No. The raccoons had to open the door TO the bathroom to help their friend/ hold back his fur lmao ๐Ÿคฃ as he lolol-oh god lol-๐Ÿ˜‚ and they left him there…as one does , between the toilet and the garbage can lol-

(Literal tears…I needed this today lol whew…)

...as a person who has called someone ...a drunk raccoon... in my younger years...I approve this visual expression of my early literary whathaveyous.

The Angel, cackling at God for making her pictorial slurs manifest just to tickle her.

Tell me humans aren’t reincarnated all over the place & piloting all kinds of ships in this simulation all you want…

but then you gotta explain how a drunk raccoon made his drunken way TO…and then passed out next to a toilet like many who went to big ten and big twenty schools know as the true initiation into college campus life

God is a Trip. Because on top of just the protected clubhead whathaveyous ( before I even got saved in 2002)…I shuttered my line all the way in 02 , went back to school pointed at entertainment marketing and started writing what would become Grievechronic. Sean John was the only line I would’ve gone back in to join the design room for. Even as a freelancer. It was blocked every. Single. Time. And it used to piss me off, too. Because I “knew” there was extra interference &it pissed me off[on the way to being saved] that God was Allowing the fn interference. This was across two or three years, too. Nonsense. I Thank God for not getting my way.

when they said 900 bottles of baby oil my old club kid ass growled "that was Fn GHB ...and is probably gonna be lost evidence" and yall innocentes were like mwahmwahmwah!

I know my crazy assed underground motherfuckers! I came up in nyc clubs, was freeest in the gay clubs because I was Not the target - you could see the shift from the deejay booth across the crowd. GHB in baby oil'd be a direct hit!

There's mofos... i know...God...tried to warn, would've warned via me , even just get yo bearings down here wise...who dogged me Hard, clout chasing. No idea how safe i was down there and due to who. Calling me Pollyana trying to be cool, blind to -

Mofos Who got tapes. Who know...i know...they got tapes.

It's why I forgive and walk away.

Every genX black man you see getting ๐Ÿ˜  at 50 cent over this…has gotten down in some diskinnah Diddy shit ๐Ÿ˜’ that they don’t want coming to light.

That’s your litmus test. Right there.

& the “community” has seemed to cosign all of that shit small scale or big, in its silence. Has been in complicated complicity with the worst things.

Calling him a snitch cuz you’re a fuckin Coward ain’t the look you think it is(nigga).

He may be “trolling”( ๐Ÿ˜€ )

…and his foes are digging like a motherfucker looking for dirt on him for blowing up Their spots…But he’s also going everyone ain’t down with that shit...and all that shit needed an EFFECTIVE Counterpoint, the call is coming from inside the house style…

To kill it.

Without destroying the legacy Of all these other crazy assed black kids who set the world on fire keyed to and soundtracked by hip hop, one way or another.

Better Curtis Jackson than Ryan Murphys ass.

SAY…what yall want… but Curtis Jackson did him a solid. This is better than ANY fn documentary Diddy was gonna do on himself regarding his story.

Diddy’s would’ve been full of corny, obvious lies & aggressively aggravated aggrandizement, god complex shit with no check nor balance, and all kinds of omitted shit that gives true shadow that’s fn necessary in ฤฬฃapturing an fn demi-urge.

As his Enemy…he has gone and done him better than ANY of these legacy usurping Whyte grifter folks have done ANY Black artist in this country, for better or for worse.

&I felt it… and saw it in 50’s eyes when they asked him what they thought Sean Combs would think of it. What HE said and that mercurial pure Loki twinkle in his eyes IS WHAT ACTUALLY GOT ME TO TUNE IN. I knew then &there it’d be a bloodbath, but truth. I still took a 2hr break to get my werkmode shit in middle of pt 1, but I felt the pause …and I’m watching it.

This (midway thru pt2) ain’t the tale Diddy would’ve ever had the guts to tell…but if he loved himself …if he ever gets to loving himself it would be the tale he needed to. He might finally be able to love that lil kid that simultaneously was gonna rule a chunk of the world and didn’t stand a chance.

Aint gone go as far as “50 love that nigro more than ANY of the enabling motherfuckers he made sure to keep around him…”..

…but Curtis Jackson gets it. What he was looking at. Like a butcher. Sharpening knives. Grinning lolol.

AND… yall can fight me on this one. If ya want, but…

…iiii ๐Ÿค” think that it’s less “50 must’ve really liked that girl-“hesholelookhappyinthosepics~”

And more…HE [50] done done some fn therapy his dawned-on self…and recognized that what Puff Daddy did With that chick was on autopilot 30 yrs deep. There’s no point in being the wrong kinda bent outta shape when you know that’s 35+years of demonic pathology riding that diddler. The Director[give her her motherfucking OMGs] Did that shit. Talk about the Thruline!fuck,maan.

But …50 ain’t hafta do that. Show the fn pathology. It may be the first time Sean sees it, outside looking in. He’ll watch it. It might be what finally gets fucking through.