Over!

This is last night's setting sun setting over the Ashley River upon whose river banks I reside. Yes! Nature is very captivating to say the least because one's emotions could get tangled up with their misunderstandings. Do we want the day to end; or, do we want to hold on to its familiar pathways blessing us in "sin?" Also, I do want to remind everyone that just around the corner there is an establishment called the "wild joker," a N. Charleston "titty bar" where the same sun is setting in its remembrance as well. But there you could get bathed in real "sin." All my remembrance is over Charlestown landing, the home of the first settlers in the neighborhood. All of these descendents are from pirates because Charleston is and has always been a place for the underworld to meet and prosper; that is to say, "if you got the money 'honey,' I got the time." But I am there too, only I do not know what I was thinking or even the fact that I did indeed think; it could be that I just reacted to the way things unfolded around me. To me my life is over as the day is over because I question my memory's epistemic value, how truthful are my thoughts. For example,  my memories could have shifted when I was emotionally traumatized by the state of S.C., dramatizing its effect.  For sure!  Depression and suicide became the parallel tracks that took me through prison, then into 5 years of mental health therapy, "fucking" torture. Yes! for 5 years I had to attend weekly group meetings for mental health sessions with Charleston County mental health division of  S.C. The idea was to indoctrinate me into admitting that I was a "rapist" when in fact there never was a "rape." Than they put a target on my back when S.C. listen me as a "rapist" living in Charleston at 22 Bennett st. Talk about negative reinforcement. Now we are all different but I simply could not hold back the fear any longer; therefore, to survive I lost all sense of self in the moment of surviving my daily toxic environment including my memories. So that on some occasions, I question the memory at hand because it seems to have come from a vicarious source such as a book or T.V. What is truth & what is fiction. Also, when you have gone through mental trauma it is not unusual for memories to be lost. So, you see sometimes a picture can be deceiving when you do not understand the composition of the picture; Yes! I the "voyeur" am taking the picture because it is my only evidence of the moment: this is what I know; this is what I saw. Here is the picture: The individual interacts with others in relation to their past relations with people, their experiences; if all of the reinforcement has been negative, where can the positive behavior come from? It must come from positive reinforcement: Please remember to imagine your thought's environment in relation to others so that you can bring about your ideas, to get your needs met. Really! Learning takes place when the brain understands the meaning behind the desired action to be taken to bring about the desired behavior.

Never! no.

I have no "idea." It's the Stockholm syndrome I suppose: please do not hold me responsible after you stomped this shit into my head. The accepted negative format coming back on itself, like a piranha from one of the South American streams chowing down on someone's ass. Yes! This is the truth because society is very cruel when it thinks that it has been crossed. The mob will form for anyone of the various causes that gets touted about on a daily bases. When I think about myself, the way in which prison's effect destroyed my past because I died in prison, meaning that the life form that entered prison is not the life form that came back out, brainless & without past memories, scrambled anyway. Now! Life is quicksand because their is no control when society feels it has been crossed. Yes! I believe that I must be falling in love with my captors since I claim that I am a "political" prisoner.  I am a felon in society's prison; it's "the icicle garden," where every day is a snow day. The U.S.S.R. had Siberia's gulags & the U.S. has its prison mentality of separating its population by class distinction, like felon on the bottom never to become touchable unless politically connected to the power elites. Than you can run for State office; "you know" like the Senate in S.C.  What can I say, in this world of ours -yours and mine- we have to accept those who stomp away on our "liberties" or we will be denied our "rights;" this is said to be done in the name of safety, homeland security. Picture the inner workings of Machiavelli's take on the Marquis de Sade's inner sense of balancing his pleasures as they bounce -out and about- on the happy environs of desire.  The "Prince" was all about inculcating the masses into control by dominating over their resources like de Sade tortured his victims for his own gratification -orgasm. Yes! "the times they are changing..." but the fucking power structure; its connection to the corrupt streams flowing from the churches' dogma on "redemption" is polluted so as to foster "polio" of the soul.

soup

When the "mouse" takes control of spell check, I cannot stand those red lines for they challenge me so I want my "fucking" mouse back.  I cannot spell my way out of yesterday's underpants if you catch my drift. OK! It started working again! What a relief to get rid of the red lines about spelling. It is just amazing how much I can get those 26 letters messed up, out of sequence. Life could be made simple if only: Imagine that you were in a circle of 26 people, each representing one of the letters in the alphabet, each with its unique sound so that you can mix & match letter -strings into word -strings to maximize the day's journal entry. The individual is as unique or subtle as is the sounds of the letters in one's alphabet; now the differences can be tricky when you, let's say translate English to french; yet, sound is not taken into consideration lending this to contribute to misunderstandings. Now! With my mouse, I have "right click" on the mouse and the word is corrected by a tape of the "finger"; use the index figure and have fun with yourself. I do not have "right click" on people so I am still getting them wrong, how about you? That is why I ask you to get into a circle of 26 people, see if you can discern their "right click." Meanwhile, since the circle is formed check out the different sounds coming from the unique differences that each in the circle are radiating out. It has been said by those who are much brighter than I am, as long as you are in the circle listening to the sounds of others in the circle, the greater your understanding of the character and timber of those in the circle. Yes! please imagine what kind of "memoir" you could write if you took the time to participate with those in your circle of friends, allowing for their differences as you explored the many difference within yourself.  I wish people had a "right click" like my Mouse does.      

Water "sports!"

Let me be: "let it be...." When everything is on the table, you are on the table too: Meaning, action is continuously in motion as your stomach's respiratory system is. Action is the tangential force nurturing the optimal outcome. For example, "fear" is the absence of action for action is fearless because it is action that makes the world go round, not fear and procrastination. Yes, it is true that there are consequences for each move being made moment to moment as life moves on. Let me tell you a "story": in the complex where I live the water bill is part of the regime's monthly costs. So, if the water is being wasted than it is my responsibility as a citizen of the corporation's alliance to speak up; I said to the little cigarette smoking oriental looking man who was spraying the plants from the opposite side of the driveway, flooding the drive between himself and the bushes, " water is 'very' expensive." Yes that was it; for he shut the water off, went home. Now, I do not know why he did not just walk across the drive, spraying the bushes and not wasting water.  So, what am I saying? The oriental looking man understood the consequences of his actions and acted appropriately. As for myself, I was hoping that the  man had some of his Divine DNA in his family's tree because he could take offense. By his actions, he did not question this funny looking old white man wearing a foolish hat on his head with a feather sticking out of it portraying an image, that he could be a beast of nature. You Know! I would not want to engage in a long conversation over his socialization if I did not have to, especially on my way to turn the water on at the pool, because the real temperature here in Charleston today will be 107, at this temperature water evaporates drearily. But the pool must stay at a steady level to run it properly for the use of the guests. I'm not a guest, I'm a victim of a foolishly constructed  homeowners contract. I do not use the pool so the water level means nothing to me; yet nature means everything to me. I would rather be watering the plants & bushes properly than what I was on my way to do, turning the water spigot on, allowing water into the pool so that the sun can suck it up. Yes! mother nature will also spit it right back at me in the form of one of S.C.'s stormy hurricanes. But when I get that "water" back it is not on my sewer bill; it is covered by my insurance's obligation. The "Beatles" strike again, "let it be....
 

Innocence Project

I want to form a union of felons because I'm a felon without "rights;" every felon in the state of S.C. has been persecuted because of who they were, felons. Felons are the new "slave class" in the U.S.  when you cannot go before the courts because of previous behavior that had been adjudicated and resolved yet reactivated when the laws change. For example, the sex offender registry did not exist when I was sentenced and it did not come into effect until after I was released from prison. Yet, because of political corruption and judicial collusion, I have been tethered to the cross because I will not confess to a crime that I did not commit. I herd story after story while I was in prison from inmates who said that they had confessed to their crime because the "rogue" prosecutors intimidated them into confessing guilt for a lighter sentence or go to trial and end up serving life in prison instead of the bargaining down with the judge who has sway over the prosecutor. For example. I went before the Real Estate Commission looking to get my Real estate license back; so that I could work for BlueGreen a real estate company marketing the "Lodge Alley Inn" in Charleston, S.C - Otherwise known as a "job." Jinny purchase a membership in the "lodge Alley Inn" so I could use it as a free family vacation raffle for Charleston County school district. Jinny wanted to connect to the community so that she was giving back. The winning family from the school district would get to use the right to trade through out the trading system, like Disney World in Florida or wherever. So, the idea was to use the Lodge Alley Inn as as place to meet others and have the privacy of a suite for private bathroom usage for the ladies at night.  The night that they fired me was the night set for Jinny's function and therefore we had to call all the guests up and tell them that it was canceled. They did this so that they could make the guest take a tour first. They did not care that it was a research project that Jinny was doing on the subject of "transportation" and schools for children, like the "Child & Family Development Center," at  the old Charleston Naval base. This was not a BlueGreen event. This event was paid for by Jinny and BlueGreen wanted to pirate the event.   That very night the guests were going to be asked to fill out the "transportation quest" we wanted a true reaction so the guest thought they were meeting with Jinny to explore the facilities that she was offering to those who come together for a good cause. But, the true "meaning" was to come at them with a clean slate: with the question on "transportation" their data was important because  they were to be the "control" for the study.  I took the matter up in small claims court; the "judge" SAID " it does not "matter" the only thing that mattered was that he was the "Master of History" and he personally knew all of my history; do you thing you can win in my court room?" This is what the judge said to me; he did not care that I needed a license to do the job, I could go to jail if I lied to a prospect because I am supposed to have a fiduciary relationship with them. No lies! He said that the real estate commission had no value to anything. I have no "rights." I cannot get due process in the state of S.C. So, it seemed to me that if "Nothing -a group of people" can become a corporation; than the corporation becomes a person, and therefore get the right's of a person. How about the inverse? OK! So, I  become a corporation and as a corporation, I can act like a corporation can act; I can litigate the terms of these restrictions being placed on my ability to get employment. I want to get corporate rights to get my human rights under the 13th amendment of the Constitution of the U.S. I think that their is a legal precedent because a corporation by its very nature of being incorporated becomes a citizen too, with all the rights of an individual; therefore, as an individual I also "should" be able to become a corporation and as such get the rights of a corporation to litigate over labor. Also, if I were a corporation I would welcome unionization, become a union member just like Constantine did when he became a Christian, 300 AD Rome.  As a member of the "union,"  I'm asking for the evidence about the Law, not the "statute" of prejudiced because the prosecutor screamed to the jury: "he is a 'time share salesman' what chance did she have." Now the prosecutor knew that she was tampering with the jury because I sold "family vacations" and that was my history. I was fired from most of the resorts on the beach because I would not lie to the family about their vacation possibilities, for example,  I would not sell it as an investment in real estate, as in renting it out and making money. If it is a right to work state why do you need a "license" which cost money to get and carries a liability with it?  Now today, you do not need a license to sell vacation programs because the "southern elites of S.C did not want to protect the consumer they want to fleece the consumer; that is why the S.C legislature removed the licensing requirement needed to sell these programs. But, when I was involved a license was required; therefore there was a tertiary contract between the state and license holder. I'm a political prisoner who needs a way to get relief because when I went up for a Pardon it was turned down for political reasons meaning that I did not have an honest opportunity for getting the pardon; this cost $15000 reduced to $12,500 if paid in cash for something that could not happen; the state of S.C put a "sting" on me. The state of SC allowed me to think that I could get a Pardon if I did every thing legally but in fact this was not politically possible; the state is a "fucking" fraud.      

"La La" land.

In today's world it is all about politics. Yes! This is the truth - it may not be your truth; but it is society's truth. It's the truth of "La La" Land. Now this is why I believe that if "felons" united by joining together -the act in itself is Kafkaesque- their assembly becomes the "stage" - upon which they have a "voice." If there is a "voice" than others can hear it. So if there is no "voice" how does one expect others to hear the "quiet" turmoil boiling away? Therefore WWW.theblackmarket.me is the place to be. It's the way of Kafka. "It will set one free of old assumptions, to discern previously unseen patterns, and to dare. Come touch, taste, tap, toy with, discover and rekindle that which is ours yet yours alone," the Humanities. There in the Humanities one can find the political way -once one is unionized. For example, let's say that one became a legal corporation, let's say I was a corporation, I could force arbitration; the felon would become the attorney's best friend all over again. What a fantasy it would be if the felon could sue the potential employer for refusing their opportunity of success based upon the grounds of being a felon. Think about it; if a corporation is a person & a person can become a corporation what restricts the felon from suing on grounds of discrimination, using the corporate view of arbitration, litigation. This is exactly what I'm in the process of doing, becoming a corporation's citizen. Then I'm going to take it wherever it will take me because wherever I go there will be a record of their actions as evidence of corruption due to political pressures. Bu if the truth be known, they tried to kill me once. I know this because I heard the story going around from one of the regulars who attended the "jail house" in Carrizozo, N.M. It could be that he just liked having a private cell - I slept in the bullpen & we shared a common area out side of the toilets; it was a setting out of the wild west. The dude was one of the local shamans. He told me that he saved my life only because I offered him help one cold and snowy night in the town of Ruidoso, N.M. He said that they were coming to get me if they could. Do not fool yourself into believing that there is justice. As per my very own experience, there is no law other than the law of "power" & money - the laws that govern the masses on behalf of the few, the elites. Imagine dubbing Kafka's cape and seeing how the masses are morphing into the "betel" of the day, hogtied.
         

Pieces!

OK! Let's get with the "program" - this is what she said to me because I was in the habit of using the word, "should." It would tear her a new asshole because in her mind it was being disrespectful for she preferred the word "could." She "could" do this or that or any other thing that she so desired; but by no way other than fucking hell was I or anyone one else going to tell her she "should" do anything. You Know! For me it had been a life time thing to say "should" if I thought it was consequential. One day she broke down and told me the story behind her anger: One day while out riding on the back of a motorcycle the guy pulled over on a dirt road and put her through the "should" program and she ended up giving him a blow job. This was now a "metaphor" that floated around the game of our love play; she would go from heaven to hell instantly upon hearing the bedeviled tone coming out of my mind's tongue, "Victoria you "should"...; before I had the chance to kick myself in the ass she was getting out her "strap-on;" through the process of "pegging" my ass, I was going to get a taste of her fucking revenge. So yes, I came to the conclusion that if there was ever going to be any kind of a compromise, I was going to have to become just another one of her disciples. Anyway, our relationship ended rather abruptly, when she came home from a hard day's work I presented her with my wonderful new experience of traveling through space. Yes! This is what I believe happened on that day of mediation. She would go to work; I would go into my man cave; light a candle placing it at the base of my mirror of reflection where I would relax the frames of my mind, thereby giving me back my spent yesterdays. She thought I was talking about astral projection; but no I told her that while I was out and about on my afternoon walk in the park that I stepped off of the curb and ended up by stepping onto the street up the block. Yes! she attributed it to me doing "drugs" and only hallucinating. I said, "No! it is all because of you; you are such a wonderful source of energy." Than we got into this argument about her "energy" -meaning when she leaves the house she leaves behind a most juicy energy; "it fires me up," I said. This is where I fucked up: I told her that I got along better with her "afterglow" of energy than I did with her when she was home. Anyway! She kicked me out of the house and told me to go back to the beach and hang out with the rest of the broken "pieces" of shells.    

Marvin's "tulip"

"What is going to be with you Tom?" I do not know why he said it. This is what Marvin would say to me all the time; I was Marvin's "gentile," every one had to have one in their crowd; so, I was Marvin's; he could always say, "you see I know one," there I would be the country "mouse" visiting the city "rat." His heart was in the right place; it's his ego that I would question. Why did he have to waste his time bringing me into his world view. I was happy being the Irish dude from the suburbs. You Know! The country mouse visiting the city rat. What can I say Marvin was from the city. Yes! Marvin was a Jew from Boston, Ma. Now Boston is a great town, "little city" by the bay. I should tell you how I met Marvin, I just got out of the military service; it was 1968, March. I moved back to my mother's 4 family apartment building in Waltham, Ma. So, on the first morning of my new civilian life I woke up to Marvin pitching my mother on aluminum siding for the outside of her property. That is right; Marvin was an aluminum siding sales man; to be honest he did own the franchise for Boston and its environs. So, he had a job. I was going back to school on the G.I. Bill, Boston University to be exact. I also had a wife for a very short period of time, when she realized that I was not what she thought I was while I was in the employment of the U.S. government, living with her in Paris, France she decided to do what every young girl from her generation would do, she ran off with the first guy who came around and corner and said to her, I'll be your Sir Walter Raleigh. Now! In her case, the little prick was my brother; you know the song "he's not heavy, he's my brother"- well yes he did me the favor of a life time, he ran off with her. Anyway, back to Marvin and his neurotic ways. He once told me that when he had a girl over visiting at his apartment and he had to take a piss he would first fill the toilet bowl up with toilet tissue so that she would not hear him pissing in the bowl. Can you believe that fucking "turkey," he was wondering what was going to happen with me and all the time he is filling up his toilet bowl with tissues so that some "young thing" would not believe that he pissed out of the head of his foolish looking penis. 

Help!

I must tell you this because you are there to listen: I went to prison for a crime that is based on perjured testimony of two women; anyway, while I was in the joint I started to lose control; my brain started to shut down as a defensive mechanism. When I got out of prison I had 5years of probation to attend, as well as 5 years of psychological therapy. This therapy was based upon the perjured testimony of two women who I believe testified for financial gain; but I had to attend weekly meeting based upon becoming to grips with the "truth," that the perjured testimony was all in my mind's eye of "denial." By the time the 5 years were over I had attempted suicide once because the system was torturing me mentally. For example, I was deemed so far gone that my "college loans" were forgiven by the U.S. government. Yes! I got so hooked on the perversion of sexual therapy because it was force fed to me by the state of SC each day until I became "bulimic" with it. Yes! They wanted me to confess to their lies as if the "perjured" testimony were true. What fucking ass holes! Anyway that is why I am a Craigslist junky; that is right -Craigslist is my psychological therapy of the day; it's perverse when you want it to be perverse just like those 5 years that the state of SC forced me to attend. Now for the meat of the matter: my many friends on "Facebook" are much more interesting than the dilettantes perusing Craigslist, anyway. My Facebook page dishes up the most wonderful smorgasbord of goodies; my friends feed me with their distorted sense of mental masturbation. Yes! My brain is in love with this trashy side of itself.   I'm not really sure what that says about about my friends on "Facebook;" maybe it's their craziness or their sanity whichever, I am on the wave somewhere in between the two riding the winds that touch their souls as they crash along with one another. This is my caravan. This is my song: " two lost souls on the highway of life:"  "Facebook" & "Craigslist" 
     

de...cision, Cut Off!

Why is it hard to make a decision? To me,  decision is a cost because I acquired something new, or I got rid of something old. I like things to happen on their own merit without conscious effort, simple living.  The one thing that I know for sure is that I have not attained enlightenment in my life; how about you? But doing "something" is much different because it has an immediate gratification tied along with the completion of the task; like today, I took the pressure washer to my deck. Now! My deck looks new; I felt "accomplished" even though it was a task long overdue. No negatives coming my way - all my vibes are positive. It's my body that is feeling the pain; my mind is out with the fairies of yesterday, whatever that means. I do not have anything new to contend with; I have a clean deck to be sure. When I wake up tomorrow I will feel as if I do indeed deserve to take the day off because I have the evidence right in front of me. My clean new deck will ring out loud and clear that yes he did this all by himself, never giving way to temptation to put it off until the big moon comes around again. What I like are sub-totals because you can add or detract from it; it still "could" be a subtotal because it is but a snapshot in time. Yes! To me "life" is supposed to have an ebbing quality to it, more like "you are on it" rather than "you are in it" and on & in you go down the "yellow brick road." I can see passing something on to the next person; so, I suppose that is not a loss because you did not get rid of something you simply allowed it to move on, "tribal" you see, in the nature of sharing. Anyway, the long and the short of it, "Choices" over "decisions," this way you can pick out what you need when you need it; so the remainder can be there for when it is needed. Meanwhile, there is no need to become uncomfortable about rejecting today's options for there will always be a tomorrow to try all over  again.  

"Castration" or "Guillotined!"

You fucked up because you were not conscious when you were supposed to be or could have been due to being distracted by the turmoil of your inner mind -  this cognitive dissonance that comes alive when you are cavalierly playing with the strings of your soul. This means that you fucked up because you were not in concert with humanities' "best interests;" but your own "best interest." You do this because the Law is "lawless." You have the constitution as the "guide." For example, when the 4 Gospels of the bible were being written there was the "quote book" of Jesus. Your constitution is your "quote book." Think of it this way, the 4th gospel of John, was written with the letters of a learned Roman, Paul, who gave Jesus the status of God because Constantine  the emperor of Rome wanted to convert into being the power behind the throne of the most powerful, God. This was his conversion to Christianity. James, the brother of Jesus, did not believe this to be true, but than he could not write because he was illiterate, as was Jesus; their side of the story is not written . So Paul the "outcast" got the last word with the Gospel of John. And since that day the "elites" of power have been defining what goes into the "quote book" of governance to guide today's gospel of interpretations. Please remember there were many more gospels written; but Constantine wanted all them destroyed because like a kid he wanted his god to be all god; therefore, your god and you had to get out of town. Does this sound familiar to you because it is what ISIS is saying to its population today, convert or die just like when the movement first came out of Rome, convert or die. So, I suggest that you become conscious about your environment because on average the average individual will break the law on a daily basis and not realize that a law was broken because it was against their common sense of what a law was all about. You are in "check mate" before you move your first "rook." Let your imagination flow freely; imagine if you will the stories of the "Crusades." How the Gospel of the day governs how and when the holy lands are to be managed, never resolved because it's its privilege to proselytize. Remember Clinton, "It depends on the meaning of is, is;" ISIS is here because it is its it, it is a mindset, "the meaning of is, is." Its name is a symbol which draws out the four horse man of some trilogy flapping in one's psyche. observing the letters you can see "is" in the right eye; "is" in the left eye and as Red Skeleton said, "shed a tear and there "is" mud in your eye." Only when he said it he was referring to a grain of sand in your right and left eye; for he was the "sand man" of your dreams. Let me also say that the way of the U.S. "elites" manages its social contract with its people they should be thankful that they are citizens of the new world order,  not like most of us a citizen of the U.S.  How the hell did "you" get here from there when, as Updike said, "you can't get there from here," via the "Rabbit" trilogy. Side bar: "Rabbit" opens up with "black guys" playing the "hoops." "Rabbit" died with "black guys" playing the "hoops" and a lot of your constitutional rights have been chiseled away from your social contract with government and its white "elites." Updike was couching the white middle class's rise after the war with the "black guys" stain of yesterday's utility; the slave in transition as the concrete was stained by the labor of the old "ice house." Yes, refrigeration replaced the "ice house;" the water's stain ran down the gutter to the corner of the road where the "black guys" were shooting hoops. How does it feel watching the "black guys" shooting hoops while you wait around to get "guillotined" out of the game like the -black man- was "castrated" out with welfare.  

shell "game"

It does not help to hold anything back because, if you do, what you are doing is stacking the deck against yourself. You want everything on the "table" or access to it. This is how you stay connected within and balanced through out life; if only you could be your very own "worm hole" inside of your brain's internal "internet." That way you could "skip" across the WWW's as a note "skips" along the scale. Bring about your own personal "port hole" into the WWW's inner possibilities.  I just love the idea of being able to "worm hole" my "port hole." If you can suspend your disbelief, foster a more theatrical presence, you would become blessed by the natural way of its functioning. You would be integrated with what Jung referred to as archetypes: Your very own constellation of planets in the heavens representing your understanding of time in space. Probability is based upon a given fractional relationship to the whole. Holding something off of the table miscues this relationship into a false sense of understanding the situation: rightly, wrongly or some where in between. For example, when you incur a countenance so that others can follow, you will be helping to facilitation the direction being taken by others; therefore the group's harmony will ring out from its "sweet spot." You see what I mean about not taking anything off of the table? Because if you do, then life is no longer a personal journey between you and nature's offerings. Now the exception to the rule- there is always and exception to the rule-  is that others are not allowed on your table unless they have been invited because they add something to the mix. Life is full of detractors so keep your table clear of the extraneous "pack rat" tendencies which live in the recesses of your fears.       

Creativity!

OK! Hear we go on the little train of "imagination"- I'm a stranger -"A stranger in the night;" I slip in beside myself,  eavesdropping in on my own conversation with others like myself who are out and about. Would "you" have understood what I wanted "you" to consider, or would "you" question the fact about my own understanding of the conversation. Did my conversation reflect that I  understood what you were talking about. I'm telling you, as the "stranger" eavesdropping in on conversations, I might come off misunderstanding what the encounter is all about. My conclusions about myself are still in the "jury room" because I know that if I allow for the differences between us and validate those differences, than a bridge can be created to span those differences allowing for a more comfortable confluence of ideas. Now! The surprising thing with me is that I communicate more easily with another stranger than I do with some acquaintance. With acquaintances, some of their differences awaken a tingling in the back of my mind's eye, as they say. For example, it seems that you have to make allowances for their unspoken mannerisms. You know - the way that they are comfortable with carrying themselves, their countenance. Yes! You could say it's all about how you displace space, your own "space." How much of your space is occupied at any given moment. Are you living in the moment, or I a "fantasy" world? Plus, according to those who profess to know and study the hermeneutics of society say that an individual might be using about 4% of self in any give moment, 4% present in the "moment" & 96% absent from any given encounter with others. So it seems to me that the key to the exercise is that I "should" listen with an open mind to foster an awareness of what "is" so  that I could attain that which can be. Remember what the "pres" said:"it depends on what the meaning of "is" is. Because! "Creativity is all about freeing your self of old assumptions. Discerning previously unseen patterns, daring to come touch, taste, tap, toy with and discover that which is ours is yet your alone." A stolen quote from the "humanities."

Morning's "high"

The beetle is a curious metaphor for transitioning your idea. I was think about Kafka, a son of WWI, dealing with his demons, passing his journey onto you by way of the "Metamorphoses."  The inward struggle for attaining balance, placing yourself in your own room only to awake to find that you could not get out because when you awake form your slumber you where not what you were when you went to slumber; you awoke from your slumber while your form was changing into that of a "beetle." I juxtaposed it to Germany's awaking from her WWII slumber, assaulting the U.S. with the famous "beetle" bug that was so so cheap and so so affordable it put you on the side of the "Go", transportation. The same metaphor either trapped you or freed you;  The U.S. was going through "high cotton" with the " the roaring 20's." Europe was cooing out of WWI with its "soul" in question. Nietzsche said that god was dead.  That is what he thought about man's inhumanity because if god were alive than man could not commit such sin. WWII is a sweet gift that keeps on giving because Europe was at it again; they where destroying their infrastructure to such a degree that it set the U.S. economy in full swing, and its young men off to the universities with the G.I. bill in their back pocket courtesy of the U.S. government for their participation in supporting the efforts of freedom in Europe during the war. The U.S. always wins when the two sides of Europe like to clash -Germany & Great Britain. Just think about it, if my memory serves me well and it has never done it before,  I'm going to take a stab at it and just off the top of my head I am going to guess that you heard about the greatest generation and their love affair with the "beetles." Yes! It's the three B's skipping across the troubled waters of the 20th century. OK. France did have the two B's with the exquisite "BB" herself, Brigit Bardot. As for myself, I was into "MM" in "some like it hot." You know! Just think about it, a 12 year old boy wants the air grate from the train station tunnel to win over "MM's" efforts to keep her dress from rising up so as to expose her cute little undies; it does not get any hotter for a 12 year old in those good old days of my youth.
 
     

the pirate! & the D.A.!

I want to tell you about two guys in prison who gave me refuge without realizing it; regardless they did me a big "favor" when there were no "favors" to be had. Yet, because of them, I could have a comfortable place to pick up my copy of the "Wall Street Journal." I needed the journal like a junkie needed his fix. It was my escape back in time so that I would have a place to engage my brain separate from the prison's ground, a place in the imaginary "icicle garden." The thing I remember about these two guys was that their cell was not filled with hate. Because many to almost all of the inmates are full of "hate" so over time their cells are downright paralyzing for the occupants; you could feel it when they invite you into their cell for a "sit down." I felt it when the system would run different inmates through my cell on a weekly basis just to fuck with me; some of those inmates were so fucking heavy with bad trauma. It is one of the reasons that I had a "mental" shift in my brain's protective zone, defensive mechanism. For me prison was a living hell. Anyway back to these two guys in prison; one was a "pirate" - drug dealer.  The other guy, well he was a defrocked  "DA" from Charleston, SC. But he did not stop me from coming into his cell each night to pick up my paper. I could sit in their cell; it almost felt centering. They were not the typical cell mates in a maximum security prison like Lieber prison in Ridgeville, SC. The "Wall Street Journal" belonged to the "pirate" in the cell; he got it to follow his stock portfolio on a daily basis. Both of these guys will be able to start over when they get released. I know that the "pirate" will be living down in the Keys of Florida. He told me that he could just lay back in his bunk and close his eyes and his lady friend would always be there waiting for him. She would be naked and tempting him to surrender his seed to her. He said that he had movies of her stored in his brain and he could pull them out at will. Lucky dude. I'm happy for the "pirate." Now, for the "DA", he was more of a stand off kind of guy, but I can tell you a story about what I heard in the breakfast line up one morning. I just picked up my plate and bowl of cereal, sitting down next to these two guys talking about the "DA" coming on to the yard and how they are going to kill him; nothing happened, but they were talking about it. Anyway, I do not believe that the DA really wanted anything to do with a "child molester" in prison. Yes! The fucking pricks of SC put me in prison as a "child molester" just so that the inmates would know that if they had to rape anyone, rape me. Just like it is on the outs side, sex offenders registry for the bulls' eye again.

"Closet"

"Closet" is where you keep stuff that needs a place to hide; you do not belong in the "closet" & neither do I. But here I am in the "closet" of shame because the state of SC is shameful in the way its administers its laws. The law is subjugated to the "elite's" wishes as was in my case, but they will also eat themselves up -other elites- just as well as dine on any carcass that suits their standing within their hierarchy. I hope for your sake that you are well established in some family structure or social structure that has roots in the political morass of your community. Otherwise, you could be on your way to becoming a "felon" if you live in my state, SC. - the state that claims the "holy city" as their own, Charleston. The only problem is that it is not a "shining city" on the hill, but a pirate's port along the east coast of the U.S. which has traded in "slavery" in one form or another from its beginnings only today the slave trading is done through the justice system couched in an environment of Southern Aristocracy.  I believe that they get away with it because they are non-believers. Yes! They pretend to be civilized when they let you out of the "closet" that you are occupying. It could be that, just like the "felon" is locked up for 23 hours a day, you too are locked up in some closet in your mind's eye, there shaking in your skin over how you are going to make it from pay check to pay check when you do not see any relief on any of the horizons in your future. So, yes, you fall into lockstep with the rest of the community as the "elites" of your society dine on their privileged "opportunities." For example, the masses of today have a greater chance of returning into poverty than their previous generation, their parents generation. Income for the masses has gone down while the income of the "elites" has gone up at a greater rate than any other time in history. You are taking it up the ass just like the 'felon" in prison, only the "felon" is struggling as you seem to be spreading your cheeks for a deeper penetration. Come follow me to the "titty bar along the sea" where you can dream for a better day tomorrow. OK! "May Yesterday's Dream be Tomorrow's memory;" another way to put it is to have a good day today.  It is your day to dream.

OK!

It's raining which means to me that I'm in a drift of "shifting settings" like me in one of my dreams. The "settings" in my dreams skip across my mind as a rock skips across the water's tips. This is the stereotypical me as they say; I'm "schizophrenically" playful when I'm awake too - just "...wash that man right out of my hair and send him on his way." OK! The key to the Middle East is outflanking the "Roman Legions" like Cleopatra did. Seducing the "Legions" into the political arena - there they are vulnerable because intellect does not run along the "Y." As you know, intellect is battled out within the Xist; there it is the give and take of negotiation. Yes! I'm being playful again because the "Y's" are the boys; the X's" are the girls. So, maybe someday the Arabs just might remember that it was Mohammad's wife that saved him because it was her money that "sent him on his way." Yes! If my "memory" is correct, he started of as a poor boy just like me, maybe not like you. But it is also true that "ISIS" is the confluence of the poor boys from the Middle East like Syria, Iraq, Egypt, Libya; these are the "boys" that could have followed "Suleiman the Magnificent." And for sure, they are the children of the Ottoman Empire screaming out to be heard, not herded into a mass of human waste to be bantered about by the Western Powers as has been their lot over the past century. The Middle East is in need of a good dermatologist because its skin is breaking out in some very ugly boils, like the spread of "Isis." How about the African "Ebola" as a metaphor for the disease which could spread out amongst the masses as the plagues spread out in Europe during the 16th century. So the question rings out in my mind from "Meditation 17": "Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." "No man is an island unto himself...a part of the main." Think John Donne from yesteryear; wonder why there is no "boy" stepping up to be "the man" to take his place, setting the tone straight.  

I.S.I.S is!

"Spartacus!" This is what the U.S. does not understand - a slave who revolted forming his own army that took all of Rome to take him down, the "Roman Legion." I.S.I.S is of this nature because it too is forming its idea of itself; when men form for war they form with single stupidity. Yes! The young men of WWI on both sides fought valiantly but for what "purpose." They fed off of the "terror" that they spread. Just like in a hockey or football game, it is the "slam" that counts. The more damage that you can create only attests to the depth of your conviction that God is on your side. War is a killing machine; just like in football when you are heads up on the 10 yard line. The problem with Europe it has killed millions of young men over the past 19th & 20th century on the "ten yard line" because of the game of politics. Please! Never forget, the first son gets the land; the rest get the church. It does not matter if you are secular or religious, you are both using dogma to defend your territory. It is the "ISIS" mind set; the mind set formed out of the dredges of the middle East; those who were dumped into the Afghan war against Russia; they won a "position." You, the U.S. opened up the Middle East's version of Pandora's Box. This is the "Spartacus" mind set of creating a "home land"; does it sound familiar, the Jews looking to find a home land; establishing Israel after battling for its land, its place in the Sun? Yes! There is a difference between "Zionism" and "Isis-ism." The world is into crisis management whereas during the 1940's the world was into resolution management. The difference being that it is a politically inconvenient time for ISIS to be forming; so, therefore, ISIS will fall as "Spartacus" fell. You cannot go up against the "Legions of Rome."   

Who?

It is all about turning yourself inside out: It is 12:22; it's reality time. You "blank" out because of a condition called "response cost," -how long it takes you to respond to an impromptu stimulus. It has to do with time. Think about it this way: by seeing another you can see how you displace space; time has to do with how you occupy that space that you displaced. Consciousness! Being in the moment from "moment to moment" as your brain engages your mind to carry out the desired effect. For example, I was watching an interview on TV about tennis; it was said that when Jimmy corners is engaged in a tennis match, by the time that his opponents tennis ball is passing over the net, he see it as if it were a basketball. He has no "response cost" because he is in the moment of the "match." As for me, the ball gets smaller and harder to engage. O.K. I'm not a tennis player, just using it as a metaphor to help you see what I mean. What does it take for you to get engaged with life? This is your "response cost." Because by the nature of being you, you being a herd animal-  your brain is wired to engage other members of the herd. In sales, it is an effective tool to respond in the "take away style" meaning each time the expected positive response is expected you get a negative response therefore shaping the direction of the outcome. So, the sales person who says to the client, by their actions, is saying you have to proved that you are deserving before you are allowed to participate in the purchase. The other end of the spectrum is when the sales person "pukes" all over you with lots of respect to the point that your not sure if you are being seduced or canonized, most likely cannibalized. Now the reason that I'm saying what I'm saying is quite simple: once the moment goes by, it is no longer yours to use. Its inverse is holding onto the "get out of jail" card because you want immediate relief; also, the proverb which says, "and this to will pass" -accept your life. I say accept life for what it is- an jump on board and take a walk on the "board walk." And we all know that if you spell the word time backwards it is "emit" which means "give." Yes! Giving of yourself is the meaning of life, the "take away" is just growing old and dying.  

Today's query.

The space in between the "cracks" is where it is at. Think about it this way: life is in between the cracks of differences that exist between us; yes, this is our arena. It is like being a "cookie crumb "for me because when I was in prison,"the icicle garden," I was a member of the "cookie crumbs." The "joint" is a place in between a "rock & a hard place." You know, the "crack" in between the spaces. Cook was his name; he was the "position;" his way counted when it came to the school house of higher learning, behind the bars, inside of the "icicle garden." I lived off of those crumbs because he held his own range and domain up against the "Dull Lyres;" these were the forces of evil within the belly of the beast. It was "them" against "us" because Cookie counted. For example, one of the female guards had it in for me because she felt that I was disrespecting her authority; for, as she saw it, I was the inmate; she was the officer in charge. But what I saw was a woman who enjoyed having smock blown up her ass hole by the "he/she" who hung out in the library which was my territory. She was the guard who sat outside of the library's door on her fat ass and talked about how wonderful her second lieutenant son was doing while all these inmates were trash. She got me fired and tried to get me suspended so that I would lose my standing keeping me in prison even longer. But Cook created a new position for me so that I would not lose my standing which allowed me to get out of the fucking joint at the most advantageous, or quickest, date. I had my sentence cut in half because I was able to work every day that I spent behind bars; the irony is that since I have been out of prison I have not been able to work because of the stigma of being shunned by the church. The church is such a fucking hypocrisy, for the church is the body of its members; how can the members of the church throw stones when their own deeds are more vile? "Ridgeville Soldiers Works" was the name of the new project for the inmates to peruse. We created little confederate soldier out of lead, then painted them in the colors of different regiments like the 54th Massachusetts, a colored unit that attacked Charleston, SC. during the war between the states and whipped up on her ass.  Now! I am hoping that this helps you fill in between the so called cracks so that you too can realize how corrupting the differences between us has become.          

Why not...?

If it is true, why would you choose to give the "authority" to only 20% of the population -Shia- which then has the power over 80% of the population, Sunni. This "could" have come out of the structural mirror of the U.S., 20% elites and 80% slaves followed by the untouchable felon population. Now, if you do not do something to reach those who are more in need for intervention than you are perpetuating the symptoms which create the self fulfilling prophecy, growing up to be a felon. They're living in a tenuous environment which fosters reckless spending sending them downward into a spiraling need which is couched as the child's "profligacy." Why do you want to blame the poor for being poor when it is you who is enslaving their opportunities. Liberating the blacks of Africa through opportunities -manufacturing for US corporations; while, you enslave the blacks of America through the criminal justice system. For example, the criminal justice system processes 11 million people each year through their jails and prisons farming out felons to feed into the belly of the "beast." You do not need the cheap labor coming over the border like in the good old days - the day when cheap Mexican labor would come across the border and inter the service industry. Now your felon population is growing and they can fill the jobs that used to be for foreign labor; you know -south of the border down Mexico way. Just maybe you should think about -what if? When you gave the Shia all that authority in Iraq you split up the Middle East to such forces as ISIS which is a Sunni movement of radicals which did not exist before you stepped in and fucked up Iraq. Now your 20% Shia are only in control of the U.S. position, that is sick. Because of the U.S. intervention in the Middle East both countries, Syria & Iraq, are rupturing and in control of the Sunni radicals. So, what do you think could happen when 80% of the U.S. population is on target to becoming felons. There are so many Federal laws on the books today that a prosecutor could arrest any citizen they so chose to and create a new felon. This is the power of the "prosecutor" because they can threaten you with outlandish charges like they did to me; request a sentence of 30years, like they did with me. And like me you will lose your life because the jury system is tinted as is the jurist system of justice is corrupt. What ever!   

Woman!

All I heard was that, if you want stability, you must nurture the women of the population. It is their sense of stability which allows for the "right" environment so that commerce can develop. Women need the encouragement brought about out of Private & Public cooperation. This is the pathway out of poverty; allowing prosperity its fruition will free those impoverished a window of opportunity -therefore regional stability to maximize the potential of the community. It sounds good to me; I just wish that it was the mind set being postulated for the people of the U.S. instead of the woman of Africa; I'm not knocking the woman of Africa because some of the woman of Africa are living in the U.S. too. It is just that the children of African woman in the U.S. go to prison, while the children of African woman in Africa go to college. The American women are paying for that "foreign" aid to Africa; you would think that they could get a better dividend on their investment than a prison sentence  for their children. Right!  America is over because the "fat lady is singing." You know! The woman of the U.S. needs to come together around the blackmarketmarket.me and form a "union" based on social justice. And yes! the U.S. labor force needs to get a greater share of the economic pie. Thanksgiving is a holiday that is rooted in a tradition of sharing, not hording as the elites have seemed to be relishing in. This "hording" is shit which comes from the private market side of the isle. Keep the worker hungry; they will work all the more religiously, if you give the masses the freedom to aspire to what is uniquely themselves; they will all run of to the "titty bar," shoot pool and have a beer with me as we compete for the attention in the room.

"Shit"...puff!

"Shit" in the old days was good stuff like, "Puff the Magic Dragon..." It's not the same today because the citizen of today is just one of the many in this universe of ours, or at least on this planet, Earth. The elites and their corporations are citizens of the world. Whereas, if you are from the US, that is your designation. Now the elites, their corporations no longer have any allegiance to the US because Regan allowed corporations to leave the jurisdiction of the US and take their money with them, meaning that the people of the US no longer can be assured that these corporations have their best interests in mind when choosing where they are going to invest their resources for future harvesting; it's more that US corporations will invest in Africa so that they can proselytize the Islamist away from Islam and back toward Christianity. Never forget that all politics is local; the "new world order"  believes that their future lies in the emerging economies; therefore, their investment in education is spent where they think it will best benefit their bottom line; not the bottom line of the US masses who where stupid enough to kill their right to unionize. Anyone who bought into the "right to work" bullshit is a follower of the religious right which wants to keep its congregation "barefoot and pregnant." Think about it. At one time, you were drafted into the service to socialize the work force; today, it is a tour through the prison system so as to create a new slave class of felons. Do not kid yourself, you as the "generalized other" can come from any one of the many populations dominating the surface of the earth. It's not just the good old US of A like it used to be when the American people were unionized. If you live in the US it is very unlikely that you will get the chance to compete for these new opportunities. The US universities are educating the foreign students so that they can develop the workforce from their country of origin. The manufacturing blessings that came out of WWII came about because Europe lay in ruin while the US was unscathed, therefore able to manufacture the products that the world needed to rebuild. It was the G.I. Bill & unions that built the middle class. It's the "elites" who took these opportunities away and gave you the likes of "a right to work state"...for example, SC and its socialized government and slave trading through prisons. Right! I know...shit happens.

"Curiosity"...it's delicious.

When I'm in the trees, I like to observed the tree's top; each tree is different when it is no longer fighting for the sun. The tops appear like the curls on a child's head. But, when I walk into the woods the tree's trunk is where all the magic takes place. Its branches branching out fighting the adjacent tree's attempt at its options for the sun. You can see this in the way that the branches twist and turn because it's their job to keep the tree in balance. I have the "curls, twist & turns" of the tree as I meditate my way through the forest; passing on the forest's floor my thoughts drift into shared spaces. I contemplate "you" because that is my role if I want to understand "you." I think that "you" find your self through the reflective feedback from others. Because your "juice" is in distillation, fermenting its potency. Right! Who gives a flying "fuck" anyway? Yet curiosity is the delicious spice to use when engaging others mentally- especially when I'm walking through the woods alone. Still I'm living in my head; this is where you are. I'm engaging you in my mind's eye. I can do what ever I want to "you" when I am living in the privacy of my brain. But, at the same time, you are limited in what you can do to me when in the public sphere unless you are the criminal justice system fornicating with the judicial system over what the elites want as a society of liberation. Reflection- "The mirror image of the idea that liberation consists in the absence of distress is that a free society consists in the absence of injustice; thus the removal of injustice, rather than the creation of a perfect or ideal society, is the target of political action. Just as the absence of distress is a minimal condition compatible with many different kinds of human well-being..., so the absence of injustice is compatible with many different types of well-ordered community or society." The quote is from the "Opinionator" by Gary Gutting.

"Garbage"

Everybody is in a turmoil over the inhumanity facing each and every one of us each and every day; yet the outrage is "quiet" because no one knows how to grieve over this inhumanity, like the Middle East. That is right, you cannot take this existential grieving into the work place because from the work place it could leach into your very own nesting arrangements. Remember Sept 11th as it came out of the East, the Taliban.  Yes! You see this is the real problem because everyone wants what you have or do not have. Why is this the way that it is? Well just maybe because they are jealous of what you are all about. I know this confuses you because you do not know what you are all about; others are jealous of your "perceived" situation being wasted on someone who does not agree with their point of view. Right! The world thinks that you are wrong because you like to play around with "sin" and than go to "confession" and be forgiven. Those who inflict the horrors of inhumanity on their perceived adversary are fighting against the demons which plague their souls which are by the way driven by their empty pockets of "sin;" For example, if they had "titty" bars in their neighborhood like I had when I was growing up; if they had the money to spend on such frivolous joys, I believe that they too would go to confession; they just do not have confession to go to. It is not the "titty" bar that they object to so much as it is the fact that their belief system does not have forgiveness, only righteousness. Now we are getting to the "nitty-gritty" of their inhumanity, because if you are here on this earth to live freely while they have to conform to the riggers of their past assumptions about what life could be like if they only allow for the differences that allow for your happiness. I say, "role a joint," or take out the Garbage.   

Dump the "kid"

Good morning, world, I hope that you all had a good night's rest. Yes! You will need it if you are really going to engage with life's twist and turns. Not to be negative because life does need to be a challenge if you wish to accomplish the consequential time running through your potential. But you can, if you wish, just go to the beach and back off of the grind; that is your privilege. For me I have to battle against the system because the system is preventing me from enjoying life's opportunities. Now I also must say that as a "society" there needs to be a system which allows us to compete against each other in a fair and balanced way. Yet  the system is convoluted because of some distorted sense of God's view of how you are supposed to behave and act to truly appease the elites instead of the masses. How about the idea of identifying a problem so that you can find a solution. But no matter what you do, you create a greater problem because it serves to validate the principles that you want fostered based upon some perceived understanding that your way of living is the only way of living. Maybe this is because you believe that the true meaning of life is to be lived in some other domain other than the here and now. For example, if you were right in your understanding of how the almighty wants things done, as the masses, you would have a fair share of society's wealth, but since you do not, maybe you could throw out the baby with the bath water because just maybe the baby is the making of Dr. Frankenstein. You know how that movie worked out, don't you?      

"While I breath, I hope."

Tortola, British VI is the place where I picked up the sailboat before heading out on the "wild blue yonder" looking for adventure and mystery with others like me. I'm sitting on the dock thinking that the "secretary" is the face of the business; I'm a product of my past, thank god offices had secretaries who knew how to get things done; so, how do you translate that into a business model for the internet. How do you construct a "porthole" or "wormhole" into the internet and call it Secretary. You would have to build a "control center" to guide the various aspects of your creativity. Anyway, this is what I'm attempting to do with my web site: WWW.THEBLACKMARKET.ME  So give me a break about its appearance until I learn what and how to operate it. By the way, we all need something to contemplate about; so I'm all in on "social justice" under the laws of the Constitution. But I also understand that, to have any effect, you have to be on the "table" as they say. If you were to formalize under one construct, Inc., you could lobby on behalf of the felons because now that they are a corporation; they are entitled to arbitrate for their labor. Corporations are citizens too with all the pathways in place to traverse the system's in's and out's. Yes! It's the secretary's skills to "slice and dice" a pathway for your "porthole" or "wormhole" to plug into. These were my thoughts sitting on the dock in the harbor of Tortola, BVI. I'm sitting on the dock; it is small but private. Right in front of my mind's eye was the "sailing club" from which I would be debarking from. Yes! this is what I'm thinking about: How sailing around the islands  could have been had I not been put upon by the state of SC and their rogue judicial system of the reigning elites to serve the time of their hypocrisy. Anyway, they did fuck me over; but, now is now;  as you know, you must move on; but, not like the "man from La Mancha," maybe more like "Frankenstein." By turning the "secretary" from my days into the commander of the "bridge."

studio....?

So, it is raining outside; I'm tied up in knots of my own making; well, maybe you as the generalized other had something to do with my state of disbelief. It is rather like the compost brewing in the Middle East where the members of the quagmire are festering over their image. Yes, as you know, or maybe you are not concerned with the fate of those being persecuted for believing so strongly in some ideal of faith. Anyway, my quagmire is cemented in my own cognitive dissonance; that is right; I'm confused because I have on faith to rally my thoughts around. It would be so comforting to circle the wagons against the onslaught of fear that is festering in my imagination. OK! Yes! This could just be a rainy day feeling which, like the common cold, will dissipate its affect over time. You know, it could just be all bull "shit" but of course it has to be something because it is consuming time. Where am I coming from? I'm building a "studio" which will be housed inside of a building; so first, I have to build the building in the middle of the woods because I live in the middle of the woods when I want to run away. I'm snuggled up against my neighbors spread of 5000 acres. "My roads are all country when I run away." So I have to but a team together to begin building. This should take about a month to ready the land to be built upon. Once completed, I'll have a 25X40 foot metal building bolted to the foundation and surround by a 10ft wide perimeter of gravel rock, smack in the middle of nowhere. I'm segmenting the studio by themes. For example, 1/4 of the studio will be used to distill spirits. I'll be filming in another 1/4 of the area. 1/4 will be set up as a shop with all my tools because I'm living in the middle of the woods. Besides that, the overall area of the region is wine vineyards and foot hills. I'm hopping to set up a play area for my imagination and YouTube it out to the mindless Me's. That is right! Besides putting up with my blog, I am going to video my imagination.