When does it become a necessity for you to comply with the situation? How much of you do you have to give up to make others comply with your direction? When is 'it' the right time to comply under your understanding of the situation? This necessity of the moment, regardless of its fear: it's up to you to adapt to the skills from your quiver - experiences through living? What is in your quiver today, my friend? Imagine that, this is where the mind plays -like who else is 'out & about' in this playground of the mind -one's quiver? For example, response cost refers to the amount of time lost between inaction to action, distraction loss due to attenuating competing interest. - reaction time. The time it takes to get ready to react with follow through, like after drinking beer's necessity, while driving down the highway of life. Now! it seams to me that it is lacking in flexibility, this thing called 'necessity' because you would want to learn through those that are smarter than self. It only makes sense to hire someone smarter than self, to learn from as the task proceeds. Wishful thinking coming out of the questionable mind's eye. It's questionable because my father was my mother's pimp: he sent her of to work on the assembly line for Honeywell; one of the biggest & bests companies with offices around the world. He took her money, used it to play with the one of his many Dollies. He hated her. I hated both of them because it had great effect on how my brain was being wired. Deprivation out of their association caused me to lose what could have been if they had been a nurturing couple. Wishful thinking is the only thing out there in the world of Necessity, let its flag unfurl.
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
The icicle garden is a place of razor -wire where you learn how fucked up life can be on a day by day 'playful' way. It's also called a prison. Imagine standing in the middle of a football stadium, its perimeter a wall of razor wire like the icicle storms bring after a hard rain on a cold winter morning. Now! Imagine that this is your life from here on out. Anyway, theiciclegarden has a new home on Facebook; look us up & check us out. It's looking to UNIONize felons so that they can participate in the good old fashion American way as those "dreamers" are today, 2018. It's good politics to champion the children. Yet The moment you are labeled a felon you automatically move to the bottom of the pecking order in the "free market system." That is to say -in the good old fashion American way. Now this -to me- becomes a labor issue because the System is shunning its felons. Maybe like in Germany when the Jews had to wear their STARs. It's limiting your ability to fend for your family, as well as self preservation. Ask yourself this question: why are the children of illegal aliens more entitled to finding their dreams over the children of felons who of no fault of their own lack the socialization needed to attain their dreams too. Why! It's quite simple. Shunning -social sterilization propagated by the System - keeps the concept of 'slavery' on the table -as in the good old fashion American way. Please heed this: Trump's wall could be used to keep you enslaved, as well as to keep others out. In remembrance, ponder the "Berlin wall" which came down in 1989. How many generations well it take before Trump's wall comes tumbling down around those like you huddling behind it, something like Humpty Dumpty -Trump. Will you or your grand children be caught up in its razor like tentacles?
Monday, January 22, 2018
Friday, January 19, 2018
I'm a male 'lesbo'. Now, I didn't start off that way. I was a 'hetero' male, even though my environment was robust with sexual innuendo. You know! you have to have a feeling that there is more to life than there seems to be. When this occurs the only thing to do is allow for your feminine other to take control of the psyche. Now! you have duel control of self, two ways in which to scratch that itch -with no name. Imagine: It's like what happens when you are young and slender, convicted of a crime, sent to prison where you become one of the he/shes servicing the needs of the Alpha males in lock up. You got there because maybe your prosecutor was female wearing her 'strap on' prison style; its function is to fuck over on you because you would not cop a plea; or otherwise, she was working her Alpha side of power. Girls do it too. It's not just men who wheel their power in a negative way as we see portrayed across the air ways, today. Just ask anyone who works in the service industry; as I did, especially if there was a contract needing her signature, show me what pleasure is all about, this is her mantra: give me what I want when I want it. Those kitty cats want to get you gone -back on the highway. Sidebar: "reading between the lines" - in this story, you sold her husband on the idea of pleasure for the wife -your silver tongue got him into "time sharing" as a romantic way to spice up life.
Friday, December 15, 2017
Whatever they have denied you, we will re-institute into a labor suit since you had been denied due process under Labor's rule of litigation. Think about it! The moment you became a felon was the moment that you were singled out to suffer under the guise of restoring social order. You Know! "Stay in your place" or suffer under the 'Jim Crow" era mentality of judgement over others to keep self in check. Segregation is a form of control over those who labor in Society's work force. Do yourself a favor: ring out with hope that this UNION could bring about change. To hell with the Status Quo; they fucking preach redemption for those who prostate themselves under "good boys & girls of America" as it unfurls the system's lockstep aptitude. Absolute denial: this is where you are when they judge you a felon; they, those in the System, are all masters of history, especially your history. As was once told to me, by the judge who was judging my personal moment before his judgeship, he said to me, as he stood up behind his bench, in his black robe minus white wig regalia, "do you really think that you are going to win this moment in my court room?" Remembrance: There will never be a seat at the table; because, as of this moment, you are not invited to attain the fruits of labor under the 14th amendment of the constitution of the United States of America, merry Christmas to one and all- out there in felon's land. You Know! It is your choice whether the System takes you seriously or not, and invites you back to sit at Society's table of opportunity. This will only come if and when you are unionized - a position that gets you recognition. email@example.com
Friday, December 1, 2017
Day one of my cochlear implant's sojourn: Sitting as I'm looking around the room, I live here; I know the room. The problem being is this: I can't pick up more than five(5) lbs. Doctor's orders. Now! I have a nice room; it's laid out so that it is free of walls other than the outside walls of the house. My coffee cup is sitting right here beside my computer as I look up wishing that I could spend some time on my bow-flex resistor. It gives a good work out; you know. So all I can do is sit here eating my Bon Courage Truffles. Yes! The box is much less than five(5) lbs. But those little truffles just melt on your tongue; they are quite naughty, if you know what I mean? Now! my bowflex is still calling out to me. I can't get away from it because it sits up in my loft over looking the living area of my room. The loft's rode iron railing raps around the loft and down the thirteen(13) steeps as it decorates the staircase. Like a black bow on an auburn colored box sitting under the Christmas tree, yet to come. This is my house. I'm sitting in it. My bedroom is up in the loft with my bowflex; I'm sitting at the dining room table; the kitchen is open as is the rest of the house, except the bathroom of cause. Now, since my left ear has this cochlear implant, the head set for the TV which is sitting next to my computer, is of no use to me because of the way in which my left ear has been bandaged to protect the new cochlear implant. Still! There is one caveat: when those sensors of yours start copulating with the drippings from those chocolate truffles swimming throughout those titillated juices of yours, you too could find somewhere deep down within your psych for offering up understanding due to chocolate truffle syndrome.