theiciclegardenblogs

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...