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It is life in all of the lanes -fast or slow- because when you check out of life there is no reserve to cover your note, bill of fare. Day-to-day expenses to assure that your life is in balance: is this available? And if not, why not? This is my story; if there is any part of my story that you can attest to because a similar thing happened to you when you interacted with the system than join with theblackmarket.me and unionize behind the truth that the system is broken; and it created the environment which molded the situation. Now, in my case, the system exposed my genitals to the court and placed me in a very hostile environment. For example, I was told that my penis was going to be cut off and turned into a "spirit pouch" because my great, great uncle, or father cut off the breast of his grandmother and turned it into a tobacco pouch when she was a young girl nursing his great grandfather. Meanwhile, the judge decided that sense both governors already signed the warrants t

It is girl to girl in the mind; it is girl to girl in role; it is not girl to girl in body; but, the body part differences fits the opposites function. for example, two girls getting together and no tulip, or a transgender male and a lesbian. the he/she offers tulip and breasts. It is not 100% so the question becomes how satisfactory is it? Are you satisfied if you are 75% of the solution?  Compare that to men in prison and it is only men to man. So what you have there is gay male of the mind and body coupling with male/male or male/bi and that seems to be 50% satisfactory. But, in prison sexuality is always the flavor to the day. It's also true that you may not like that flavor. Sometimes you have to take that flavor anyway. In prison sexuality is inculcated within the prison's mind set. It is so potent too; it fuses from the in side the prison outward into the community; it is one of society's urban legends. The ebb and flow of male sexuality in an environment of eruption

Yes, the key to life is having a robust social life, but because I'm listed as a sex offender, it is absent. 'Fear' is what others feel and that puts me in an awkward imbalance to society. Let me tell you what happens: In prison the sex offender is set up to be raped or molested by the other prisoners, and this practice is saying that if you have to molest someone well then molest the rapist. Now, on the out side of the 'icicle garden,' the same labeling is going on to the point where a registered sex offender is walking around with a target on their back saying if you have to rape someone rape me. I am never relaxed in the US any more or maybe I 'should' say SC. And SC is where I live; it is not a safe environment for me, and it seems that I'm not the only one out there who feels that the environment is not safe, just the one with the target on his back. But, I "could" claim a robust life from hell to live in, punishment is my daily bread, tas

Let us set the stage: my head is full of many piles of "shit." When dealing with the first pile of shit, I altered my attention onto another pile of shit and left the first pile to attenuate itself. The question is: what happens to the remainder of the first pile of shit? The pile ferments on its own serving up another mysterious effluent. Continuing on, I formed the habit of going from one pile to the next pile and never finishing any of the piles; the mystery is becoming more powerful because it is made up of piles of broken shit. My brain is shifting like the sands of lost deserts from the past, I am the "stench" composite of self. Well, what is a pile of shit other than another one of life's experiences? And the stage upon which life's experiences unfurls could be landscaped in a variety of settings, but 'should' be noted that to get along, the art of "suspending disbelief" is essential to understanding another point of view.   

You could get in the shower with the water gently touching. You could tell your- self to suspend disbelief and use your imagination seeing and feeling the one you shower with, self. Accept self as you accept "X" as the object to resolve. " I will not do anything that tomorrow has to wake up to. This is "self's" trip. What do I mean? "Dance with the one that brought you." Now step into the shower and enjoy the touch.

The most restrictive restrict brings about a very limited force leaving the brain inhibited, so when that brain finds creativity it can become a controlling force. For example, each morning you wake up in the off position because that is your base line, most restrictive restrict. Using 420 as a working metaphor, consuming a 'joint' and or understanding its affect is what gives life meaning. Thinking out side of the 'box.' The idea is to let go of what you know so that you can learn something new about the situation at hand, moment to moment learning within the environment. Now how do you get this mind set? Poverty is a great contributor for it lacks socialization. And the world around poverty is all socialized in a very esoteric way - lack of educational opportunities during early development. etc. I think that you can find poverty living in many environments where you find neglect the functioning life style, rich or poor-  the brain in a niggardly environment. Now this

I think that I, as you do too, need to have the opportunity to share with others in ways that are different then when I'm not trying to survive. Survival is a full time endeavor for a felon. For example, I can step upon the stage and play my part and it would be OK. Yet, playing my part on another stage, I'm branded a 'felon,' not suitable for consumption. Please remember that"All the world is a stage...." On today's stage the felon's becoming the "urban legend." It is one of those twisted myths that help to guide these twisted ways. It's imagination spawned off itself becoming a mysterious truth. The truth is quite simple; we are all sinners, felons. Yes, but if you isolate all the sinners than that's all there would be. Sinners do not want to sin all the time; sometimes sinners want to be people too. This legend veils the felon in a negative light, castrating future opportunity. Crushing all spirit. Setting the stage for revenge, th

A title, a story, a picture and somewhere the message evolves from the mixture. Do the three come into confluences as a unified whole or do they conflict with each other as to meaning? Each has its own point of view, yet offers clarity of purpose. For example, does the title describe only the picture, and not the story? Maybe they only tell you something about the author of the story. So that you understand from separate platforms, perspectives. Does the story hold together without title and picture? Is that enough for you to understand purpose? The reason I ask is that it seems that there are many ways in which the situation 'could' be interpreted. For example, the picture was whitewashed over last month along with many other great expressions coming from society's children. These were the children of 5Points. They were expressing the same emotion that they too were being whitewashed by the ruling elite. The picture was their only mark of being; it was whitewashed over by

This is all about me; you and I both know why this is the situationist.  "You" out there - you are the generalized other - one of the occupants in time and space that make up the context unfurling as life moves on moment to moment. That is, except me; I'm the felon stuck in the horizontal glide pathway to oblivion. Now in SC there is a felon who has his own reality TV show. And I wish him all the best, but the generic felon does not have the same opportunities to access the resources. Education and the family have always been kept in check through the way in which the education system is allocated. The ratio of money was spent based upon the value of your home. The more affluent the neighborhood was, the more money was spent on their school system. I brought that up to a teacher for a paper assignment and she said that it was not an example of a dysfunctional distribution. Another one of my "F"'s in school. It was so zero-sum. It was a distribution system wh

What would you do if this were your situation: Rhetorical question. Create a stage upon which you thrive. For example, I was the office manager for The Vaughn Monroe Meadows, a night club just 14 miles west of Boston, MA. It was owned at that time by Norman W. Farley and he was my boss. Norman was a very shrewd businessman and his brother was the local Judge of Framingham Court. So I must have had something going on between my ears. I knew my way around double-entry book keeping, and I was socially acceptable and attending Bentley College of accounting and finance in Boston, MA. This was my "stage," my environment when I was drafted into military service. And it was during my stay in Peshawar, W. Pakistan 1964/65 that the US military drugged and interrogated me for some incident I was involved in. I never recovered from that interrogation. The military never said anything to me either. I received an "honorable discharge" with a caveat -for the good of the service. I

The brain cannot live without the body. The brain needs to be engaged so if it loses its body it could not engage; it would die. Its ability to engage keeps it tuned. That is to say -engage as equals. Now when you isolate the felon, you isolate the brain, and by doing so cause friction between values. For the brain to survive it has to consume negative reinforcers, causing cognitive dissidence. Recidivism is society's cognitive dissidence. Each time the felon is incarcerated, the felon's brain is sent into "hell" for the dissidence is cognitive.  When I was in prison there where 1700 other brains and that formed a very small group, 1/1700. Before prison I was one over infinity, 1/%. Another way of looking at it is this: in the 'icicle garden,' your body is in play not your brain. Prison is sexually driven. Sexuality is the crop of the day; it's "high cotton" in the system. Prison dumbs down the brain and society does not have a  resuscitation pro

Phoenix, born of the streets and spirit to all, sends her greetings. Senseless waste, as if you can disregard the meaning of life, is how others perceive the felon, unworthy of being even recycled.  OK, a quick story: When I was going to school and being tested I needed a #2 pencil and all the answers to the questions. Now, today when being tested, you need a computer which has all the answers. Your test is knowing the right question. I might suggest that you let go of yesterday's pencil when dealing with how to reintegrate felons back into the community. For example, educate the community which spawns the felon and allows its inhabitants access to equal opportunities of all the assets at hand, the opportunities you keep for yourself and relatives, the opportunities that are marked for the special elite in society. Give up the Christan theology of how to do it their way. Accept the fact that the 'elite' who denied the community and its inhabitants the opportunities to thriv

I was taking a walk along the park when I came upon two women, one local and the from Michigan; the visitor was having chagrin because she was leaving tomorrow. I mentioned how wonderful my stay was last September when I was in upper Michigan on Lake Superior.  And I asked her why she was sad because Michigan is so enjoyable.  I told them how several weeks ago 'Annie,' the play, was in town and "tomorrow" is the signature song. I mentioned to the woman from Michigan that my mother was an "Annie -girl"; she too wished for her -Daddy Warbucks. I  think that any "Annie girl" would love to have such a beautiful Charleston day to share with their friends. So I said how lucky we are to have such a beautiful Charleston day, beautiful blue sky, and snow white clouds spicing up are view. I said sing along with Annie tomorrow on your way out of town and make tomorrow your day instead of today. I felt better for the exchange, and I believed they did too for s

I have a little business proposition for you: I want to help you to make your way! Why, is that your question? Well I have a new site coming on line in the near future and it will be www.homeofficeincubator.me. When the site was first conceived, I was working on putting together a program on Romney Street in Charleston, SC that was designed to help the job situation in that neighborhood. But, because I'm a felon and because of the climate in Charleston's business community, I'm seen as the 'devil' carrying the mark of the demon, 666. I'm felon 666 in the sheriff's office. This is where I must register four times a year for the rest of my life; I have no civil rights, if I do not have all my civil rights as stated in the 14th amendment of the constitution, than I have no equal rights among others. And that includes the ruling 'elite' even if they believed that sacrificing me for one of their own is justified. So, what happened? I put $150,000.00 dolla

I felt fear today: he said,  "there was a 100% chance that things were going to change"; he said, "stay in la la land." All I can say is that there is no justice against another's underlying 'prejudice.' Also! It came to me that maybe not every one will understand why I'm calling for a felon's union. Please, let's be frank. Until the problem gets political recognition, like a 'minority,' there is no way to fix the problem. For example,  there are six million plus felons; if they all joined theblackmarket.me they would become a lobbying power as well. By the way, non-felons can become members as well. I'm looking at the system from the inside, looking out. As a felon out of the 'icicle garden,' I'm out- side looking into the system. There is no pathway for me. Now! If there is no pathway for someone with resources, such as myself, how can the generic felon survive? So! Now! The generic felon is on the road to recidivism

Where are you in the circle of life: Walking up the stairs, or perhaps failing and walking down the stairs?  The stairwell is not the 'elite' way of doing things. For example, the government has its own private railway system under the streets of the capital for the elites of government. Think! It is always zero sum, trickling down to you so that all of the twirling and swirling of life belongs to them, the 'elites' of life. Now if we all got off of the stairwell, it would no longer have an effect upon us. We too could become more acquainted with our inner being, enjoying the fruits of our labors fairly with others among all of us. What am I saying? I'm saying that theblackmarket.me wants to be the escalator's stairwell mode of transportation. Helping to get you educated so that you have available to you the resources needed to prevail in this social climate. If you are not of the 'elite' segment of our society, than there is a great chance that in the n

Why am I asking for your help?  And!  I will answer that question with a question: Could you fend off the tsunami brought about by the governors of NM & SC as they colluded with 3rd party interest to have me incarcerated. Yes! Money. I have been in recovery for many years now; I still can not come to turns with my situation. All I ask you to do is question the way in which the 'rogue prosecutor' can use the system of justice to critique the law in that direction which best allows for her malfeasance. So I want you to sit on my jury and listen to the evidence. Meanwhile: I'm putting out a paragraph or two each day to set the story straight. I must warn you that the manner in which I express myself is or can be rambling, but, if you read on and persevere I am sure that you brain will percolate up some kind of resolve. Now! You can find me "guilty as charged" or "she fucked him up the ass and than asked the prison population to have their pleasure." Eit

Tell me why the system thinks that it has a right to choose how I feel about the way that they eviscerated me. Why the F*** should I be happy that I can not publish a book telling my side of the story and make money off of its publication. No! I'm not allowed to present my case; also there was no evidence presented to the jury to justify my conviction. The testimony given during the trial was prefabricated for personal vindictive reasons which on one but them understand, or money. No matter the reason, those lies are the systems' truths that you have to accept if you are to be believed or given a chance to communicate; it's called rehabilitation. So when you claim that these lies never happened the wall of the 'conviction' prevails. The stories you tell in your defense are seen as dilutions; the system labels felons to restrict their ability to be normal, equal. I'm a felon now; I know that I'm not equal. So why do you think that the system's form of foc

Now! Do you understand what others have gone through because of their 'felon' status? Think about what you have gone through because you are out of work. Maybe because a family member lost their ability to find gainful employment. The middle class is shrinking and the 'felon' cast is on the verge of exploding and  exposing to you just how cruel society has been to those who have been rejected by the moral slice of society which needs to keep others in check, j ust to keep the status quo. Yes! It's trickle down only after the aristocrats of today's ruling class have gorged itself until it has to throw-up its savage feast upon its desires. Yes! The criminal justice system is savagely feasting on the carcass of society. Because of a rouge prosecutor and a dysfunctional system, I became a 'felon' and the 'rogue' became a hero to the slime that gives it its power. Slime is what happens when you leave the problem to rot because you do not want to be

If you want to understand corruption, please be my guest, and take a good look in the mirror. Please take a good long look; please meet "corruption." Yes! Self is the innervating force being formed; it's on its own pathway. Self likes 'corruption.' Corruption is a driving force. The inertia is formed when 'self' and 'corruption' seek confluence. Nothing will get in your way because you are corruptible. And it turns you on to know that others believe that you are consequential. At any give moment in time, you will be occupied with many different roles; each role will rollover in an in and out way, like up & down, in&out, each allowing you access and denying others. Yes! you love the gossip that goes around when it benefits your pathway. Yet! When you see others walking on top of others to advance their way, you admire and admonish your own reflection in the admired action unfurling in your presents. So! Dress so to devour those who do not &q

Looking out my window, I see the back door of old 'Charleston Landing; the shore line is set into the morning's baby blue sky, settling in on the Ashley river.  I'm facing west; to my left, crossing the marsh and running a full thousand feet, is the dock's walkway out to the Ashley.  The marsh flanks its apron as it spreads across my 'pleasure'.   My feathered friends alight along the walk and pass the time of day; in and out of the marsh, they play.  The dock floats up and down with the ebbing tide; freeing, exposing the marsh's roots to the morning's sun and air.  Pools of the Ashley form as the tied ebbs out; the crabs run about.  The sun is warm today. 

Boston, MA, 1942 you were considered to be of another race if you were Irish catholic. When I went through school, they deliberately let me fall through the cracks. They kept a member of my family in the same grade until she was sixteen years old; they never educated her to be anything other than "helplessness." Why? Because her mother attempted suicide and was unsuccessful; leaving her to raise her children with limited knowledge about how society functions including the social sexual environment of those days. The Irish Catholics of Boston, MA were held up in society as being very cultist. The Irish were the dredge of Europe; Bostonians thought about the Irish Catholics as the European's thought about the Gypsy/Roma of Europe. Their religious practices were from the 'dark side.' Secret rituals were thought to be sexual rituals from a lower class of people, Irish Catholic. Another way to understand what I'm trying to suggest is "being a black" child

You are a felon! OK! There is another way of looking at this; if it is imponderable, than harness it. How? Easy! "response cost" - a mathematical model- can be measured and redeemed through the system; harness it. But, first, you have to come together: theblackmarket.me is in the market of the perceived 'derivative' -the felon. Now some think it's 'game theory:' pro and con. Please think what you will; I only suggest Machiavelli because he was there. It is still the same game played today; he wrote the 'rule' book. When you join with theblackmarket.me you get access into the game; the game of 'distribution'; to be your own government. For example, be as if you were immigrants coming in for the first time; you pledge accommodation because the system's pledge is to be equal under its 14th amendment; it's its pledge to you. The idea is to unfurl your story. It has nothing to do with your actions. Those have been paid for; therefore, th

Let's set the stage at 100 units: two actors are gathering up their pieces.  Upon completion, they set their value in percentage format. For example, 1/3 and 2/3 equals 3/3' s and as those fractions change they express the relationship between the actors and the actors' relationships to the 100 pieces available. The game of zero sum is to control all the units; it's adversarial in nature, as in the SC's law. SC 's pathway of plea bargaining is an example of zero sum against the 14th amendment; the units at play are the felon's civil rights. Their is another game called the prisoner's dilemma; the question is to plea or not to plea before your partner in crime pleas; in that case, you lose because others made the deal to purjure their side of the story;  for doing so, they get favorable status with the prosecutor. The 14th amendment is equal under the law, not 'favorable' as is 'zero sum' for the rogue prosecutor. This means that the prose

Without money you can not even 'shit.' Life is the 'stage'! Opportunities are not independent variables but dependent upon another 'variable.' Now! If 'Opportunities' were independent than the playing fields of life would be open to all. But, the gate keepers are in control of those moments of opportunities; they will not allow you access. This has happened to most of the people with whom you may come into contact with, maybe all of those in your family have been a victim of this disparity of 'opportunities.' Never buy into the rhetoric espoused on equality. If 'opportunities' were Christmas gifts nestled under the Christmas tree, a single piece of coal would symbolize your value in the 'depth and breath' of life. The distribution of resources are controlled by the 'gate keeper'; the gate keeper's 'key' does not open your 'lock.'

The truth does not mater when you are converted into a 'metaphor' and than eviscerated so that the metaphor remains and you are stained, second class trash. Still in times past, it was trailer park trash not the poor or the struggling young. Also, the 'rogue' prosecutor wants to be on the 'fast track' moving up Sisyphus's hill toward power's peek. Now, every one in government is on the hill too. There are no exceptions - for example, a young actor killing his uncle, as a son kills his father on their voyage into fertility. It does not make any difference when it comes to the 'system.' The 'system' is tribal for at its center you find the force of 'X,' the unknown, as in mathematical hermeneutics. It controls all of the variables in the formula's validity. Now! If felon equaled 'X' in society's model then attention would have to be programmed into the societal algorithm's force. So, think union because its const