The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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Big Pun

In the current flood of re-cycling water not yet seen as such, the coldness of the screen displayed channel number 873. A fat ass black f***** with a “Love and Peace” grey sweatshirt was in the middle of some soliloquy, ignoring the camera, his voice mostly aimed toward some people in the right and left margins; who were saying something indecipherable way off mike.

“Big Pun, obviously relevant in his reality, went platinum, as defined. He went with his talent and feeling to articulate something like Christopher George Latore Wallace married to a mellow honey. Beautiful; layin’ it down, man. CGLW needed to use a couple of aliases and the f****** got him anyway. Punk ass operatives all over Gotham. ............ Got to roll that shit like Philip fucking Morris; know what I’m sayin’. ....... Hey cool whities; any out there anymore? ......... Shit. Last m**** f**** I knew kicked it last year.”

The fat man on camera turned to the screen audience, laughed and said; “Yeah, hi to all the polite and careful-to-be-politically-correct m***** populating the “New Age” meetings. To pretend to dig this is so “liberal” of you. Thanks so much. Hope it makes YOU feel real good. Down here in the “war zone” we don’t give a flying f***; either way. Confab yo eyeballs, and then pay only