C'est Moi, Vanille

Mostly cut and paste jobs performed by the knife wielding pocket sized fairy, Vanille.

Friday, February 03, 2006

BITCHES by: Vanille




The Bitch got style.
WHAT?
The Bitch got class.
WORD!
The Bitch about to knock you off yo mothafukkin ass.
YO.

Bitches.


Bitch is in the money
and she flossin' fresh and clean.

K9's got the muster
he know what
Bitches need.

Bitches be all up on him
See how they beg and plead.

I come to educate you,
to tell you what to read.



Bitch is in the House
What?

Bitch is in the House.
Who?

Bitch is in the House.
Well,


Bitches.


Bitches are internal
they tell you what to do.

Mary had a little bitch,
St. Peter had one too.

I took my bitch to school one day
To School one day?

To school one day.

I took my bitch to school one day
But she was against the rules.



Bitches in the House.
Where?

Bitches in the House.
How?

Bitches in the House
Why?



Cuz, We all got Bitches.



Bitches need to testify
Serve it up and mount

A super, bitched-up army
too strong to even count.


Bitch is gonna play you
She gonna read you too,

Bitch be so upon you
you don't know what to do.

Bitch will force you open
She leaves your will for broken

You say: "what she smokin?"
That bitch be steady token

Bitches.
Gots to holler for my
Bitches.

UH.

One more time y'all now,

BITCHES.

18 Comments:

At 3/2/06 6:11 PM, Blogger sparringK9 said...

/bark bark bark

What????????????????????

/(ever see a dog turn his head with that funny look when he hears something weird?)

praise you girl for no word verification. i join in in solidarity against this annoying blog plague!

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 
At 3/2/06 6:16 PM, Blogger Infinitesimal said...

awww,
you dint catch the ol skool PSK style beat?

ya dint like it?

I am reclaiming the right to the word bitch, making it empowering.... or maybe not?

 
At 3/2/06 7:34 PM, Blogger Bird said...

excellent! re-appropriate away! and may I have permission to add this to my collection of tidbits to share with students?

i do a unit discussing the use of "bitch," "nigger/nigga," "chink," "fag/gay/dyke," "cracker/trailer trash" - how do these words operate? can groups rehabilitate words that have been used against them and make then anew - make them empowering - or, are we just fooling ourselves - do we further subjecticate (sp) ourselves by those words. or is the use of these words contextual - who uses it when, where, why. provokes some great brain-burning discussion and lots of steaming browns (should i use this term with students, K9?) in the classroom - creating "spirited disagreement" that steps just a tad bit outside the confines of what teacher types call "academic discourse" yet not too far...

about the superfriends/superpowers - love to join in. i have to contemplate my superpower - i am so accustomed to super powers that i don't know anymore which powers of mine are "super" - hahahahha!

and what's the problem with word verification? it eliminates the "I love your blog. Keep up the good work. And come buy stuff at my site" comments.

damn! i've been distracted again from my work by this screen-sucking(surely a super power of some sort, eh?)

 
At 3/2/06 7:35 PM, Blogger Bird said...

p.s. spelling is NOT a super power. damn, it's almost embarrassing.

 
At 3/2/06 7:41 PM, Blogger sparringK9 said...

/bark bark bark

I understand ownership of derrogatory terms fully.
What I didnt understand is the reference to the nice doggie! I looked up the PSK style thing but i wasnt really aquainted with that flow....
still concerned for your flumoxxed day and send a wag your way. creativity is always a balm to the soul but you know that already.

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 
At 3/2/06 8:08 PM, Blogger sparringK9 said...

/bark bark bark

I have been home working and have knocked off for the night. Yeah, I was confused about that auntie belle thing until I backtracked all the way to bogs' state of the union post and now it makes sense. I didnt know what you were talking about in a post about me and my aunt. I was like "I have a rich aunt?" Yea!

She said some africans would send you a thank you note for a contribution she made in your name - i like her name for you : countess infit.....etc.

Shes hilarious. She seems to have a nurting affection for you. like a real auntie.

I would love for her to come on board with me. Though I might be too lone wolf for a team playing. remember how SK9 started....

I see revX has a team member tho I have never seen any writing from lo pull. Rev has hit me with so much to read it will be like studying for an exam to reply. but I will.

why are you home-the flumox thing?

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 
At 3/2/06 8:12 PM, Blogger sparringK9 said...

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

nurting?- no, nurturing. God! I am too tired.

/colapses

 
At 4/2/06 5:09 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn, bitch! that's good...

and k9 - gettin' shout-out from Vanille on her site... lucky you!

totally get the reclaiming epithets thing... the motto on my blog, regarding "liberal," is just such an effort...

Vanille, bitch, I'm sendin' you some love... I hopes you know Bogs got your back when you down, girl...

 
At 4/2/06 6:55 AM, Blogger sparringK9 said...

/bark bark bark

lucky, indeed, bogs. lucky indeed. Shout out from you appreciated, VB!

contessa vanille, have a nice day today. whatever is was, not to worry.

/wag, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 
At 4/2/06 10:10 AM, Blogger Mr Q said...

I'll be honest. Not my favorite. I understood the message but the words fluctuated between positive and negative, may be I just lost my balance for a sec, but is just what I felt. FWIW

 
At 4/2/06 9:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Contessa,
Sweet pet, I found mah way over heah!
(Now I know you never thought ole' Aunty Belle would be coming to your atelier, so don't wory about the B word poem)

Honey, I was following some of Bawgs' friends around the square, stumbled in heah. Read up on all these replies to your poem and...I don't know what on earth PSK is, or how you mean what you say...

but it seems BAWGS is watchin' over you like a snake done bit you.

So I think maybe, darlin' I'll make you some chicken soup--or would rather some good spicey gumbo? (I won't put in the gator tail, as some folks think it tates like poa-rk, I'll just make it good ole' chicken and sauwsage gumbo--turkey sauwsage,
of course)

You'll be feelin' better in no time.
(Give me a little tiss, Contessa)

Thank you for the tea--why, I never had green tea befoa, honey, and it is not bad. Now sit here, Pet, and let me jus' jabber on like an ole' Anuty is wont to do.

You know, I stopped by that dog's yard, holding my pansy posey under my nose in case there was fresh....events. But I see you have been by there too, and left a message on the nature of modern communications--how email and faxing and all is a changing our communications. Sigh. It has, it really really has.

I'm just a former poa-rk rind boiler, honey, don't know too much about philosophy.

But I think you put your finger on somethin' impoa-tant.
The real presence.

That's what we are all just a craving, a real presence, not a facsimile. Why, even old letters are
a comfort to me--I mean I know that
my dear one actually touched that paper, actually held the pen that wrote the words --and even that little bitty bit of personal contact is like having a bitty bit of that person with you!

(NOT that I am a fan of that relic sorta stuff, but it is sucha comfort to hold something that my dear one once held--as If I could still touch them! I keep one of Granny's hankies for just that purpose.)

Why, looking around Contessa, I see you are creative--oh my! Aunty B could never draw thang, not a thang!
I did once have a chum who would play and play the piano --why she would just lose herself in her music , and next thang we knew, a lovely new melody was born.

Oh! Can it be so late? LAWDY, I must put on my hat and get out the gate, chile'. Uncle Aloysius will be looking for his supper.

Thank you, sweet pea for lettin' me sit a spell, with you having your young set, and all. Enjoyed the gree tea, mostly. Have you have thought of having some Darjeeling in the afternoons? It does a body good, and we can save that green stuff for the medicine cabinet.

Love you, Pet,
Ta Ta
Aunty Belle

 
At 5/2/06 5:55 AM, Blogger Infinitesimal said...

Dear Auntie Belle,

Thank you for your visit. Imagine, a noblewoman such as your self in my humble Contessa villa.

You did not like the tea as well as I? It has antioxidants in it, you know bioflavinoids.

Atelier....thanx, I thought it was spelled, Artelier...HAHA!

The other thing that is good from getting letters is the handwriting. When a person writes by hand, part of their soul leaks in with the ink.

I am going to do a post today about that, the loss of intimacy in communications.

And PSK is an apparently WAY obscure rap group from Bklyn, (I think) and my old roommate in Williamsburg... (a part time DJ) Well he made a few CD's for me (all stolen) and PSK was on one of them. I am pretty sure that is their name....

He also used to ream me from room to room on the whole black-white racist issue. There was not much I could say except..."Yep." Because what he really wanted was to bitch at a white person who would hear him. I agree with him anyway on principle, but it was hard being the scapegoat. (he is African American, it is a term he really wanted to see take hold...it did)

So we spent hours in that pursuit, and also playing Sonic the Hedgehog... We was like family.

He had been in the military, had seen active duty, and had just been told he had hit the glass ceiling at his job -assistant manager- so when we moved on, he was off to become a pilot. F**K the man!! Rite on!

So that is why PSK is in my head sometimes? Remembrances of a friend.

"PSK is into making that green, people always ask me what the hell does that mean?"

You can always feel free to come rest your legs here Auntie Belle, we got plenty of Looky Lou's that come around to read, so be sure to wear your best bonnet!

I am sending away for some Orange Pekoe tea, tell me what you think....

Sweet Pea, Contessa V.

 
At 5/2/06 6:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aunt b - we SuperFriends watch out for each other...

 
At 5/2/06 7:42 AM, Blogger Jason said...

OUch. I like it.

 
At 5/2/06 8:46 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

if you were to judge my soul by my handwriting, the description would be "turbulent"

I can't write to save my life anymore since I've learned how to type...

 
At 5/2/06 11:04 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Contessa dear,

I am anxious to read your musings on communication. How clever you are to think of it (and hee hee, chile',
art-elier is aDORable word play. )
Seems to Aunty B that for all our dashing here and there, that we all miss the days of lemonade on the front poa-ch. (Now darlin' I KNOW Uncle Aloysius was sipping mint juleps, but les' jus' play along with him, OK, pet?)

Where was I? OH yes, communication. Well, since you alerted me to the idea, I realise this bloggin' is the new front poa-ch!

green tea has antioxidants? Is that a new fangled kind of intoxicants? Lawdy! You mean tea is now for tipplers? Mercy Maud. What WILL they think of next? But I am looking forward to that special order Orange Pekoe.

Sugar plum, Aunty B must get to shakin and bakin'--have you eeeny idea-h how many bowls of poa-rk rinds have to get ready for Uncle and his Steeler fans? He won't allow those seahawks on the place--says there ain't no such bird and those liberals out there made the bird up, like so much else that they make up.

Do send put a ribbon on your gate when your thesis--one of those college words--on communication is finished. Sure don't want to miss reading your insight.
Happy writing, Contessa
Aunty Belle

BAWGS,
You do your family SO proud with your gallantry. A man that looks after his friends is fine specimen of the gender.

An' darlin' your Aunty B's has sashay- ed around the dance floor with number of fellas in her time. One learns to distinguish true turbulence from a deep innner calm with touch of surface froth. Course, cain't tell a thang from typewritin' in place of real writin' can we?
So I guess we are back to the necessity for a real presence.

BAwgs dear, Great Aunt Cecily is suffering so with the demise of her faithful wolfhound. Must just go down they-ah and peek in on her.

I will miss you and your superfriends, they are a new twinkle in my eye...could be home in a week or two. But one never knows, so if anything unforSEEN should happen to you Aunty B, pray for my soul and remember...the family gumbo recipie is stuck in the back of that book your mama gave me called Idylls and Rambles.

Aunty Belle

 
At 5/2/06 1:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm sorry to hear about the wolfhound... was it an Irish one? they're huge dogs with huge hearts... take care

 
At 7/2/06 3:37 PM, Blogger Reverend X said...

Act like a bitch
so we treat ya like a bitch
get played like a bitch
paid and laid like a bitch
and ladies we aint just talkin bout you
Cuz some scary ass bloggers are bitches too.

BTW I like it. Nice reappropriation of the word. But can you do this with it:
"The fucking fucker fucking fucked up the fucking fuck!"

I love true versatility in a word! Now pass the chia and tell me a story...

 

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