...Roswell...

Strange stories come out of strange places. In my case it's Roswell, NM, of all places. As you know, it has its own history. Like The Donald, it has their -alternative facts. It's a tourist attraction dedicated to Space Aliens. Yes, you guessed it, these were the friends & neighbors of Pecos Valley Christian College. Acting as its interim President, we were trying to bring the power of hermeneutics into the cauldron of shimming individualists. The operational definition of hermeneutics is the study of the methodological principles of the interpretations of the text, bible. Roswell has a long history; its very own & strange way of interpreting evidence associated with the supernatural, in particular, space visitors from outside of our galaxy, the Milky Way. On behalf of the school, PVCC, where I was their interim president, I was interviewed on the local radio station, as well as being a guest speaker at various venues around town. To tell you the 'truth,' I'm still not sure of what it was that I was a witness to when Ms Taylor, founder of PVCC, took me to someone's back yard gathering. We are all strange in our own uniqueness but these folks in Roswell were alive in their beliefs. Believe me when I say that I wish that I could levitate; as of yet, I can't levitate at will. Even though there was a belief by those who attended the affair, as I had, that they had seen the holy-spirit pass through me as I spoke out in Tongues. But I can't remember the Roswell incident, even when it was occurring. I was out in left field at the time. So, as you know, or maybe believe, the concept of free will is just as hard to get your head around as it is to believe that somehow someone could have levitated at one of these preacher sponsored breakfast gatherings. Or speak in tongues. I hope you know what I mean? The funny thing about it was that it was for the prison ministry, those who took care of  -fallen souls. And because of it, they warned me about the pending attempt on my life when I was being transferred out of Albuquerque, NM.  No, I survived but I was kidnapped by the state of SC to be set up, purged because it valued "the good old boy' s system of justice, based in its aristocratic beliefs. Thankfully, I was pulled out of lockup just in time by those two SC cops who were escorting me. They were still in the vicinity when I was about to be attacked; I screamed at the first pass of the knife; they jumped in at the nick of time. I ended up in solitary that night; the following morning I was paraded through the airport, shackled with hands & leg irons. Everyone was looking at me as I walked by, a shackled white "cracker' and two Black strapping officers from the sunshine state of SC. Slavery is alive and well, in the old days it was a black runaway slave being repatriated without any institutional rights. Today it's a white Irish boy without any constitutional rights.
     

...icicle garden...

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?      

"...jelly -fish...."

Fear to me is frightening because I grew up in an environment of chaos where my parents were constantly in a state of dissonance between themselves, society. My father hated my mother because she attempted suicide and failed. This action caused a "4-f" classification against my father; therefore he could not go off to fight in this courageous war, WWII. He hated me because I was the child being carried in "mommy's" womb.3/29/42. That being said: Society's social fabric welcomed me with open arms. I had every opportunity that anyone could hope to have; yet I failed at every one of them in one way or another. This I know to be true: if you are not socialized within the your family of origin than you could end up lacking in the skills needed to get along with others, as you interact on the many social stages that are need to facilitate society. Simply said, you are limited in life when you can not walk among those who know how and when to change their understanding of the task at hand, defining themselves in a way so that others in contention can connect with you, your needs. As for me, it mattered not on what stage I was anguishing, I lost because my mind was up my ass over whose authority I "should" acquiesce too. I also had a problem with the devil because I was tempted by drugs, their false promises of perspicuity, acute awareness to knowledge, "my way or the highway." The only problem with it was that I was the one who was always on the way down the highway. But Society continued to offer me opportunities; therefore it gave me the false delusion that there was some merit in the way that I processed information. For example, imagine this scenario:  Let me attempt to fill in some of the 'blanks,' as regarding said subject, GOD. So the first and only piece of evidence I came to believe was that of the 'jellyfish." Yes! I came to this conclusion because, as you know, the 'jellyfish' is the longest surviving vertebra in the ocean waters  of the world. That means it has been around longer than anything else inhabiting within Nature's waters. It has no brain because it is a brain, just like your brain does not have a brain, it has your head. Therefore you are a jellyfish caught up in the pool between your ears. Am I right, you sometimes fell like "jello" as the congress of the US believes that they find their sitting President, Trump? I should say, as a caveat,  my socialization lacked proper schooling between kindergarten & high school. Also Being Irish catholic in my my day meant that you could be processed through social advancement toward industry's labor pool. Nobody ever thought that I could have been consequential in any meaningful way. How about you; what do you think?


               

...heart's ....

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.