
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Does It "matter" ?

Opinion!
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Torpedo or full steam ahead?

Monday, July 28, 2014
Asking "forgiveness".
Thanking you in advance.
Punting!
Sunday, July 27, 2014
"lost"
I am what I am because I never knew myself; so, now who am I? I'm the empty space between the place that I wish I had visited, the way that I was not nurtured. So, what am I saying? I'm saying that I did not understand that I was responsible for whom I would become because I was too busy with life's business - meaning life can come at you without deference to your needs, a place setting for you at life's table. You cannot guide yourself if you do not understand that the space you are occupying at the moment is in conflict with, or in confluence with forces outside of your control. In my case, due to errant socialization which lacked positive exposure to the meaning of personal participation, I did not know that I was doing an injustice to myself. For I never knew that there was a meaning to life other than to survive- however life's "Helter Skelter" was streaming in my direction - like I supposed a skier might run into a mogul patch made up from those who previously traversed the trail's slope. The caveat to it is that in life someone else is always trying to deliberately create the mogul patch where, on the sky slope, the mogul is groomed to allow you the opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of recreation - wherein life moguls are designed to trap you and contain you so that you will conform to someone else's sense of exhilaration. Maybe you can think about it as if you were here as a slave to someone's sense of right verses wrong without a road map giving you directions to their promised land. For example, when I was young I could not join the Boy's Club because I was a Catholic, not protestant. If I wanted to join some thing it had to be the Catholic understanding of socialization -C.Y.O. Catholic Youth Organization. To me, this was a crock of "shit" because there was no love in my family; the only love on the street was the love of money and the driving force to attain what it could buy - material things, booze and sex. Please, I should say that my exposure to life was a "farce" driven by the inadequate sense of self. If we go back in time to when I was growing up, Black guys were going to jail for being "entrepreneurial" about marijuana; yet today, the political elites want to get entrepreneurial with the "marketing" of marijuana. What a different life's experience those black entrepreneurial marijuana "marketing" business men "could have enjoyed," Yes! How about if we never outlawed marijuana "ganja" like we outlawed alcohol - do you think that the young people who were imprisoned for their attempt at free market capitalism would have had a different experience than being "cum dumps" in some southern style concentration camp run by the religious right.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
"Shit" happens!
When I was attending the college of Charleston, I was living on Bennett St., one block from a small park blessed with the remains of one of Charleston's old libraries, with just the columns remaining to mark its time and place. 22 Bennett St. was an old boarding house with about 11rooms which could be combined to create rental situations, whatever I chose to do with it, to accommodate whoever came my way. I did not know that I was running an illegal boarding house until I took over the ownership of the business- the Vicky Lynn House, was going to be its name. You see, everything I did was wrong because I was doing it. Yes! I was the felon who could be "fucked" by the citizens of Charleston, SC. -fucked over by whoever chose to because it suited the moral decay of SC and their citizens. Believe me or not, it is your privilege to believe what you wish; but when you give the power to someone who is weak, as the judiciary is weak, you are giving the power to the forces of evil which someday is going to come back and bite you on your ass. Anyway, I was living right around the corner from the Ronald MacDonald house on Gadsden St. It is a place for temporary living to assist cancer survivors. A beautiful neighborhood to go crazy in; this is where, after 5years of torment, I attempted to commit suicide. Why? I was under a 5 year mandated mental health program that drove me to try to kill myself. Yes! The state of SC said that I needed to be reprogrammed back into society. I was to seek redemption; confess for my sins against humanity; the only problem was that I never committed the sin that I was being charged with. I would tell the therapist my "side" of the story; they said that I had to be delusional because the jury found me guilty; there was never any evidence presented to the jury other than that the "rogue" prosecutor screaming to the jury, "he is a "time share" salesman, what chance did she have". Yes! because, at one time in my life, I sold some time shares I was incapable of telling the truth; I was not human; therefore I had to be guilty. So, a "rogue jury and judge" sentenced me to be molested by the hands of the perverted souls behind bars. Plus, when I got out of jail the state of SC put a target on my back when they listed me as a child rapist. Yes! You can look me up, find out exactly where I live, so that if you are one of the demented souls from the community this is where your target is. It is the same in prison as it is out in the community, if you have to fuck and rape some poor son of a bitch this is who we recommend, signed SC. I know, we all have a tale of woe.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Boots...R&B
Dressing for success is a truism; it is also true, that just because you are dressed does not mean that you are ready for it. When your dress is appropriate: You are appropriately dressed for the occasion - well then you are ready for success. It is being a member of the whole;what counts is participating as an equal member; if this is dissolved for false cause, the constitution needs to be called in to facilitate justice under the law, not under the church. Now, as for myself, I was never ready for success; but I was ready for the lessons that I learned from my failures. Yes, there were many failures throughout my whole entrepreneurial life style. But I was not a failure before I was drafted in the arms service, serving four years in the Air Force -1964/68. For example, I was the personal assistant to Norman W. Farley when I was drafted. I was responsible for adjusting his financial ledger on a daily basis. Norman owned the Meadow's Night Club just west of Boston. He ran all of his businesses from his suite of offices out of the upstairs on the top level. He called me "brain child" because I could slice and dice is "books" but had a hard time grasping his office protocol, I let the different departments run over me, like Jack the night bar tender. The ladies all love him, he could do no wrong. I was also attending Bentley College majoring in accounting. I never finished because I got drafted. Before Bentley I lived on Beacon Hill in Boston and majored in Philosophy at Suffolk U. and malingered in the combat zone. From Boston's red light district you could be with some of the best jazz to jazz to those "titty" bar -on every corner: elucidating the soul of any willing player who wishes to be fleeced. You will be smiling during the whole ordeal of being pleasured, Boston style. In the "zone" it is said to be undressed is ready for success. Yes, the city guys were legal, the ones that could drink legally because they were over 21; I was not, so I was illegal, underage drinking. Some of them dressed in suits and ties. Sometimes I would hustle them on the pool table because I knew that they thought that I was a kid over his head; it never hurts to let someone think that they are in control because it is the best way to get them to do what you want. Work their "ego" and it will feed you because they were "suits." The young and old guard in Boston drinking from the same trough all dressed appropriately for their working world's agenda, from "suits" to construction worker all elbowing up to the same bar rail ogling the "strippers" stripping. Yes! I knew that I wanted to be a "suit" but I was still in high school selling shoes to the women who came into the shoe department that I was working in when I worked the Boston show room for Sheff Shoe Company.
It's Mickey...M. O. U. S. E.
If you, as an individual, cannot be protected from the forces of
"evil," what other alternative do you have other than the court of public opinion? Right! Public opinion is too fickle to be counted on unless it is backed up by some good media "hype. "Now I'm not "good" media hype, so therefore, the fickle public has not formed any type of umbrella to protect my constitutional rights. There is the 14th amendment to the constitution which requires equality; all are equal under the law. This is not a true statement in my particular case, unless you are rooting for corruption across all domains without any rein on its range of culpability.
If you "could" accept the fact that people are corruptible- yes, maybe some are not corruptible on that which is critical to their belief system; but that does not mean that they hold your "self worth" to the same esteem as their own "self worth." For example, in the Middle East the organization Hamas, which controls Gaza, is using the people to protect the "military" resistance instead of the military protecting its "citizens." Shooting rockets from within the "civilian" population toward Israel, they refuse to allow their "citizens" to leave the war zone for safety. They do this because the men and women of Hamas are needed in this life whereas the civilian casualty will be rewarded in the next life for their death -if you buy that shit. Hamas needs their citizens to "die" to honor their cause; their need for war is exactly what they want because it gives them power over you- fickle and evil in its depth like the roots from the shrubs and trees holding the land back when the storm brings the rains. If you got rid of Hamas tomorrow the Palestinian authority would regain its credibility so that the people of Palestine could come to some sort of agreement which could allow time to defuse the situation which is holding Hamas strong. Yes, the root of the problem in the immediate future is Hamas because it does not recognize any border which is not Islam. Israel was a poorly thought out idea even if it had good intentions when it was formed out of the end of WWII. But it was always the failure of those who were in power of the Palestinian's destiny to settle the situation when they could. The cloud of Arafat is the cloud of the Middle East because it wants what it cannot have. Another way of looking at is through the eyes of Putin trying to regain the old territory of the USSR to Hamas trying to recapture the glory of the Ottomans. So, when you are the "individual," just a "fucking" pinon like me, or one of the "citizens" dying for the cause, be it Islam or democracy, the judiciary should not be clouded because "fair play" is critical. in South Carolina, for example, "fair play" is corrupted by the judiciary's evil cloud as Arafat clouds Hamas; it is corrupting the individual's right to equality under the law in favor of those who have power and prestige.
"evil," what other alternative do you have other than the court of public opinion? Right! Public opinion is too fickle to be counted on unless it is backed up by some good media "hype. "Now I'm not "good" media hype, so therefore, the fickle public has not formed any type of umbrella to protect my constitutional rights. There is the 14th amendment to the constitution which requires equality; all are equal under the law. This is not a true statement in my particular case, unless you are rooting for corruption across all domains without any rein on its range of culpability.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Can the "fat" lady sing?
Pay to play!
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
It's killing me:
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Piggy back!
She invited me for a ride as we passed by each other one early morning. I was out and about in Barcelona looking for an early morning cup of coffee. "Take a piggy back ride to remember me by"; that is what she said. I'm telling you, there is never a dull moment when you stroll the streets of Spain. You know! The buildings along the main fair in Barcelona are from out of the time zone. One of them looks as if it going to melt. They have been working on one of their churches decades; they are no where near finished; I'm telling you the story of life is being constructed in the facade of the church's outer skin; when you walk in side the church, that is if you can get in side, you will take your senses into wounding why there is this pursuit to perpetuate the myth of the church. Yes! She wore her genitals on her back because she said it was more convenient when she is in flight. She said she gave the best riding tour over the city, "Just hock up with me 'honey'; I'll show you the sites; I'm the best time-share tour that you will ever go." "Darling" she said, "if you sign up for the tour, I'll give you my "back side" for your first visit presentation. If you love the way I ride you can come back and ride me ever year for your two week summer vacation. I'm your special gift for taking this time share offer for your lusting summer memory." By the time I got back from the time share tour she was already giving her pitch to this stumbling down old dude who was giving her his willing eye of acceptability. And to my surprise, she gave me a wink; she flew off singing back to me: I'm yours when ever you come around visiting.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Sitting: ass spreading....
I have to get up off my ass remembering that life, no matter its moment, is very fickle -dues to death's door. So, what is crime? First! You need to look at 'Opportunity'; this is "you"; because it is you who set up the crime of opportunity. For example, you left your car unlocked with your valuables shining out to me, catch me if you can. So, yes I try to be more like you; so, I steel your identity, your toys. I am your acolyte -want to be. You go to the beach, leaving the shore for the baptismal waters, -a two week vacation- your belongings left unattended for a needy soul to acquire for their pleasure. You give someone the opportunity to enter your domain; you think that they will respect your "privacy." It is a crime to believe that nonsense. Intangibles can be very valuable, yes indeed. Now! I'm in your home because we are friends; you are giving me tacit permission to steel your privacy because deep down you want someone to offer your redemption, sort of like the Papal Bulls put out by the church to forgive you for your future transgressions as well as absolution for your past. Snooping is when you look under the covers and see that which is private; but, yes it still is steeling like errors of omission. You put out "false hoods" when you gossip steeling someone's reputation; you do this with impunity because you have no value for the "gossip" only for its affect. It's just you talking trash to elevate your own stature within your mind's eye. Yes! It's one of your many weaknesses. I have them too. We all do -you know. It is sort of like raising up your right hip spreading your ass cheeks while releasing gas -farting a good one. Just think about it, your sitting down in a chair; so, if you release the gas it could make a noise; therefore, you raise your right or left hip, letting it rip out hoping that the theory behind solipsism has some merit.
" stair case"
Sunday, July 20, 2014
"Lucky"

after shining shoes on Moody st. That is how I met my dog "Lucky."
Thursday, July 17, 2014
"Shine on harvest moon...."
To my friends, I say "may yesterday's dream be tomorrow's memory." Yes! this means that I hope that the actions that you put in place reach their fruition in the morning. To you I say:Your wish is granted, be it a day of "hooky from school," or what ever else you desire, enjoy. Now! Please! When you wake up from slumber "remember" yesterday was joyous, let the residue flow over into a life of tomorrows. You see, you did not allow yourself to get in the way of your potential yesterday. Yes! You can walk on the "wild side" so that you "could" have a "tale" to tell. Tell it as if it were a dream, no liability that way. You do not want to worry about litigation. You know that gossip rules; time allows you to allow others to embellish their memory of the tale that you had to tell. Your point of view so full of holes is now being served up as Swiss cheese. Maybe some day you will grant me my memory of joyous devilry. Like removing me from the registry of sex offenders because the judge and the jury colluded with the powers to be to send me "up the river without a paddle," no way to protect my to sanity, never mind my ass. But, just like when I went up for a Parole, it was denied because of "political" positions taken by the state due to its corrupt past handling of my case. The SC supreme court turned down my post conviction release partly because it is lawless in its way of interpreting the letter of the law unless it is being vindictive for the benefit of the judiciary's elite associates, social class. But it might be on the horizon, my wish, because the SC Supreme court just ruled that there is cause to remove someone from the registry: I wonder if being innocent of the allegations will help me even though I am not from their same social class.
Bottom's thong
Monday, July 14, 2014
Crossing over....
Sunday, July 13, 2014
it's gone.

flailing "white" boy
"White Boy" is the name of the boat in front of the patio with the blue doors; this is where I'm living for the next three days. It's my deck because I'm paying the rent for this lovely one bedroom suite in the harbor on the island of Tortola, VI. But, It's not my boat - no keys. I'm waiting for my boat to come online so that I can go sailing, 51 footer. I'm white Irish from the streets of Boston, Ma. The prevailing winds ring out the symbols of symbolism: "a white boy up the river without a paddle," no keys. I do not drink alcohol unless I'm out of the country because I'm a felon with a target on my back. I'm also a political prisoner under the judiciary's umbrella. So, I'm sitting on this dock drinking "pain Killers" and thinking about the Islands that I'm about to visit. Also, I am running away from the poor "white boy" in my own remembrance, me. My only regret, I did not have any "ganja,"Mann. My thought sitting on the dock: Is "Harlem" unique in the sense that its essence is Black culture? It is a foolish question for a white boy to ask, you know. The power of the white boy to control the Black culture is tacit at best; it is not a white boy's place to think that there is synergy afoot because the black journey is their journey to unfurl. It is not the white boys to unfold because the white boy folded up the black culture through the criminal justice system and pressed in the creases that have been binding them from their first encounters out of slavery. In prison the black guys believed that theirs is a black culture in spite of the white boy. They have this expression: "once you go black, you never go back;" you see, it is the white boy who lacks culture in the eyes of the black culture. I remember this young white boy who was the wife of this black guy in prison. The white boy did not want to be a "cum dump" for his black husband, but that was his role to play in the "icicle garden," all that sweet white ice. Prison is the white answer to the distribution of wealth. The white culture has no heart; it has a corrupt judiciary who pander to the political elite. It is the white christian culture that mandates prison as a form of torture to keep its teaching intact, Christian redemption. But, by some strange chance, the judge who falsely imprison me was a black "uncle" tom. So yes, you can find "vipers" in any culture. It's just that I met more black inmates sentenced by white judges than white inmates sentenced by black judges. Yes!- that is because there are more whites in power and blacks in a prison of poverty; but fear not, the white boy is now joining the ranks of the oppressed; maybe the white he/she will now understand that the problem is universal in nature, sinking in the morass of inequality.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
You know who!

"Yesterday, my troubles seemed so very far away; oh! I believe in yesterday" and not the "fucking" mad world of today; maybe tomorrow will take today away, "oh how I believe in yesterday." What a crock of fucking bull shit; the only real time there is is being in the moment even if you are in the middle of life's war on "thongs." Also, if you find yourself flailing around in someone else's undies man up and shut up for discretion could be the best part of valor; otherwise, you might not get the opportunity of grappling over the "thongs." So what do I mean, I'm talking about your inner voice. The character that you portray through your actions. For example, US "think" for the Middle East created "Wasabi-ism" in the House of Saudi, its hermeneutic. This is the beginning of the meaning of "Jihad;" Jihad is a US export. The basic point to understand is that this form of Islam is very conservative; they want to be pure. This is the cold war of the Middle East: Iran is to Shia as Arabia is to Sunni.The world of Wasabi. US foreign policy coming out of WWI. It is one of the inner voices heard in the Middle East. This is what I mean when I say get in touch with your inner voice. Remember, the Middle-East is just my metaphor to help me express my point of view. Your inner voice guides your subconscious world; this is the world where you "percolate" ideas, think. The Middle East is what it is today because of the US special interest. OK, this special interest is the problem; using my metaphor, the shit that you received from your family of origin; this is the voice that you grapple with. It does not understand your evolution, your experiences with expressing their "shit." AlQaeda and ISIS are two groups in the Middle East with very loud voices today. And yes, Both of them can be traced back to the policies of the US toward the war in Afghanistan. What did they do? The US gathered up all of the misfits from the various Middle Eastern populations and dumped them in Afghanistan to fight against the Russians; they won because they became Nationalist and unified against a common cause, Russia. US funded their efforts. When they became a "union" they attained political power. You have this "union" too, all of your misunderstandings giving birth to some prejudice. This is happening now in your brain as you read my "diatribe." You are filtering out what I'm saying because you have been programed; these programs from your youth create cognitive dissonance within you, as within the Middle East. You are haunted by your past actions; their inactions aginst prejudice. You see what I mean about Yesterday, if only the US stayed out of the Middle East and your family let you do what you wanted to do so that you could follow the word of, you know who, Frankenstein. The monster who wants to fit into those "thongs." OK how about the "chipendale dancer" hiding deep inside of you, barking to get out.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Hedonism
You do it without worrying about the consequences of your action. Yes! ...for some reason only known to you. For example, I have no "fucking" idea what is "right" or "wrong" at any given moment because I know that the judicial system is being corrupted by those "elites" in control of government. To me, the "elites" are just old time Fascists from another era of time. You know! -The Italian city states from days gone by, coupled with our prince, Machiavelli control freaks who use you as a "bit" in their world of hegemony. This I know because this is the meaning of "is." To you self best interest is the right way to make a decision about how you are going to respond around others, publicly as well as private. You couch this approach to others as benevolent as you can; Yet, your decisions do not allow for taking into consideration the extraneous others who live on the periphery side of your social sphere. Those who are outside of your social existentialistic life are suffering because of your personal action toward others. Let me put it this way: As a challenge: Did you listen to what was being said with an open mind so as to give the other an opportunity of being heard and understood? I cannot say that this is how I understand life to be. But I do not run around espousing the essence of "right and wrong" as you do. All that can be truly said is that "we all wish that we could be more acquainted we our own hedonistic byways and pathways," not just hearing about the ways of the ruling "elites."
"Scat!" mouse.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
I'm a Mosaic: piece.
Life is a mosaic: I was formed out of life; I'm a piece of life's mosaic. The beauty of being a mosaic is that each piece is hand made out of individual pieces, each with its own colorful history. I'm a beautiful handmade piece of life's mosaic. Now I'm not saying anything other than that each piece in life's mosaic is uniquely formed, yet maybe not socialized. For example, there are many divisions in science. My metaphor is the battle over "nurture and nature" when dealing with data. The child is forming in an environment of diminished returns. This small family of origin is very dysfunctional. Brain is in the dead zone, extraneous data out of a negative environment. How the fuck does the judicial system think that it can judge that which was not socialized. For example, my socialization was different from yours because I did not live your life, you did. You did not live my life; I did. This can be measured as the "differences between" against the "differences within." This data is clean. The Mosaic is beautiful; but life fucking sucks. Another way of visualizing it is to think of life as the compost pile in your back yard; someday fresh life will form out of the morass. Yes! "this too will pass" has been and always will be part of my salvation. Today, I offer it up to you; please, even if you know and understand the word string, "...this too will pass." Revisit its possibilities now that you are "enlightened." If you are just one of the ''guys" then ask, who is it that occupies the generalized other. What is the context behind this engagement? Do I know how to interpret the language that I'm monitoring, hopefully listening. I think it is OK for the system to use its pieces, not abuse its pieces to conform to the laundry list of the judicial elites' elite friends. This judicial corruption only spawns the ever stench of the "rogue" prosecutor. She has a "yeast infection." There will be no sweet life forming out of that morass; that is for sure.
Fuck -up's
Let's face it; God is dead. Or, maybe God never existed. We know this because the judiciary is alive; they are the most likely villains that came up with this urban legend, anyway. Let's face the fact that no one ever introduced us to anyone remotely related to anyone who ever meet this power behind the third wave of the ocean's awakening - You know, the parting of the Red Sea. But we have all met someone who has been fucked over by the judiciary and their apostles. Let's call a spade a spade when it is a spade that life offers you to dig your way out of the shit house offerings from the judiciary's courtliness ways. Yes, the Court's apostles are false witness against the natural order of life's happiest opportunities, sex, drugs and rock & roll. I'm sorry. I'm just reminiscing about what could have been if the fucking naysayers of life stayed in their bathroom stalls and masturbated away their life's wishes. For example, James, the brother of Jesus, could not write; therefore, after his 33 year reign fell by the road side in the usual way of litter as seen along side the roadway traversing your community. Whereas Paul, the one shunned by James, could write and his 11 letters are the staples to the elite's legend of their 'god.' It's always that way. The judiciary comes out of the written word; Paul came out of the Rome's elite. I really do hope that you can put together 2 & 2 and not "cum" all over yourself. Yes! The only thing that seems to matter in the judicial world of fornication is 4play. For example, on the golf course where the elite play, they always scream out "4" when they shoot of their sperm like white pall aiming for the hole on the green.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Debbie's corner

Sunday, July 6, 2014
Convergence: my pieces.

Saturday, July 5, 2014
Quiet firecrackers: July 4th 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Early, Curly & Young
"the times they are changing."
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Stepping on....
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Toasting: "Maggots all."
We are designed to consume each others affect; think about maggots eating away, all consuming on a pile of carcass laying out in front of you. Hold that image in your mind's eye so that I can use it as an example -metaphor. All of these maggots are "demonstrating" the same behavior in the same manner that people consume the energy of others; to be a "people" is to be consumed while consuming too. DNA! It's coded in the egg that hatched. My nickname could be "hatch;" this is true for you as well because you too are one of the hatched eggs. You -like the maggots- are consuming the carcass of life -life's carcass. I think that you could benefit from the metaphor if efficiency is part of life's solution. May I say, "What is more efficient than a colony of maggots." I bet you -dime to dollar- that you would like to have a little bit of that "efficiency" in your life as well; but then you would have to give up your mind. We both know that you lost control of that a long time ago. Right! I suggest that you take control of your mind; editing it is the best way to keep it efficient. For example, if the Devil comes along an offers to make a trade with you: Your "soul" for the winning ticket in Power Ball; life's largest payout. OK! this might look like a good deal but what if the devil cheated you and gave you what he knew that you could not handle because you had already lost control of your mind. Now! the devil will want to control your mind too; if it is lost, the Devil will make you pay. Because then, as punishment, you become one of life's maggots. Think of it this way: you are one of 2000 inmates living 2 to 3 per cell; all wearing the same costume, yet each occupying its own physical form; they are in their cell grinding off of the carcass of time. They tend to their needs -mental and physical- in the space of their cell mate's waste -from their shared open toilet in the cell. Their beta waves are burning red. Side Bar: Some have said that it is a black man's duty to make a white man his wife. Some kind of visual could morph out of that, white on black -maggots on a dead soul's carcass. Now, to tell you the truth, I was in a situation where I was the only naked white boy in the middle of a pack of black guys, I felt their toasting as the guard slowly processed us through his vindictive nature. You could see his sexual arousal getting larger as he squirmed the black guys around my body; their genitals bouncing. Yes! This is what society does each and every day as it bumps and grinds its perverted hips like the strip tease artist did in the day's of vaudeville's burlesque.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Life, is it a dream?
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