make myself clearly understood
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
www.theblackmarket.me
make myself clearly understood
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Irony
Monday, October 13, 2014
Ostracized...right!
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Truth's side of "midnight."
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Proselytizing

Monday, September 29, 2014
...two "mind's"...thinking.
Imagine the conversation between the felon & his attorney: The attorney wants to develop an "innocence project" in the state of S.C. The felon wants his case to be the bench mark against corruption between "church & state" for the constitution mandates this point of view & the states of N.M & S.C. colluded in the process of setting up a situation where felony sanctions were set, misprision of a felony. When the prosecutor failed to provide any credible evidence the Judge changed the charges to favor the prosecutor, and demonizing the defendant, on statutory grounds. The felon thinks the situation is a no-brainer; but maybe the attorney is reticent because corruption in this case runs "deeper than the deep blue sea." Anyway! Recently, the S.C. Supreme Court ruled that your name can be taken of the "sex offenders registry." Take me before the Supreme Court so I can ask them why they deem it so insignificant in the past when they turned me down -the first time around- but round 2 is coming up. Corruption is the culprit because it is a system designed to foster itself, perpetuating its viability so that those who participate can manipulate their particular situation as well. For example, the prosecutor works for the "judge." It was the "judge" that reduced the charges so that there could be a conviction; & the "moneyed" elites in the states of N.M. & S.C. were again manipulating the events of privilege through the court's courting the "Church's" turpitude, its hermeneutics. Yes! The "South" just loves to perpetuate the fairy tales coming from their childish beliefs in their Aristocracy. South Carolina was a land grab by the English elites coming out of the Protestant Reformation which as you know was spear headed by Henry the V111. Please! There is no difference between King Henry V111 of England & Emperor Constantine of Rome other than the obvious point of "time,"16th century & 4th century, respectively, & Yes, they both endorsed & enforced Bibles, Protestant & Catholic. e-mail balanceincr@me.com
Friday, September 26, 2014
Shit! "fucking amazing"

Monday, September 22, 2014
Open Apology
I want to take this time and apologize to ANYONE who received inappropriate material from my FB feed; it was due to my inexperience with trying to build my website -theblackmarket.me. I did not realize that when I commented on or "liked" someone's Page because they asked me to that everything on their page would go out to everyone in my FB feed & for this I am very sorry. I will try to be a better steward to my FB friends in the future. Now! That said: I want to tell you as best I can, without offending any body, I use my FB friends as "therapy," a way to vent out "emotionally" instead of acting out against life's fiascoes in a "physically" disruptive fashion. Now, I have FB friends from around the world; each and every one of them is different; these differences seem to manifest in some very creative postings. These postings, as you know, appear on my FB page so that anyone who visits my personal page might find some of the content rather risque in its openness. For example, someone posted on their FB page a video of a young man dying from blood loss do to a bike accident. In the video you see a group of people filming his death. Each had their I-phone out at the ready to collect the evidence. Yet, not one soulless observer in the video rendered the dying boy help. Life is cheap! But, like the press reporter from days gone by, the "scoop" goes to the first observer who can post the "video" on their FB page, getting the byline. Yes! this is the extreme to some & normal to others; who are we to judge when we step over the homeless as we go "out & about" in our daily lives. I did not post this video, yet it appeared on my FB feed. It's FB's porthole into "Dante's inferno" as seen through the eyes of the Marque De Sade's memoir making fantasy. e-mail balanceincr@me.com
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Remembrance: "..?.."
This is the "?" if you can follow my drift. You do not know me: no one knows me because no one knows themselves. You Know! If no one knows their "space"- identity as it is being displaced when they occupy various interactions with others. For example, looking at a group of known individuals, each will have a different standing -identity in the group- as they are being assimilated or accommodated by their peers, their degrees of fluid movement. "Degrees of fluid movement" - I never had "it;" I can not remember a "fluid movement." Because when I move from person to person I have no real idea of who I am. So, at any particular moment who gives a flying "fuck" anyway. I say this because everyone seem to be jockeying around for their "self best interest." Am I right or wrong? So maybe life is all about "gossip;" and living is peddling "gossip" in a cryptic fashion. It is sort of like the once popular t-shirt, "shit happens." OR! "A China-man's chance" was a one time expression which meant that you were more likely to "die" than succeed at what your most desired opportunities were. So, the question becomes -how do you deal with your understanding of the situation at hand. For example, the "American Dream" used to be like the Jefferson's on TV - "moving on up." But this is no longer true because it seems that people are more into trying to keep what they have. Fuck the false ideal of "moving on up." People do not want their children or themselves to lose their position like "middle class" or "working class" and end up in the "No class" or "under class." You Know! "welfare class." Remembrance could or "should" be all about the French Revolution and every time the "elites" slide back to the T-shirt -if there is no bread let them eat cake- pull out the guillotine and chop of some heads. Side Bar: we all "should" be a feminist because a the rate our society is moving men will be home; the women will be in the work force; maybe they will bring back the unions; otherwise the "elites" will simply enslave the minds of society into believing that their just reward will come in the next world. You Know! Religion. e-mail balanceincr@me.com
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Maintaining:)~(i)

Friday, September 19, 2014
...deciple...?

Thursday, September 18, 2014
Heathen...; Again & again!
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
"...incoming...." prejudice!
Yes! These "boys" run with the dogs; so if you lay down with the animals on some level you too become an animal, or you find society's common denominator & howl out the excuses for why you are different from those who lay down with the animals. Because! You too are "breeding" with a beast -one of the "boys." For example, there is a situation where an individual -one of the "boys" is praised for his "anger" when he is on the ball field - gladiator ready because it has been inculcated into him, response cost. If he is programmed to respond, action is first predicated upon the learned responses, learned behaviors from his environment, family of origin, the "shit on a shingle's." These behaviors trump all others when under the influence of extraneous variables, like "alcohol" or "anxiety" over social intercourse. Please, if you take the individual -one of the "boys" out of his environment, he still will first react as if he is there anyway. And! Then the howling out of excuses by society that this behavior is a one sided highway; the parties of the situation are not equally culpable. Give me a "fucking" break; it is a he/she stage. You provoke its effect; it is your affect; therefore it's your responsibility. OK there is a guy named Rice; "Morning Joe" is persecuting his "behavior" as if he understood the behavior. Society is acting as if it never expected this "behavior" even though it has a great history of repeating itself across all sectors of society; yet "prevalent" in the most challenged segments of society's citizens - one of the "boys."Now! Please tell me ,"Joe," This is Rome all over again only every citizen is acting their part in real time, 2014 not AD/BC give or take a day or two on the side of the calendar of measurement. Yes! "Joe" life is a business; it is not some social gathering that you choose to attend. Or you choose not to attend, going against it out of spite, even though there are grave consequences. So imagine if you lived in an environment where the occupants bitched about their inability to rise above their labor that consumed each member of the family; each "bitched" their spin of their daily "shit on a shingle" special. If the behavior you seek has to come out of this kind of a "household," where do you think it could come from if it was digested in the daily "shit on a shingle" special? That is right! Where the "fuck" will the roots of your social "desires" come from if its socialization is not there in the "shit on a shingle" special of the day.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
"working"...Split

Friday, September 12, 2014
Image..."who's"
Could it be mine? No! This is not my image coming out of the colors. But it is not out of the "question" or -off the table that it "could" be a memory from my past. Understanding is coming our way: "May Yesterday's Dream be Tomorrow's Memory." Yes! Today our wishes could come "true." Everything that we worked on Yesterday could come into fruition today blessing us with Yesterday's wish. Therefore, Tomorrow's memory could be about Yesterday's blessings. And! The heat of the "beat" goes on Today's calendar because if we give it our all it could work out as it does sometimes in our dreams. It's our Aura's way of freeing the light being generated within our souls, our spirit or our humanity; this is the emerging image. Maybe the idea behind life is the quality of its time. For example, as the expression goes, "rags to riches to rags again in 2 generations because "Rags" made the money where "Riches" spent the money by squandering it on pleasures perceived to be those of their station in life; without realizing that, it is the conservation of money that give one the perceived toys need to sustain the privilege of having "old" money. I suppose that it also could be that the son of the founder believed that it was their right of passage to represent the "fruit fly's" way of going about attracting a mate. And! No I do not know how a "fruit fly" goes about attracting a mate, nor should anyone else out side of another "fruit fly." The idea of one's Aura is to shine light upon others within the community so that compassion might be fostered instead of "fruit flies" Now! being the "fly" on the wall as they say is a "fly" of a different species. The "fly" on the wall is all about giving good council like the consigliere in the movie "the God Father"
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Hamburger!
I know how the "Jew" felt when no one would make room for him; when he was running from Hitler's effect upon Germany, & yes! -upon the world. I am a "political" prisoner in the strange land of my birth. For, the same reason as the "Jew" was rejected by the then standing ruling "elites." Because power effects how you are seen; whether you are recognized or not recognized depends upon how others choose to dispense with you; it's their effect being burnished with your disintegration. Think! What is it about this sort of "reddish" flower with some what of a purple aura retrieving form your mind's eye? Could it be the heart of the "Jew" escaping the terror of Nazi like thinking, or maybe it's the assault on ISIS that is foremost in your mind. Could it be the way that the flower's surface mimics the texture of Man's brain; & still, you cannot see the sense of the political mind- how it collects its "political" prisoners, and the labeling begins to twist, distorting the idea of its being. Maybe you just see a red flower because life's future is inconsequential as far as you are concerned. Yes, if it were a pile of hamburger, you could relate more or less to a good sandwich like I had after the Art exhibit on Toulouse - Lautrec this past weekend in the "big apple." I went to "Burger heaven" just up the street from the Museum of Modern Art. So, just maybe, it is true that "life & art" distort one another as it is perceived over time, long live the Christian's Crusades over morality's way of life; but please stay away from making the "cow" a sacred object like religion and "fucking" up a good hamburger sandwich.
Who, me?
Everything is in your brain; your mind is out to lunch & there you are on Facebook telling "lies" like, I'm 31 years old; I just fell off the "cabbage patch truck," will you be my friend. You're fishing the streams that used to come out only at night, in the dark. Now! Your are a FB junkie; you need a fix. You have been buried so, so long like "Dr. Jekyll & Hyde" & FB is your "main -line." You know! You can be because it was Shakespeare who said, "...all the world is a stage...." & It's your FB world; your FB stage; so it's your duty to play many of the roles. For example, this weekend I went to the theater and saw "A gentleman's guide to love and murder." One of the actors played 9 individual characters during the production; just like me and you when we get hooked up and charged for "as the world turns." Another moment to moment shedding of our skins, snake-ish is how I refer to it. Maybe it is another way of pitching the old story about "eve, the snake & the Big Apple." Now! In my case I am visiting Brooklyn, NY, the home of the "big" Apple. And! My snake-ish appetite is looking for an "apple" for its EVE. On FB we can play the trifecta because it's win -place or show. It's FB. You Know! So, please look at the picture being presented; deem the facial characteristics to be the object against which you project your twisted prejudices. Be what they are for you; we are fishing in the same streams of reflected fantasy coming into fruition's imagination. I want to find my FB friend who knows what I need to know about creating a T-shirt to represent "theblackmarket.me" She could live in NJ & be CEO of herself. But! She would make the best "secretary" of "ideation." This is what I need & she is probably working for -Wally World- in NJ. But if she comes out of my FB family I could give a flying "fuck" what pod she lived in during her work a day life.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Open Sesame!
So, you're in the subway and you are presented with two options: continue to walk or get on the escalator. Now! you can either walk or "vacation" meaning, on the escalator, effort is not required, yet it still gets you there faster than if you had walked. This is the metaphor that I'm trying to replicate when dealing with how resources are distributed across society. In this example, I'm stepping into the world of real estate. New Mexico said that you need a real estate license to sell pieces of real property because you are acting as a fiduciary to the "act," witness; therefore, self best interest goes along with the property & integrity. "Equality" is on the escalator and "special interest" are walking. Than, South Carolina, which once had the same policy as New Mexico, changed its policy so that a license was not required to sell pieces of real property; therefore, neither "equality or integrity" were ever on the table. In this case " equality & integrity" are walking and "special interests" are on the escalator, buyer beware. This is the distribution of power. In South Carolina power is top down; In New Mexico power is bottom up. My point being is: Nepotism -meaning family connected, rains/reins " ...not on the plain..." but in "special interest." This is why you must stop walking & take the escalator. YES: www.theblackmarket.me could be the "felon's" escalator. For example, South Carolina is a "right to work state;" as an individual, you have no "fucking" power. Power is top down with the Machiavelli touch. But, if get on the escalator & join "theblackmarket.me" as a union of voices screaming out that there is culpability on the part of distribution; you will be heard because you will be a corporation and get the right's of litigation on "employment," that's right: a felon's social security program based upon denied employment.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Skin game.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Discovery's creativity....

Tuesday, September 2, 2014
working:
commune with life.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Over!
Monday, August 25, 2014
Never! no.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
soup
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Water "sports!"

Thursday, August 21, 2014
Innocence Project
Sunday, August 17, 2014
"La La" land.

Saturday, August 16, 2014
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.
Friday, August 15, 2014
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"
Thursday, August 14, 2014
de...cision, Cut Off!

"Castration" or "Guillotined!"
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
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.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Creativity!

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