness could only be found in a Black American’s servility. 
          
          The indentured redesigned by Clive Davis would take form in full control of marketing, 360 deals written in the finest print of shackles shaped letters and the no-entry sign to other black artists whose sound and image were alike. 
          
          While Clive Davis and his counterparts forged a mirage of hegemony, seen in the 90s, the 2000s would exposed the machine working the Wiz. With the explosion of the Brandy and Monica feud, the endorsement of D*ddyism and the final chapter of Clive’s most prized “Boxer” (Whitney), it was clear that the trajectory of black superstardom could only survive on the necrosis of a ShouldaWouldaCouldaBeen.
          
          Similar to Orwell’s Animal Farm, it would take seasons after season for Clive to final be crossed out. 
          
          The audacious golden ticket of dying in one’s sleep has given me solace for one thing; Surely, on the other side, the great Napoleon of music will answer to the spiritual cry of justice for those he brought to slaughter.
          
          Good riddance, mothaf*cker.

Hear ye, hear ye! We need more antagonistic women in MJ Fanfics. Shit, because that’s what Michael liked anyways. 
          
          Go read Wanderers, rite neow.
          
          Mais, eh, vraiment. I encourage my writer girls to detach from purity culture when molding characters. The bubblegum good girl achetype has ran its course. 
          
          I yearn for the Lynn Whitfield-esque, Losing Isaiah-ish, etc. Hell, what did that pink lady say, I endorse the strippers! 
           #WeLoveTerribleWomen! #SayNoToBirdFlu #GoodGirlComesLast #ThinkLikeAMan 

*Clangs spoon against wine glass.*
          
          Let's talk...
          
          I'm at a crossroads of apprehension, and paralysed by the basket of ideas in my head. I know the common advice is to write, but then I'm attacked by the ghost of an unfinished draft from twentytwenty something.
          
          To my writers who have taken a brief or a long pause, how did you jump back into the swing of things?

Biggie Smalls with one eye looking at Tamika Scott and the other at his last bucket of KFC, said she and her bandmates were ugly. 
          
          Next thing you know, he in the mud. It’s still families of maggots with biggie smalls to-go boxes in there freezer. 
          
          

*Begins to scribble on the chalkboard* 
          
          Voodoo + Non-cannon Michael + Limerence stricken mama ode woman = ?
          
          
          Class?