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Access is one of the gifts in the garden of life; like your friendship garden where you grow friendships. I had 'access', therefore respect. The problem being that I didn't respect the fact that I indeed had it, respect -full boar. And, as said, with access in hand the gifts are there for you to harvest, without restriction. Giving adage to understanding, 'a fool and his rewards are soon parted' some like to say, 'a fool and his money soon parted.' It happened to me in the flow between the 70's & 80's where I ended up dead, at least in the medicinal sense, I lost Access. My garden of gifts wilted away behind the wall; with it, my ability to redeem balance over disrespect, ending Access. Side bar: think "Trump's wall" & its under lying message is walling all of us in, as if we were in East Berlin, behind that wall which deny others, as I had denied my self; Remembrance: "As social animals, we're destined to interact wit...

OK! Here we go together, down into Alice's 'rabbit hole', but it's my story about how I got into wearing ladies underwear. Now I must say upfront that I have always had this thing about my ass since wearing men's underwear could be intriguing,  but it wasn't, You see! than I went threw this period in the 60's & 70's wearing under garments was seen as an optional thing; some days yes, some days no, otherwise it was no big thing. Coming into the 9o's it completely changed. I was washing the windows in my loft, I got hit by this need to start wearing men's under wear again. I had none to speak of my draws, no pun intended. So, I jumped into my car, went to Wally's world, Walmart . Picking out a dozen different styles to give me some flexibility as I meld into my sexuality's differences, however they stir my since of self. That's not all, add this to the equation, the 'flow' of my story. Because I'm into nudism, letting ...

Chocolate with a sizzle will set you free to explore those forgotten influences buried deep inside of your psyche. Now! Feel them melt away as our "truffles" coat the pleasure centers on your palate. YES! As it was once said: "Walk without feet, fly without wings & think without mind." NOW! This is your chance to support Social Justice so that Felons too can someday re-enter Society as consequential contributors to the overall benefit of humanity, as well as his & her neighbors in their community. I'm asking you to join my cause for social justice. Our exploratory committee is centered around the ability for felons to be included when laws are passed that hinder their ability to live a life to its fullest potential. EMAIL: theiciclegarden@gmail.com for any questions about delivery. Side bar: It's a promotion for a membership drive on behalf of an exploratory into a UNION for felons & social justice. In this case, numbers matter.  Yes! This...

Imagine any way that fits you that you have had a hearing problem for too long to remember; remembering is also a problem because you are encoding bits and pieces of sound, coming up with the wrong interpretation as to what the conversation was all about, according to the attendees. Anyway! This has been my problem since being discharged from the US Air Force, 1968. And the government would not recognize their liability; therefore no compensation. But now that I'm an old man of 76 years, the government will give me the best that money can buy because I qualify under the "old man's postulate." Yes! The Government left me "deaf & dumb."  Simply said, I have a new cochlea implant which gives me the ability to hear without misunderstanding the meaning of the spoken word, its message. But, there is one simple problem. That is to say: You see people in a different context because you can pay attention to what it is that they are saying. Also! Their facial expr...

S.O.S. What is my new bitch? "Shit on a shingle" could be, maybe, if I were a spotted hyena living on the Serengeti in Africa. It just might be the best way to look at the way that I look at life. Why, you may ask. Well the hyena is the only living predator who can exist on the shit of all others living in her environment, those living on the Serengeti. But, you may say, you don't live on the Serengeti. Matter of fact, even though you look a little bit like the hyena, the fact is, you are the upstart of some failed Irish marriage which was fed on the shit of unfettered dreams because maybe, you-know, you should not have been born in the first place. OK, cream-of-beef dumped on a piece of toast is the Army's Beef Wellington. Yes! You know when the state is against you there is not to much for you to do; except, unless, that is, you walk on the wild side. This is how the state goes about "farming" a crop for the new industrial wave toward enslaving its populat...

You may hate me, this is your right; But, you do not have the right to use your hate against me, doing me harm. I served my time, paid in full; yet, the "Scarlet Letter" still exist leaving one branded, enslaved as a felon. Another area of Jim Crow politics keeping one class of people down while elevating others. This is the meaning of the Clinton's " is." It's not the class of being a felon; it's that it enslaves you for life from ever being able to fulfill any of life's possibilities as far as your dreams and abilities could carry you. If so, why try under such discouragement? "... water, water, everywhere; yet, not a drop to drink...." It is just as true today as it was then. Slavery in the bowels of a drifting boat on the turbulent ocean water, or confined by laws which are anathema to your civil rights, you are, as the T-shirt use to say -Shit happens.  Therefore, your anger is misshaped, altered by interpersonal trauma as you experien...

The impossible! I have been writing my blog these past few years, never getting a response, yet not challenging the system. I'm used to get my message out & about to readers such as yourself. And just last night I stumbled into the answer: "the response key to my blog was turned off." So that even if someone wanted to respond, they could not. Nothing good comes out of an April-fools' joke. But my tale of woe is true. Even so, ring around the rosy, a game out of my childhood where there was always one chair missing; that could have been your chair and probably was. At least, that is the way that life came at me, chair -less. Dumb is kind of how I understand the manner in which I process information.  For example, it used to be that the US was the sounding board upon which the European elites projected their 'retroflections': the back drop for political capital against communism -Mother Russia. So! Now! How will the European elites form their opinion? No...