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Tiny Kimberly Autosaved 1
Tiny Kimberly Autosaved 1
Tiny Kimberly Autosaved 1
most trivial things had fascinated her. Where did the leaves travel to in the fall? What happened
inside fallen logs on the forest floor? What happened when Mrs. Robinson took her weave out at
night? Who first decided that chicken should be eaten with waffles? Everything was a new
Thats why when Tiny Kim went to record her latest rap song, it started with a question:
how many licks? How many licks does it take to get to the center ofa Tootsie Pop? But that
was too tame. Society says no. Society says that shits vanilla.
Society, her record producer and manager, sat down next to Tiny Kim in the recording
Yo, Tiny. You gotta think of who yous singin to. They dont wanna hear about Tootsie
As Society spoke, Tiny Kim had visions. It never failed. Whenever Society went off on a
lecture, Kimberlys minds eye awoke and saw all sorts of amazing things. This time was fairly
low key: Sunlight through a window. Old cars parked along the street of her neighborhood. Her
momma. Always nagging her. You ask too many questions, she would say. Thats enough of
Society didnt like the questions either. Why you gotta question everything? hed ask
her. Tiny Kim swore she had a good reason, but she couldnt name it. It felt as if the answer, her
reason, had been snatched away and she was still, after all these years, looking for it. But she
knew deep down that it was important and no matter how much pressure, she should never
That was Dion Lamour, Kimberlys best friend from the Bronx. Dion had a vocabulary
that could rival Shakespeare. She wasnt afraid to use her big words either, and Kimberly always
You need to be loquacious, not salacious, added Dion. The two were sitting at their
favorite diner in Brooklyn. Eighties pop hits played in the background as Kimberly sipped her
strawberry milkshake.
Pink Babes a ho! said Dion, a little too loudly. Sorry. But you know what I mean, girl.
Its not actually about bein a ho, its about sellin out! You cant sell out to Society, Kim. Youre
Kimberly stared out the window onto the cold damp street. Shed always dreamed of
getting out of the city. Her inquisitiveness had led her to discover that all kinds of strange new
worlds lay outside New York. There was a place in the Indian Ocean called le de la Runion.
Kimberly had seen photos of pristine tropical beaches, deep emerald green valleys, and had read
that the island smelled of vanilla from the vanilla beans that grew there. Kimberly swore that she
Life in the city could be tough though, and it never helped that Pink Babe, her biggest
rival, was always on TV, putting out her so-called art, which consisted almost entirely of her
ass. Voluptuous. Wet. Dirty. Pulsating. Thumping. Like some kind of alien lifeform that breathed
a different kind of atmosphere. It thrived on attention. And as long as Pink Babe called it art, it
Pink Babe loved to drive by Tiny Kims recording studio in her pink Cadillac Escalade,
just to show off. It seemed even her Escalade had a big ass. Sometimes, Tiny Kim would throw
organic free-range brown eggs at Pink Babes Cadillac, upon which Pink Babe would screech to
a halt, get out of the car, and start a fist fight with Tiny Kim. Kimberly always won though,
mainly because she had studied aikido for ten years after wondering how one could deflect an
oncoming attacker with minimal effort. Pink Babe didnt ask any questions, hence her lack of
Meanwhile, Society would just stand on the curb and cheer. When the fight was over and
Pink Babe had driven away, vowing vengeance, Tiny Kim would glare at Society.
Back inside the recording studio, Society continued to pressure Kimberly to find out how
many licks it would take to get to the center of her pelvic anatomy. He was like a gross high
school boyfriend pleading for sex. Come on. Dont you love me?
Kimberly crossed her arms. No. Id like to know how many licks it would take to get to
Kimberlys eyes. She saw massive success, millions of records sold, millions of dollars, fame
and popularity. People were worshipping her peesh. In fact, that's all they saw of her, just one big
peesh. She saw all of this wealth, these beautiful objects, but she felt no joy whatsoever. She
herself was just one of the many beautiful objects. The absence of joy was alarming to Kimberly.
Where was the happiness she was wanting? Her success was a nightmare.
Kim, are you listening to me? asked Society. As I was sayin, I got this slammin track
that Pink Babe turned down. She said it wasnt explicit enough, but I think itll suit you just fine.
As Society continued talking, a new vision appeared before Kimberly, and it was a
doozie: She saw le de la Runion. A green gem in the middle of a deep blue and turquoise
ocean. Crystalline waters. Shimmering waterfalls splashing down jagged verdant cliffs. The
beauty was staggering and it took her breath away. She saw herself walking on the white sand of
Grande Anse beneath coconut palms. She saw the fiery hot lava of Piton de la Fournaise pouring
into the sea. And in the midst of all that there wasnt a trace of any kind of fame or excess of
No, Society. Im not listening, because Ive realized that you arent listening to me.
Youve never listened to me. You want the same shit from me over and over about genitalia and
makin it rain. You have no vision, Society. Youre crude and immature. You dont want to think,
so you let some girls giant ass distract you. You dont want to ask real questions, so you wonder
how many licks it would take to get to the center of my cervix. Contrary to what youve told me
this whole time, I dont need you, Society. You need me. But Im outta here, dawg. Im going
where I need to be, and I can assure you, its very vanilla.
And with that, Tiny Kimberly was gone. She would always continue to ask questions, but
from that point on, she would never allow Society to answer them for her.