Friday, February 28, 2014
Eyes Right!
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Memories: neighbors from yesterday's fantacy.

Saturday, February 22, 2014
The massage is the message. How do you like your chicken cooked, Chicken?
Monday, February 17, 2014
"Me-too" :-) ...victim of Hugo.

Sunday, February 16, 2014
Mask..."should" it fit anyone?
Friday, February 14, 2014
Dollars ...pleasure.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Craig's list junkie....
..."tip toeing through the tulips with me"....

What do you know about Little Red Riding Hood? I'm sure you remember her from the days of your childhood. She was being trapped by the big bad wolf; the trap was set to go off at her grandmother's house; it was the woodsman who saved her from the wolf. He too had a disguise to fool the wolf. Coming on the scene dressed as a he/she confusing the beastly wolf and saving the sweet little red riding hood ridding her of the perils from the wolf's lair. Now, do not fret, I met the wolf on the boardwalk at Venice Beach, and he is well. He cut a deal with the woodsman so that he had visitation rights with little red. They meet for tea at grandmother's house. It is sort of like a plea bargain and a probation with the rogue who watches over the forest, where grandmother lives.Yes, grandmother's house is protected from the wolves of the world; he is nestled behind the sparkling razor wire which runs the perimeter of her world. PS: Grandmother's tulips are all plastic, so if you visit please bring the real thing, not plastic.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Toes: To our easy side!


YES! Your Easy Side....

Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Where are the 'good old days'?
I'm on the boardwalk in Venice Beach; it's on the Pacific side of the U.S. The boardwalk is real and they are where they want to be. That is to say: the boardwalk is the stage upon which the characters unfurl their energy. So much to live for, yet "things, they are changing." The last thirty years were corrosive because the system keeps adding on time for every possible wrong doing committed by its citizens. But, never does the system and its supporters get caught up in the quagmire. Who gets caught up in this quagmire?
The generic felon- that is who gets caught up in the system. Then the system makes it more difficult to fend for yourself because it restricts the felon's ability to earn a living; this has consequences because it places the felon in a situation where all of their choices could be illegal. That is because the jobs are a reward for those who in society conform to the will of the system. What used to be the middle class is now being weeded out into the felon class; for example, in the world of medical marihuana, the federal government is taking away the banking rights of those people who function in that eCommerce. This is setting up situations where a citizen will become a felon because of how their business functioned. The fastest growing minority in the U.S. is the generic felon. The system is even going after the white-collar citizen; because it can. If the rogue prosecutor can go after the "money changers," they can grind you up into little pieces and not feel the pain because the prosecutor can live with the consequences; can you. Remember: You are collateral damage because it is you who the system feeds on.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Winning... window...Whatever..of life.
Friday, February 7, 2014
"reality" play
Thursday, February 6, 2014
...Good to go.
Revenge ...power over money.
We are from different places, with different customs; it is in these differences that we allow tolerance. So, listen without filtering through past assumptions for, as they say in symbolic logic, using an "assumption to affirm the antecedent, is a "fallacy" of thought. I'm in the first row, second seat on the right hand side of the room, facing the TV. Just me, I'm alone in the room. Along comes this young guy from Texas. He sits down directly to my left; I'm the prison tutor so he had been visiting my room for help; I did not think anything about it. There are two in the room now; in walks "Hatchet." He sits down directly on my right. I'm in "play" as they say. The kid was telling "Hatch" that he was my bitch now; he did not have to be his bitch to whore out anymore. Now, the reason I'm telling you this is because the kid made up the story. Also, "Hatch" is the enforcer behind the "Dull Lyre," the prison's cartel. This is brain rape, if you ask me. Hatch has been selling the kid's ass because he can make him up to be very he/she. Cute little white thing to play with and some of those who would play with him played rough. Hatchet had on his military attire, brogans, etc. I know I'm in trouble; I'm frozen in place; the wrong move and he will kill me. Not one word spoken. His left arm resting on the back of my chair for support -while in the sitting position, he kicks the kid in the chest with his right brogan foot. I could feel the power of his knee as it grazed my chest. I could see the tears rolling down his cheeks. I'm frozen in place. Hatch puts me in check, hoping that I will defend the kid so that he can kill me. I never moved a muscle; I let time pass; I'm not sure how long; it seemed an eternity. I got up and walked away; I never said a word. I did not look back; I died another death for that kid because several of "Hatch's" friends settled the matter with the kid. He became their sperm bank. Let me enlighten you: according to K. Menniger's, "Man against himself, "it's a black man's duty to make a white man his wife."And why is this? It is because he has been a slave to his "position"; this is my Southern dig; the southern mind set values "position" with in its framework over the validity of its position; this is the top-down power play, revenge. It's a Southern thing. This is why you need to or 'could' foster awareness of the opposite position, the other person. Remembering: very few have had your opportunities, or maybe not. Maybe it is you who lack the essential skills to facilitate understanding, like socialization? When looking in the mirror do you see an old jalopy trucking down the road too?
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Spying the coyote
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Mojave's offering
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