Ye’s apologies to his masters that have their feet on his neck…

I didn’t really give a damn at first. But, seeing a billion or rich man be whipped to submission and put back in his submissive place of wealth without power to his masters.

Ye is a slave. You may like Ye. I don’t give a fuck. He is a mother fucking billionaire slave my dude. This is the comedy of days gone to the fucking doggs.

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I got thoughts. Several thoughts. I learned something. No. I’m reminded of two things specifically I learned during the pandemic covid mask bullshit.

When you are a slave to your passions, your stuff and your ego, whatever you have a price your willing to pay and most importantly…

If you do believe in anything. I mean really believe in anything you are less inclined to sell your soul for fancy pants and a pair diamond laced sneakers.

I’m not saying don’t go after the bag or get your money or any of that bullshit. I’m asking you honestly do you want to be somebody’s bitch?

I get it. Some times you got to be depolomatic in life but the fucking dude got his ass handed to him for talking about Lord Voldermort??

Real talk. You can’t talk shit about em. You can’t say anything let alone speak the name that makes grown man piss themselves to sleep at night if it is whispered in their ear.

This shit is silly as fuck!

I can’t. I can’t handle this shit. This is reality?! Holy shit.

Mother fucka’s are having his paper and repetition fucked with because he was crying about the fucking the Lords and Lady’s of the fucking west owning his slave ass.

Now. I grew up around the Jewish community. You say jew I think someone who wear’s a black suit, pimp hat and wants to be left the fuck alone to be who they are talk Russian all damn day.

Ye and rest of the fucking world says jew. I think. Lord Voldermort. I grew up reading Harry Potter. The shit sound the fucking same.. The fuck?!

I think the world means the financial merchant technocrats. That’s obivous but no one gives a fuck about the sky being blue.. but all of it sounds like whinning to me from the lips of slaves with boots on their necks.

No. I don’t give a fuck he said some shit about the royalty that rule the fucking west. I don’t give a fuck and neither will anybody else when it’s two months from now if not two days.

It’s a lesson though. Do your own thing and don’t be beholden to anybody for how you get your bread or feed your damn kids.

I’m sorry. No. I’m not sorry. Ye got the shit test. People will say he kissed the ring because black people didn’t support him….

Bitch please.

If he wanted to be free he should have walked the fuck away and expected to lose it all so he could start over again. There are only two options 1. a boot on your neck or 2. bounce.

Ye will probably bounce back and get more wealth and fancy pants from all this. But, he’s still a slave. That’s just the way it is. Would I be any different though if I was given the choice?

I don’t know. I’m weird though. I don’t like the idea of being somebody’s bitch or people taking me for a sucka they can turn out. I would rather be left the fuck alone.

Conflict. It’s in the air we breathe and water we swim in. Personally, I prefer to vamp it and blow out sweet pain and free thinking.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Sleeping Beauty awakened by medical examiner pt 6

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Amber sat in a seat to my right with her note pad and pen ready in the business conference room I had rented out for the day at my bank. I checked my pocket watch in my vest pocket. 12 noon.

“Lord Blair. When are the Lords excepted to Arrive. It is getting rather late.” Amber asked in the voice of an angel but the tone of her words made me worried of what female fantasies were running in her head.

“I am not a Lord. I am Doctor Arnold Blair or if you need a personal name for me Master will do. The young professionals and tradesmen will be arriving shortly. It will be a short meeting and then we will go home to bed. The discussion matters regarding your wifely allowance and assistant pay will be on the morrow.”

“Yes, my Lord.” She said in a small voice.

“Remember, Amber. I did give you two choices in the matter.”

“Yes, my Lord. You were generous. My Lord I believe your first candidate for the counsel of lords has arrived.”

I got to my feet extending my hand toward a young tall handsome bald gentleman dressed in a crimson dark suit walked in the room frowning but he took my hand in a firm shake and nodded to me.

“I got your message Doctor Blair, I believe but I found it rather strange. A request for a leadership position in the city? I found it puzzling. I thought the current King wouldn’t share power here.” He said meaningfully glancing at Amber.

“There is no need to be wary of such, Mr. Beast. I have asked you here to represent the magical warrior tradesmen. The king is not interested in day to day politics as such.” I said.

Mr. Beast frowned at me and then flinched back blinking. He smiled slowly as he saw me. “I see. Your are…Doctor Blair.” He said meaningfully for some reason. He took out a cigar putting it to his lips.

I reached forward and snapped my fingers at the end of the cigar lighting it a blaze with my lite thumb. Mr. Beast smiled at me and nodded his thanks taking a puff and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth.

“Thank you. Doctor Blair, you refer to me as a tradesmen in magic warriors here. How in the ancients did you come up with that notion?”

“I know of your work in helping with the young male orphans in the city and civiling them into competent soldiers, guards and trash removers. I hope to extend you an invitation sense so many of those young men look up to you as the inspiration for getting rid of the Dracoian savages.” I said.

Mr. Beast’s eyes lite with understanding and he grimanced. “I get it. Youngsters have been talking about me behind my back. What political powers will be given to me if I accept and will it take up to much of time to bothered?”

I smiled. “You will have a vote on immigration issues and task in your estimation of getting rid of trouble makers hoping to invade and distrub the peace. Meetings will be few and short. How’s it sound?”

“That sounds wonderful to my ears. I’m in.” A female said.

I looked around to see my female cousin Mini and two male come forward.

Mini was dressed in a fashionable pink dress. “Cousin Mini. You are looking lovely as always.”

Mini did a lady like dip with her dress.

I held out my hand to one of the men. “Mr. Mohler. A pleasure to meet you.”

Mr. Mohler bowed to me and shook my hand. “It is an honor. Doctor Blair. I wish you long life. As guardian and manager of the Crossroads Bar. I can not accept a position of power however the Crossroads will act by your will as a second gate dealing out annoyances to your peace and being a sanctuary for all time. By your word as the administrator of the guardsmen of course.” He said nodding to Amber who was silently studying as she wrote down what was going on.

I nodded. “I accept your terms.” I said and then turned to catch

Adam Silverstone bowed to me. “We the academics and spellswords accept your offer my Lord. We will ensure the safety and guardianship of the state along side the guardsmen that follow you.” He said extending out his arm.

I clapsed his arm. “Excellent this is going far more-” I paused to turn my head toward my asistent.

Amber attempting to slip away. Moving silently out of her chair.
“Where are you going?”

Amber froze and then sat back down took up her pen and started writing.

“You will stay where you are until it is time for us to leave. You will not attempt to defy me. Am I understood?”

Amber paled at my tone but nodded. “I will do as you say my Lord.”

I turned back to Mini who walked over to stand and study Amber. “You’ve claimed a fairy. Are you sure about that?”

“I was there when I took her by the hips and sat her on my lap. So yes I am sure about that. What in tuss are you alluding to?”

“She’s a trickster. She might have used magic on you to make you want her. She looks like the type. Fat breasts, tiny waist and large ass. What the hell is appealing about her?” Mini said.

I literally couldn’t comprehend what in the tuss Mini was going on about. She couldn’t be serious but she looked and sounded like it.

Mr. Beast leaned close to my ear. “What in great Draco’s balls is your cousin going on about?”

I could see the other men had similar experiences of confusion. Amber was the only one looking she might cry.

“Lady Demar. I hold back my offer to you for the committee.”

Mini looked at me opened mouthed. “What for?! I didn’t say anything that was a lie. I was just asking a question. How could you like this-“

“-You are beginning to annoy me with your female nonsense. I chose Miss Clocks. That is final. I neither asked nor require your opinion. You are a female. You haven’t the first notion of how a male thinks or what pleases us so don’t attempt to make idle guesses about what we like and dislike in females.” I said softly.

Mini pursed her lips and stood straight. “I’m sorry for being foolish.”

“I suggest you concentrate on your flower business and becoming married lady. For right now you are acting very silly.” I said.

Mini bowed her head submissively to me. “My apologies Doctor Blair.”

“Apologize to my wife. Right this instance.” I said calmly.

Mini flinched at my tone but dipped a cursy to Amber and looked submissive though I knew there was a strong possibility she wasn’t anything of the kind.

“I apologize for my foolishness.”

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Trying to find my way back to books and music….

I’m a realist with a desire to have the space for a book collection and the time to enjoy. The problem is I’m spending to much of my time like this….

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Watching this….

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It’s a real problem. I was a weird kid growing up dreaming of being an old fuck reading a whole bunch of books and listening to music in the background….

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I am half way there. I just have to find the means to break away days for it. It’s hard in these digital era days. But, it’s a weird as fuck dream I have that won’t go away.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 2 ep 4

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Dallas

“Are you done getting a confession?” Officer Rafe asked behind me breaking me out of vision I tried to capture of the alien in my head.

I got to my feet helpping Miss Waters to her feet and turned to face the officers. “Take Miss Waters to holding. We have a code 50b immigration issue.” I said.

The Judge looked swiftly at Miss Waters as she closed up her jacket and tried to cover herself and then back at me. “I’ll call in Sargent Drake on the swat team to head over to pick her-“

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“She won’t be there or at her apartment. She’ll already be on the run.” I said as Ice showed me the park gateway the runner was headed to. “Tell Drake and the swat to head down to the place you interviewed her. I’ll meeting them there to help with the hunt.” I said.

“How the hell would you know that?” The Judge asked in annoyance.

I stared at him. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere.”

“Mr. Page. What will happened to me?” Miss Waters asked.

I didn’t have time for this shit. I smiled at her. “I will handle your case we’ll go through the proper channels and I will get you a proper resolution.” I said guiding her to the officers who hearded her away. The Judge stayed behind.

I reached inside my pocket for my detapad and sent a group message to Drake and King Gino Fish. “Do you have a location on her brother?” I asked The Judge as I texted Drake a short reply to what we had to deal with.

Level 5 Alien shit bag playing god on the run. Meet me at 6th Golden Road. Purple district. – Dallas

The Judge grimanced but nodded. “Yeah. He’s at the station waiting for us to bring her down with her corporate authority defense team. The boys at the station will keep him busy at the station. We should head to the nearest border she’ll be making a run for it.”

I shook my head. “There’s more then one border. She won’t be taking the usual route. I know of one in purple district.” I said and looked at my detapad as I got reply from Drake.

The hunt is on – Drake

City is on lockdown. Find and delete alien shitbag. – GinoFish

“What the hell happened to her.” The Judge asked me as he followed me out of the condo outside.

The alarms were going off to indicate the city was going into lockdown.

I turned to him.

“Miss Waters deleted Brent as he attempted to violate her under the orders of your fucking witness. Her mutation broke out and drove her insane afterward and the foreigner used the moment to craft a good bullshit story. We’ve already lost enough time. Let’s move.” I said rounding my crusier and jumping inside. Ice the Elder Dragon was in the passenger seat. I started the engine and took off down the road.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want any part in your alien political issues.”

I felt Ice’s sardonic smile. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere. I like that line Jr. It’s not my doing that this pretend God invaded this realm. You have to accept what you are and the lessor beings you will attract to challenge your Authority.”

“I live my own life old man. I only started getting into this shit after I finished my internship under you.”

Ice shrugged unconcerned with my words. “You took on the job Jr. You’ll have to deal with the consequences sense you became Authority.”

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Interview with Boss Bitch in Charge….

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Alright what is this photo telling you. There is a story here. In every article of clothing and in the very way she leans at an angle toward the camera. The gaze. The expression of one eye brow raised.

She is relaxed but posed and focused. Nothing is out of place. Everything fits and there is a story.

Interview with Kaiah Lewis best selling author of I birthed Twelve kids and run my own damn business and Boss Bitch in Charge.

GuardianDogg: First off, I want to say you have a lovely home and very welcoming family. How you are doing today?

Kaia Lewis: Thank you. I’m quite good. My daily morning Yoga ritual was fantastic and energizing afterwards I had a lovely writing session just before your arrival. I am ready for this interview to get going.

GD: Let’s dive in then. When did you realize you wanted to be a Boss bitch? Have you always had an entrepreneur spirit?”

KL: Well yes. Though I didn’t realize my full potential until my husband obtained his first million, before then I was just a house wife with three children. Those were fun adventurous times writing on my blog and doing freelance writing gigs. I was eighteen at the time.

GD: Humble beginnings. You have a very strong pose in your writing. How long did it take for you to develop it in your writing career/business?

KL: Oh I would say right around my sixth child and my husband got into investing in the hotel business that my writing took off. I got into my stride and I started getting book deal offers suddenly and here we are.

GD: Indeed. Who is your inspiration as a writer and boss? Who has cultivated you to the success you are now? Are you a self made genius?”

KL: Oh no. I would say my husband of course. He is a very busy man between doing business deals around the world and being a father of twelve. But, he always seems to find time to blow my back out on my birthday every year with the same energy and passion he did when I was eighteen. I find that inspiring.

GD: Really?! That is amazing. Such dedication and punctual timing.

KL: I agree. Of course sense I am his personal asistent in control of his schedule I always put it in his Callender of course. I always make a commitment on my part to make sure our busy schedules line up just right.

GD: You are woman of many talents.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 2 ep 1

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Dallas

I stepped out of my cruiser slipping on my suit jack in front of the authority officer in charge and several other officers outside the private condo residential building around her. What was her name? Damn it. I glanced at her name tag on her badge. Quinn. Officer Penny Quinn. I took in the scene and looked around at the others. “Officer Quinn. Sense your the acting officer in charge I would like to see my client please.”

Officer Quinn shook her head. “I was in charge until the judge arrived. You’ll have to speak to him about seeing her.” She said nodding to an officer on a huge black motorcycle cruiser.

I froze at the sight of Bran “The Judge” Rafe who was seated on his bike staring at me with his mirrored glasses on. “Your the rookie Authority taking over for Sam?”

I nodded. “I am Authority Dallas Page. Officer Rafe. I plan to insure my client’s rights are protected from a street judgement. She asked for an authority.”

The Judge shrugged and nodded to the apartment building. “She’s holed up in her place with a blaster to her chin when officer Quinn came.. She’s spooked won’t talk to us asked for an authority defense. If you can get her out we’ll take it from there?”

I stared at him. “Meaning you’ll take her to holding alive where she will stay until the case is investigated. I will find out if her plea for a defender is valid or she’s guilty.”

The Judge stared at me.

The hair on the back of my neck was standing up and my heart hammered against my chest. I gripped the B coin in my right pocket tightly. “Do you understand me Officer Rafe? It’s the standard rule I believe.”

The Judge nodded. “You being an authority should know as well with a witness and the murder weapon in the accused hand is a clear cut case. There’s no need to extend the hour on this Case or the amount of paper work we’ll have to do. That’s my judgement, Sir.”

Damn. That was pretty clear cut with a witness and the damn weapon. Still something was off. I stared at him. “Why didn’t you execute her then? What are you not telling me?”

The Judge frowned. “The witness was at the scene of the murder when it happened and we only have one witness. The lab boys are still going over the scene of the murder. It took place less then twenty-fours ago.”

Clear cut case my ass. This lazy mother fuckah didn’t want to be bothered doing the damn paper work.

“I over rule your judgement. Nothing is clear cut. I haven’t seen the interview with the witness or any other evidence.The final judgement is still up to King Fish and the high judges for the case. Officer Rafe. When I bring out the accused I need you and your officers to bring her to the station for holding. Are you capable of doing the job or do I need to hire out corporate security forces to handle the job?”

The Judge stared at me and then his face formed a slow wolfish grin. “Orders accepted. Final judgement is on you as is the paperwork.”

I nodded stiffly. I turned away from the jackass walking toward the apartment building door entrance.

“Hey, rookie your going to need a protective shielding. She’s also an elemental. I forgot to mention that. You still up for talking to her?” The Judge said. The others snorted in laughter at me.

I stiffened up my back and felt a change take hold of me. I turned and looked at him. The laughter around us stopped. No one moved. No one breathed. The stupid grin slipped off his face.

“I am Authority. You will address me as such mortal. Just….wait for me to come out with Miss Waters and do as I ordered.” I said. I kept the “or else” out of my words. What the fuck was wrong with me? I noticed that I could see my breathes in the summer night. Damn it. Ice element.

Officer Rafe nodded. “Copy that Authority. We’ll be waiting for you to bring the girl out.” He said respectfully.

I took several chilly breaths bringing my anger under control and turned back to the door and walked into the condo that smelled of earth and some other wild elemental inside.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 2

Fifteen years ago….

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Dallas

I stared at nothing. It didn’t make sense to me. I had completed my Rite of Passage. I had made it back to where my people should be camped for my return trip.

It had been one hell of a two year journey from apprenticeship in under an Authority in the city back to the meet up spot where I had born from nothing. I had done what I needed to do and made it back with new clothes on my back, a job and a new crusier to return to nothing. No one.

I walked around the camping ground with a thought for what the fuck could have happened. No big wheel tire tracks or signs anyone had ever been here. I searched the sands and then I heard my cruiser’s on board communications decker going off. I had a job in the city.

I started running back to my cruiser only to trip over something buried in the sand. I turned back and frowned at the shiny object. I got down on my knees and dug it out. It was a black square chest. I opened it and found one Silver B coin inside. I held it in my hand. That was it. They folded and took to the four winds of the dream realm. I was alone. I got to my feet and let the coin drop from my hand to the sand.

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Fuck em. They left me just one fucking B coin to start over with. The fucking losers expected me too take over. I didn’t need em or their fucking traditions or nomandic ways.. I would do alright on my own. I turned to head back to my ride. I made it only five steps before it got to me.

Damn it.

I ran back picked up the coin and hurried back to my ride. I jumped inside closing the door and hitting the starter button as I looked over at my on board screen and stared at my new client’s profile picture and the charge. Murder one?!

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Shena Waters….not A bad body for a possible murder.

Hmm. Time to get back to work.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

A discussion in art..Who is this made for?!

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Art is truly subjective.

You like what you like.

Some people hate action movies. Some people prefer romantic comedies. The small minority of today prefer books as their go too art/entertainment.

The Rings of Power is a Television show made by modern day writers. The themes cater to a proticular audience…..

I’m not in that audience. The shit wasn’t made for me so I don’t give a fuck about it.

That audience exists and they will watch and enjoy every second of the art that I view as shit.

I don’t really hate on people that like the shit or think it’s high art. I find the shit interesting because it brings hope to my mind that rich fuckers didn’t just spend a fucking truck full of money just to blow it all on cocain fantastic visions about an audience that would love the fuck out of it.

Realistically speaking the makers of Rings of Power were shooting for the fan base of traditional fans of the Lords of the Rings. They missed from the jump of the first fucking trailer and didn’t have a flying fuck of succeeding because……

They weren’t fans to begin with and it was always about the money. But, they have their audience just not the one they were shooting for.

Disney/Marvel produced a show about She Hulk.

I am a fan of SheHulk. I saw the first trailer. I couldn’t get past how fuck ugly She-hulk looked and then the resting bitch face of the actor that plays She-hulk in normal bitch mode. I knew this shit wasn’t for me. I found who it was for and heard a dude say that fucking ugly green CGi-fuck ugly-jolly green giant was sexy….

I’m not mad at the dude for saying he’s fucking banana balls crazy. I am relieved in a weird way that the people that find this shit amazing and awesome exist….I know who this shit is for….the normal general public.

The normal general public loves this form of entertainment. I maxed out a long fucking time ago. This shit wasn’t made for me. It was made for consumers these products.

For the next decades. Marvel will bring out a ton of this shit and the normal folks will watch every last bit of the shit and enjoy it all. I got no shade for Marvel now because people are buying it. Consuming Disney SheHulk and Marvel movies are how normal people have fun…..

So what is my reaction to all this….

Bad ass bitch

Techno wizard cowboy

Alpha Bad ass barbarian in a suit.

This is how I have fun. I make art for me.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 1 ep 5

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She-Roar

I traded blows with the blond bitch as we finally landed on the city street on top of a car. I rolled off at the same time she did and circled around to her. The Bitch backed up shooting lightning element at me from fingers.

I dodged rolled and came close to her before some asshole tackled me to the ground and started punching me with iron heavy fits. I kneed the clown in the nuts and back kicked him up in the chest knocking him.

Lightning hit me in the chest knocking me back to crusier. My body crushed into the side. I grunted from the pain and then Dallas was in front of me blasting the blond bitch’s lightning back with his element of snow and lightning from his eyes.

I used the crusier to get myself back up to my feet. “Your trying to help me against your girlfriend. I’m flattered.”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Dallas said and grimanced. “I can’t hold this bitch back forever. If your going to do something do it now.” He said.

I looked around for something to throw at her and then I looked at the crusier. I tested the weight to see if I could lift it and was a fit for my part but I finally was able to haul it up and throw it using my legs and a twist of my hips and sent it to her.

The blond bitch stopped attacking Dallas and started running as the cruiser came at her fast and crashed into her back and sandwiched her between another car.

“Nice work Cousin.” Cyberpunk said stepping out of nothing to appear before us in a strange outfit.

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I’ll be taking it from here Cous. You and your man better get moving and enjoy your date.” He said walking toward where the blond bitch as she began pushing the cruiser off of her body.

“I’m not your damn cousin, alien and I’m not a damn elemental. Why the fuck did that asshole try to kill me?” I shouted at him.

“Come on. Don’t get caught up in their alien bullshit.” Dallas said.

Dallas took my hand and started pulling away to his fancy black crusier. Cyberpunk didn’t turn just waved me away with a backward hand.

“We’ll talk later little Cous. Short story is…your more then you think you are. You two run along and have sex. It’s a nice night to get laid. I might sneak over to my old lady’s place for a booty call. I’ll catch you later.” He said.

Sex?! Yeah. Sex. Fuck this shit. I hopped into the cruiser passenger side as Dallas hoped in the driver’s seat and took off down the street and then straight up into the Skyways.

I turned to Dallas. “What the fuck is going on?”

Dallas stared at the road. “The fuck I know? My guess the Aliens are fighting about some new bullshit issue and decided we have something to do with it. So Shena. You have a fantastic body. You must be sore from all that fighting and stuff. How about I give you a nice full body massage before we get down to business?”

I couldn’t believe this guy. He was extremely likeable. It was a pity I had to kill him afterward. I needed the other half of my pay after losing my dress. I had to wonder at how calm he was taking everything. “You don’t seem that unnerved by everything. This a usual day for you?”

Dallas grimanced and waved a dismissive hand he later placed on my leg. While he used his other hand to drive. “Not all the time. You handled yourself pretty well though. I’ll make it up to you. I give excellent massages.”

Yeah. This was too normal. I felt to comfortable with this man touching me. I knew without doubt in my mind.

“So…Shena Waters. Was she your wife or girlfriend?”

Dallas frowned shaking his head. “Neither. I was born and raised nomad before my pack folded. But, the old ways kept with me and you agreed with them. Your are my mate.”

“Your mate is dead. I’m her clone and my name is SheRoar.” I said.

Dallas robbed my leg. “I don’t give a damn what you call yourself. Just as long as your mean I’m good. Did I mention I have money and I’m Authority?” He said moving his hand up my leg.

Hmm. “How much money? I need a new dress and wardrobe.” I asked him.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 1 ep 3

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She-Roar

Dinner had been short partly because we were dancing around in stupid conversation the whole evening along just to get going to his place and getting to hit the backboard. I did for a second think I was going to kill him before I had a little fun but I decided to fuck it and have a little fun and maybe dig through his files in his home office to get a lead on where the fucker that killed Waters’ sister was hiding.

Though there could be a strong possibility the fucker was dead and Waters was in denial. I washed my face in the mirror frowning as I noticed my hair change again to a dirty green color. Hmm. I would need to see the doc about that.

The lights flickered out. I stood in darkness for second and felt somebody behind me. I spun out of the way as lights flickered on for a second and went out I saw the black armored assassin with a lazor blade tried to back stab me.

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The lights flickered on from somewhere. I looked around at nothing but empty space and darkness and the fucking assassin.

“Will me your element.”

I frowned at him. “I’m a clone you stupid alien. I have no elements to give you. Your mistaken about-” I leaped up and over his head summersulting over him as he sent a burst of black snow and lightning at me.

He turned slicing my dress up and down the middle until I stood in my bra and panties giving me a long wound across my belly and breast. I snarled in a rage. “That fucking dress cost me half my fee you fucking clown. I’m going to take it out on your ass.”

The assassin moved but I was quicker grabbing his blade and snapping it in half. I came at him as he stared in shock at his weapon for a second. His hesitation gave me the edge I needed to stab him in the chest picked him up and flung him flying into the void until I heard something break against his body and the black void blinked out and I returned to the restroom.

I felt dizy from the blood loss and the rush of the trip back to normal space/time and fell to the floor as I felt a rush of burning. Damn. This was it. I didn’t even get a chance to get my back blown out. The burning spread all over my body. I felt a mixture of pain and rush of energy.

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My vision faded as I saw a strange looking man with numbers on his face grinning down at me. “Yo. What’s up Cous. Damn, I thought you were dead, bitch. The jump start is about to kick in. Get ready. It hurts like a sum-a-bitch!”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Da fuck! Moment

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I’m taking a lunch break before my next shift in the lunch room sitting in the corner eating a twist and drinking a Dr. Pepper.

In walks two shit kicking cowboys with trucker hats on and yes…neither was is a trucker and I had on my own hat too. We’ll call em. Young gun and old tomahawk.

Anyway, they get into the shit before Old tomahawk sits his ass down next to me.

“You see that’s what the younger generation are like no accountability. No accountability.” OT

“Yeah. What fuck is good in here to eat. What the fuck does that mean?” YG

“Are you fucking serious?! You don’t know what accountability is?!” OT

“Yeah. What fuck is that?” YG

I start laughing.

Young gun gives zero fucks what Old Tomahawk has to say. He is deaf and looking at a chicken burger in the fridge that is for sale.

Pause!

Stop talking like an old fuck. Nobody 25 or younger gives a fuck what you have too say. Your only 35. Stop that shit!

They get into it after that with Young Gun fucking with Old tomahawk in between topics about spanish words, the weather, goble warming and the fucking weird north Korean education/induction system. All the while Young Gun is telling me how Old Tomahawk is fucking front loading some bullshit about what he knows about geography.

Old Tomahawk has had it and drops the bomb.

“Why you anorexic toothpick. Fuck you.”

I damn nearly pissed myself laughing out loud. That shit hit hard.

Young Gun comes back immediately with this line….

“Well you know what they say about skinny dudes?” YG

Da fuck?!

Time froze a second and then we all laughed at the shit eatting grin on Young Gun’s face and no fucks given gleam in his eyes. One older skinny dude added some sauce to it.

“He ain’t lying. He telling the truth “

I gave Young Gun a fist bump for that shit. A-. But he hit back with what he had. I turn to my work buddy who is looking around confused.

“What the hell is happening right now?”

I shrugged. Da fuck did I know or give a damn. I was having a good time before I had to work again.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg