Boog is many things. A Boogaloo, to this writer, had always been a partw, a git down which simply means getting out of a car. Reckon it also depends on the context. In today’s erosive atmosphere, #Journalismisdead has assigned it to racism or it implies a term for the coming conflict betwixt the ideologically opposed. Also a father’s nickname, Vietnam killed off the Boog, but he loathed my being, left me nothing in death, save a name, and now The Boog, now lifted for the pseudonym, The Boog; fits nicely for something wrong, dark or gritty–a place, theme or feeling that’s off or just simply fucked up. It’s this writer’s place to shirk propriety, kick boundaries in the nuts, dispense with the fuck giving and freely write whatever twisted shit falls onto the keys as the mind wanders a free path.
A Bayou Boogaloo
When she turned her back and walked away, the sailor's head swiveled towards a mirror's reflection which he spoke to. In it a wide-eyed young man with saliva pooling in his mouth began generating a new hard-on, which he began to stroke. With his free hand, he picked at dried crust in the corner of his mouth and swallowed his drool hard saying, almost singing, “I got me a girl tonight. She's in the bathroom now putting glycerine in her snatch to make me think she's wet for me...and boy, I've got something for her.”
“Lilly like the crack. Like that expensive shit he buys her but dat don’t make his broke dick work,” she said leaning in over the candle, the flickering light accenting the dim yellow of her sclera.
Diana...wondered, secretly, if she could stomach the extremes or envision a reconciliation once the bleeding began, and her appetite for neither bothered her as much as the foreboding commitment to friends that chained her to terrorism. She could either stick with her history, or question her ideology and abandon them. The middle ground held death as its bookends. In Dwight, she loathed being white and rich; in Guatemala, she learned to hate capitalist America and under the Weatherman, she learned to hate herself.
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