Retro- reflection: you are coming into contact with another situation, individual. You form some form of opinion in your mind's eye; you projected your estimation of this person; you set the stage before you knew what their potential was, to be performed. This is your prejudice against their performance. You are negative on the positive side of creativity. The problem is that this prejudice you feel toward another is reflected back upon your own self-worth, placing you in your own subservient prison. You self destruct your own argument. It is the sweet -spot because you do not realize that you are working against your self, foolishly. It is all in how you play the game: for example or counter example, when you position yourself to react instead of lead -the defense is than predicated upon seasoning the context. Here is the story: you have four positions to choose from, you occupy one and assign one to another encounter; you occupy your space in a passive manner so as to expose the position being taken by the new occupant of one of your daily encounter -with some member of society. The game is all about the 'pluses' and the 'minuses.' It is called shaping or chiseling because you are working the maybes of someone's mind -if you are passive and the other is aggressive, then their flanks would be expressive and analytical. So those are roles which require that you need to know what you are talking about and at the same time can articulate its meaning.Simple. Right! I'll try to express this in another format: I'm looking to meet someone who has potential but lacks resources to become successful. So in this add for employment, I placed myself in the passive role looking for an aggressive opening into someone's needs. Now when I do the interview I am looking to see how well they can demonstrate their ability to dance their way on up. This is the ad: I am in the process of developing a web presence or attempting to do so anyway; I'm interested in associating myself with a self starter - Someone to associate with on a part time level to see if we can work together; I need some one who knows how to be a secretary; I'm really interested in someone who can -if you do not mind the metaphor- dance with their computer. My web site is....www.theblackmarket.me; if you are interested please read all of my blogs; they will give you a sense of who I am; what I'm looking to accomplish.
my e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org email@example.com
Reflection: To live is to set the stage so that others can articulate their needs; it's their journey, not yours. For each is a guest offering insight to life.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
OK! When you blog as I do, you meet the truth along the way. You get comments from those who read what you write: "I liked your writing. I connected with it at every level. You don't have to be a felon in the good ole USA to be treated like an unimportant member of society. You could simply B me." by DJ Also, in particular I might say, I love his word string on himself: "I am the utter embodiment of what men fear most, love, sexuality, anger and intelligence.I am not a mad dog, but I do bite. I question, is my dog just like me, or am I just like my dog? I have been a WMD." by DJ. So, what is the truth? Well it could be that that "depends on what the meaning of 'is', is." We all remember our hero: Mr Clinton, a true Mr! Anyway, The reason that I'm calling for a felon's union is so that the felon is not crucified. The world knows that the felon is and has always been crucified because the church wants to be able to offer "redemption." That is to say: if you recant for your sins. Now in my case all the testimony was perjured; I have nothing to recant because they lied. The witnesses lied to the jury, enough said. It is the same labeling as the German's did to the Jews -on your physical body or on your social body- it's the system of numbers to readily identify you. Such as the number stamped into my US passport. It's why Homeland Security embarrasses me each and every time I go through customs. So, THEBLACKMARKET.me is forming a political movement so as to be assured that the felon receives their 14th amendment's rights of equality. OR! Buy back the felons rights to happiness with an annual income guaranty, like social security or a pension. You should be paying the felon's family a compensation because it is the System's policy to create a lower cast of citizen. Someone has to stoke the furnaces of power: Think! Who stoked the furnaces of Rome's bathhouses in the days of Cesar? It has always been about Rome, all roads lead to "Rome." It is the power of the inner circle. For example, if each felon only filed their #number, in my case it is -161696-. I'm also listed as 666. It must be love. Only, I just wish that they would wear leather because it might just help to "turn" me on TOO. Anyway! the e-mail for the any inquiry is: BALANCEINCR@Gmail.com or BALANCEINCR@ME.COM Well believe me if every felon joined up and participated in some fashion to any one of our offerings. The number is in the millions which could translate into political power. It is what I am looking for, power. Remember Spartacus the felon formed out of slavery; also, he raised an army which made its point known. Since you have already been under the pressure of the "down low." This rapping of the soul by policy - this distortion of sexuality; this torturing of the brain. This is the "policy" that is on the table. Join with me and register your comment via e-mail and place your position on the table. Remember! If you are one of millions you can believe that you can be one with power.
There was this "moment" I'm not defining it only recanting it. It was in my mind a responsibility because I was the moment. Let me paint a picture, you're in the bay on a sail boat; there are maybe several hundred sail boats anchored in the bay, plus one or two major toys were there as well, big boats. You leave your boat and motor off to some cove forming around pleasuring your essences with alcohol and music, doing that dance that only they can dance to -you know what I mean. OK on the way your mind observes the lay of the bay according to the lay of the boats at that moment. Now, because they are boats they bob and sway around their anchor line. This shifts the boat's position so that it can be at any spot within its radius around the anchor. So that, when you are returning from your journey through the evenings offerings, you are "fucked up." But, you get in your dingy anyway and dingy into the unknown -unless your boat is lit up in some very original way. This is when you panic because you are just not used to this shifting of remembrance; because, it is not like going from the pub to your home. Like the shifting sands of the Sahara, nothing is the same as it was when you left the boat earlier, including yourself. And, now I'm on the boat sucking it out -another bottle of beer. I get this quiet "firecracker moment" where I needed to light up like the glow worms. So, I got out my flashlight; played out the copulation by blinking the flash of the flashlight, like the lighting up of the eggs. My friends who were "lost" were now "found" because my copulation guided their way home. Fucking A! Now -if the truth were know- I believed I had a maternal moment; knew that I had to play out the "Paul Revere Ride" -one if by land and two if by sea. I had to rescue the children for they were out sinning again, I was so fucking jealous. I picked up my flashlight; aimed it at the morphing shipwreck acting as a bar, sending out quiet flashes of "quiet firecrackers" so that they new that they were safe.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
So! Here I am at the marina, the Moorings on the island of Tortola. All I have to do is wait for the captain to show up. Yes! It is 11 am; he will not be here until 5pm. So if you throw in a few curve balls in the form of alcohol whatever’s; then I’ll be on the water, out on the high seas again. Who gives a flying fuck anyway? Right! You don’t; most likely your neighbor does not either. So who does? The only one that I know of is the captain, Captain Fred. Because -when he is not on the boat- he is just another husband. Usually this means that he could be considered just a common stowaway. But, if you will, please do not tell Fred, OK. Also, this island is just so not clean. It smells of pollution. Yet, at the same time, this is where you pick up the sailboat, hopefully the mosquito does not know that you are in town; for, they are lethal this year because they are carrying some ugly shit. They say it is just as bad as dengue fever from Africa and South America. Believe me when I say this; this is just not going island, Mann. So you will have to “pray” for me, OK. Please address your prayers to the Devil at 666 deep-six way on the isle of persuasions where you go one step over the line and sweet Jesus does not give out time share tours. So, for example, I’m out in the middle of the Caribbean -some place that I know that you wish you were here too. Yet if you knew what I knew than you just might not want to be here; anyway, that is how I feel at this moment. I’m not out here with a clean slate. I’m out here with others who -because of what they think- undermine my sense of being. Yes! There is always someone who wants to take the wind out of your sails –so to speak. Fuck I’m out on a sailboat with my wife’s confessor; she gossips all of my wife’s shit. Anyway, life is Heaven's hell so why not enjoy a hellishly good time? For you see Mann, "that which is life's is ours yet, yours alone." For example, while sailing about, I came upon this dock on the island of Jost Van Dyke in the British, VI. There I entered Foxy's playground. Yes! I also enjoyed a pain killer or two. Yes! I met the legend. Yes! This is the call of the Island according to Foxy; he knows because he is a legend in his own time.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
The only way that they will know is if "you get angry." Otherwise you will not have any political leverage, meaning -social capital. For example, when I was leaving the British Virgin Islands yesterday on my way to the U.S. Virgin Islands, I had to pass through customs twice, going both ways, in and out. I had to follow the law, even if they did not. It is homeland security at its sweet-spot - They can and will fuck with you. I have been going through this process for the past 25 years. What do I mean: Homeland Security came into play. When we got off the boat from Tortola, a British Virgin Island, the customs officers pulled me out of line and told my wife to wait. They nearly give her a heart attack. She has to drag all of our luggage through customs by herself; they could not give a fucking ounce of compassion for another person. Meanwhile, they place me in solitary confinement and observe me through their two way mirror; this could take up to an hour or more. Yes, during this whole process, my wife is sitting down on the floor, not knowing if I'm coming back out of isolation or going to jail for not registering my presence to home land security -so that we can continue on our way back home. Now they finally let me go, but before I leave they ask me if I have any questions. I said, "after 25 years you just might get the point." He said, "It is our policy"----which I took to mean - to fuck with the felon. Anyway, I reconnect with my wife who is in tears, scared our of her mind. And she and I leave and go to the airport in St. Thomas, where we have to go through the procedure all over again. We go through customs again and Yes, the customs police played the same game all over again. He pulled me out of line again and to tell you the truth, as far as I'm 'Fucking' concerned they threw my wife right back down on the fucking floor because it was "their police." Give me a fucking break, their policy. Let me tell you something, you grab an hour here -than an hour there, one plus one still adds up to two; there, I sit in this catch 22-position with out any constitutional rights -welcome to fucking America and the policies of Homeland security. Now please, if you will -drop your pants, bend over and spread the cheeks of your ass so that homeland security can take a sniff.