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This is last night's setting sun setting over the Ashley River upon whose river banks I reside. Yes! Nature is very captivating to say the least because one's emotions could get tangled up with their misunderstandings. Do we want the day to end; or, do we want to hold on to its familiar pathways blessing us in "sin?" Also, I do want to remind everyone that just around the corner there is an establishment called the "wild joker," a N. Charleston "titty bar" where the same sun is setting in its remembrance as well. But there you could get bathed in real "sin." All my remembrance is over Charlestown landing, the home of the first settlers in the neighborhood. All of these descendents are from pirates because Charleston is and has always been a place for the underworld to meet and prosper; that is to say, "if you got the money 'honey,' I got the time." But I am there too, only I do not know what I was thinking or even the fa

I have no "idea." It's the Stockholm syndrome I suppose: please do not hold me responsible after you stomped this shit into my head. The accepted negative format coming back on itself, like a piranha from one of the South American streams chowing down on someone's ass. Yes! This is the truth because society is very cruel when it thinks that it has been crossed. The mob will form for anyone of the various causes that gets touted about on a daily bases. When I think about myself, the way in which prison's effect destroyed my past because I died in prison, meaning that the life form that entered prison is not the life form that came back out, brainless & without past memories, scrambled anyway. Now! Life is quicksand because their is no control when society feels it has been crossed. Yes! I believe that I must be falling in love with my captors since I claim that I am a "political" prisoner.  I am a felon in society's prison; it's "the icic

When the "mouse" takes control of spell check, I cannot stand those red lines for they challenge me so I want my "fucking" mouse back.  I cannot spell my way out of yesterday's underpants if you catch my drift. OK! It started working again! What a relief to get rid of the red lines about spelling. It is just amazing how much I can get those 26 letters messed up, out of sequence. Life could be made simple if only: Imagine that you were in a circle of 26 people, each representing one of the letters in the alphabet, each with its unique sound so that you can mix & match letter -strings into word -strings to maximize the day's journal entry. The individual is as unique or subtle as is the sounds of the letters in one's alphabet; now the differences can be tricky when you, let's say translate English to french; yet, sound is not taken into consideration lending this to contribute to misunderstandings. Now! With my mouse, I have "right click"

Let me be: "let it be...." When everything is on the table, you are on the table too: Meaning, action is continuously in motion as your stomach's respiratory system is. Action is the tangential force nurturing the optimal outcome. For example, "fear" is the absence of action for action is fearless because it is action that makes the world go round, not fear and procrastination. Yes, it is true that there are consequences for each move being made moment to moment as life moves on. Let me tell you a "story": in the complex where I live the water bill is part of the regime's monthly costs. So, if the water is being wasted than it is my responsibility as a citizen of the corporation's alliance to speak up; I said to the little cigarette smoking oriental looking man who was spraying the plants from the opposite side of the driveway, flooding the drive between himself and the bushes, " water is 'very' expensive." Yes that was it; fo

I want to form a union of felons because I'm a felon without "rights;" every felon in the state of S.C. has been persecuted because of who they were, felons. Felons are the new "slave class" in the U.S.  when you cannot go before the courts because of previous behavior that had been adjudicated and resolved yet reactivated when the laws change. For example, the sex offender registry did not exist when I was sentenced and it did not come into effect until after I was released from prison. Yet, because of political corruption and judicial collusion, I have been tethered to the cross because I will not confess to a crime that I did not commit. I herd story after story while I was in prison from inmates who said that they had confessed to their crime because the "rogue" prosecutors intimidated them into confessing guilt for a lighter sentence or go to trial and end up serving life in prison instead of the bargaining down with the judge who has sway over th

In today's world it is all about politics. Yes! This is the truth - it may not be your truth; but it is society's truth. It's the truth of "La La" Land. Now this is why I believe that if "felons" united by joining together -the act in itself is Kafkaesque- their assembly becomes the "stage" - upon which they have a "voice." If there is a "voice" than others can hear it. So if there is no "voice" how does one expect others to hear the "quiet" turmoil boiling away? Therefore WWW.theblackmarket.me is the place to be. It's the way of Kafka. "It will set one free of old assumptions, to discern previously unseen patterns, and to dare. Come touch, taste, tap, toy with, discover and rekindle that which is ours yet yours alone," the Humanities. There in the Humanities one can find the political way -once one is unionized. For example, let's say that one became a legal corporation, let's say I

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 t

"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 pitch

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&

Why is it hard to make a decision? To me,  decision is a cost because I acquired something new, or I got rid of something old. I like things to happen on their own merit without conscious effort, simple living.  The one thing that I know for sure is that I have not attained enlightenment in my life; how about you? But doing "something" is much different because it has an immediate gratification tied along with the completion of the task; like today, I took the pressure washer to my deck. Now! My deck looks new; I felt "accomplished" even though it was a task long overdue. No negatives coming my way - all my vibes are positive. It's my body that is feeling the pain; my mind is out with the fairies of yesterday, whatever that means. I do not have anything new to contend with; I have a clean deck to be sure. When I wake up tomorrow I will feel as if I do indeed deserve to take the day off because I have the evidence right in front of me. My clean new deck will ring

You fucked up because you were not conscious when you were supposed to be or could have been due to being distracted by the turmoil of your inner mind -  this cognitive dissonance that comes alive when you are cavalierly playing with the strings of your soul. This means that you fucked up because you were not in concert with humanities' "best interests;" but your own "best interest." You do this because the Law is "lawless." You have the constitution as the "guide." For example, when the 4 Gospels of the bible were being written there was the "quote book" of Jesus. Your constitution is your "quote book." Think of it this way, the 4th gospel of John, was written with the letters of a learned Roman, Paul, who gave Jesus the status of God because Constantine  the emperor of Rome wanted to convert into being the power behind the throne of the most powerful, God. This was his conversion to Christianity. James, the brother of Je

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 relatio

OK! Hear we go on the little train of "imagination"- I'm a stranger -"A stranger in the night;" I slip in beside myself,  eavesdropping in on my own conversation with others like myself who are out and about. Would "you" have understood what I wanted "you" to consider, or would "you" question the fact about my own understanding of the conversation. Did my conversation reflect that I  understood what you were talking about. I'm telling you, as the "stranger" eavesdropping in on conversations, I might come off misunderstanding what the encounter is all about. My conclusions about myself are still in the "jury room" because I know that if I allow for the differences between us and validate those differences, than a bridge can be created to span those differences allowing for a more comfortable confluence of ideas. Now! The surprising thing with me is that I communicate more easily with another stranger than I do

The beetle is a curious metaphor for transitioning your idea. I was think about Kafka, a son of WWI, dealing with his demons, passing his journey onto you by way of the "Metamorphoses."  The inward struggle for attaining balance, placing yourself in your own room only to awake to find that you could not get out because when you awake form your slumber you where not what you were when you went to slumber; you awoke from your slumber while your form was changing into that of a "beetle." I juxtaposed it to Germany's awaking from her WWII slumber, assaulting the U.S. with the famous "beetle" bug that was so so cheap and so so affordable it put you on the side of the "Go", transportation. The same metaphor either trapped you or freed you;  The U.S. was going through "high cotton" with the " the roaring 20's." Europe was cooing out of WWI with its "soul" in question. Nietzsche said that god was dead.  That is what

I want to tell you about two guys in prison who gave me refuge without realizing it; regardless they did me a big "favor" when there were no "favors" to be had. Yet, because of them, I could have a comfortable place to pick up my copy of the "Wall Street Journal." I needed the journal like a junkie needed his fix. It was my escape back in time so that I would have a place to engage my brain separate from the prison's ground, a place in the imaginary "icicle garden." The thing I remember about these two guys was that their cell was not filled with hate. Because many to almost all of the inmates are full of "hate" so over time their cells are downright paralyzing for the occupants; you could feel it when they invite you into their cell for a "sit down." I felt it when the system would run different inmates through my cell on a weekly basis just to fuck with me; some of those inmates were so fucking heavy with bad trauma. It

"Closet" is where you keep stuff that needs a place to hide; you do not belong in the "closet" & neither do I. But here I am in the "closet" of shame because the state of SC is shameful in the way its administers its laws. The law is subjugated to the "elite's" wishes as was in my case, but they will also eat themselves up -other elites- just as well as dine on any carcass that suits their standing within their hierarchy. I hope for your sake that you are well established in some family structure or social structure that has roots in the political morass of your community. Otherwise, you could be on your way to becoming a "felon" if you live in my state, SC. - the state that claims the "holy city" as their own, Charleston. The only problem is that it is not a "shining city" on the hill, but a pirate's port along the east coast of the U.S. which has traded in "slavery" in one form or another from

It's raining which means to me that I'm in a drift of "shifting settings" like me in one of my dreams. The "settings" in my dreams skip across my mind as a rock skips across the water's tips. This is the stereotypical me as they say; I'm "schizophrenically" playful when I'm awake too - just "...wash that man right out of my hair and send him on his way." OK! The key to the Middle East is outflanking the "Roman Legions" like Cleopatra did. Seducing the "Legions" into the political arena - there they are vulnerable because intellect does not run along the "Y." As you know, intellect is battled out within the Xist; there it is the give and take of negotiation. Yes! I'm being playful again because the "Y's" are the boys; the X's" are the girls. So, maybe someday the Arabs just might remember that it was Mohammad's wife that saved him because it was her money that "s

"Spartacus!" This is what the U.S. does not understand - a slave who revolted forming his own army that took all of Rome to take him down, the "Roman Legion." I.S.I.S is of this nature because it too is forming its idea of itself; when men form for war they form with single stupidity. Yes! The young men of WWI on both sides fought valiantly but for what "purpose." They fed off of the "terror" that they spread. Just like in a hockey or football game, it is the "slam" that counts. The more damage that you can create only attests to the depth of your conviction that God is on your side. War is a killing machine; just like in football when you are heads up on the 10 yard line. The problem with Europe it has killed millions of young men over the past 19th & 20th century on the "ten yard line" because of the game of politics. Please! Never forget, the first son gets the land; the rest get the church. It does not matter if you ar

It is all about turning yourself inside out: It is 12:22; it's reality time. You "blank" out because of a condition called "response cost," -how long it takes you to respond to an impromptu stimulus. It has to do with time. Think about it this way: by seeing another you can see how you displace space; time has to do with how you occupy that space that you displaced. Consciousness! Being in the moment from "moment to moment" as your brain engages your mind to carry out the desired effect. For example, I was watching an interview on TV about tennis; it was said that when Jimmy corners is engaged in a tennis match, by the time that his opponents tennis ball is passing over the net, he see it as if it were a basketball. He has no "response cost" because he is in the moment of the "match." As for me, the ball gets smaller and harder to engage. O.K. I'm not a tennis player, just using it as a metaphor to help you see what I mean. What

The space in between the "cracks" is where it is at. Think about it this way: life is in between the cracks of differences that exist between us; yes, this is our arena. It is like being a "cookie crumb "for me because when I was in prison,"the icicle garden," I was a member of the "cookie crumbs." The "joint" is a place in between a "rock & a hard place." You know, the "crack" in between the spaces. Cook was his name; he was the "position;" his way counted when it came to the school house of higher learning, behind the bars, inside of the "icicle garden." I lived off of those crumbs because he held his own range and domain up against the "Dull Lyres;" these were the forces of evil within the belly of the beast. It was "them" against "us" because Cookie counted. For example, one of the female guards had it in for me because she felt that I was disrespecting her au

If it is true, why would you choose to give the "authority" to only 20% of the population -Shia- which then has the power over 80% of the population, Sunni. This "could" have come out of the structural mirror of the U.S., 20% elites and 80% slaves followed by the untouchable felon population. Now, if you do not do something to reach those who are more in need for intervention than you are perpetuating the symptoms which create the self fulfilling prophecy, growing up to be a felon. They're living in a tenuous environment which fosters reckless spending sending them downward into a spiraling need which is couched as the child's "profligacy." Why do you want to blame the poor for being poor when it is you who is enslaving their opportunities. Liberating the blacks of Africa through opportunities -manufacturing for US corporations; while, you enslave the blacks of America through the criminal justice system. For example, the criminal justice system pr

All I heard was that, if you want stability, you must nurture the women of the population. It is their sense of stability which allows for the "right" environment so that commerce can develop. Women need the encouragement brought about out of Private & Public cooperation. This is the pathway out of poverty; allowing prosperity its fruition will free those impoverished a window of opportunity -therefore regional stability to maximize the potential of the community. It sounds good to me; I just wish that it was the mind set being postulated for the people of the U.S. instead of the woman of Africa; I'm not knocking the woman of Africa because some of the woman of Africa are living in the U.S. too. It is just that the children of African woman in the U.S. go to prison, while the children of African woman in Africa go to college. The American women are paying for that "foreign" aid to Africa; you would think that they could get a better dividend on their investm

"Shit" in the old days was good stuff like, "Puff the Magic Dragon..." It's not the same today because the citizen of today is just one of the many in this universe of ours, or at least on this planet, Earth. The elites and their corporations are citizens of the world. Whereas, if you are from the US, that is your designation. Now the elites, their corporations no longer have any allegiance to the US because Regan allowed corporations to leave the jurisdiction of the US and take their money with them, meaning that the people of the US no longer can be assured that these corporations have their best interests in mind when choosing where they are going to invest their resources for future harvesting; it's more that US corporations will invest in Africa so that they can proselytize the Islamist away from Islam and back toward Christianity. Never forget that all politics is local; the "new world order"  believes that their future lies in the emerging e

When I'm in the trees, I like to observed the tree's top; each tree is different when it is no longer fighting for the sun. The tops appear like the curls on a child's head. But, when I walk into the woods the tree's trunk is where all the magic takes place. Its branches branching out fighting the adjacent tree's attempt at its options for the sun. You can see this in the way that the branches twist and turn because it's their job to keep the tree in balance. I have the "curls, twist & turns" of the tree as I meditate my way through the forest; passing on the forest's floor my thoughts drift into shared spaces. I contemplate "you" because that is my role if I want to understand "you." I think that "you" find your self through the reflective feedback from others. Because your "juice" is in distillation, fermenting its potency. Right! Who gives a flying "fuck" anyway? Yet curiosity is the deliciou

Everybody is in a turmoil over the inhumanity facing each and every one of us each and every day; yet the outrage is "quiet" because no one knows how to grieve over this inhumanity, like the Middle East. That is right, you cannot take this existential grieving into the work place because from the work place it could leach into your very own nesting arrangements. Remember Sept 11th as it came out of the East, the Taliban.  Yes! You see this is the real problem because everyone wants what you have or do not have. Why is this the way that it is? Well just maybe because they are jealous of what you are all about. I know this confuses you because you do not know what you are all about; others are jealous of your "perceived" situation being wasted on someone who does not agree with their point of view. Right! The world thinks that you are wrong because you like to play around with "sin" and than go to "confession" and be forgiven. Those who inflict the

Good morning, world, I hope that you all had a good night's rest. Yes! You will need it if you are really going to engage with life's twist and turns. Not to be negative because life does need to be a challenge if you wish to accomplish the consequential time running through your potential. But you can, if you wish, just go to the beach and back off of the grind; that is your privilege. For me I have to battle against the system because the system is preventing me from enjoying life's opportunities. Now I also must say that as a "society" there needs to be a system which allows us to compete against each other in a fair and balanced way. Yet  the system is convoluted because of some distorted sense of God's view of how you are supposed to behave and act to truly appease the elites instead of the masses. How about the idea of identifying a problem so that you can find a solution. But no matter what you do, you create a greater problem because it serves to valid

Tortola, British VI is the place where I picked up the sailboat before heading out on the "wild blue yonder" looking for adventure and mystery with others like me. I'm sitting on the dock thinking that the "secretary" is the face of the business; I'm a product of my past, thank god offices had secretaries who knew how to get things done; so, how do you translate that into a business model for the internet. How do you construct a "porthole" or "wormhole" into the internet and call it Secretary. You would have to build a "control center" to guide the various aspects of your creativity. Anyway, this is what I'm attempting to do with my web site: WWW.THEBLACKMARKET.ME  So give me a break about its appearance until I learn what and how to operate it. By the way, we all need something to contemplate about; so I'm all in on "social justice" under the laws of the Constitution. But I also understand that, to have any ef

So, it is raining outside; I'm tied up in knots of my own making; well, maybe you as the generalized other had something to do with my state of disbelief. It is rather like the compost brewing in the Middle East where the members of the quagmire are festering over their image. Yes, as you know, or maybe you are not concerned with the fate of those being persecuted for believing so strongly in some ideal of faith. Anyway, my quagmire is cemented in my own cognitive dissonance; that is right; I'm confused because I have on faith to rally my thoughts around. It would be so comforting to circle the wagons against the onslaught of fear that is festering in my imagination. OK! Yes! This could just be a rainy day feeling which, like the common cold, will dissipate its affect over time. You know, it could just be all bull "shit" but of course it has to be something because it is consuming time. Where am I coming from? I'm building a "studio" which will be housed