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What's your position on another person's identity? Now! Please, if you will, walk around as if this new you -new skin - is being adapted by someone whom you really wish to be happy, like someone whom you love. Did you allow for any individual expression to form from within this identity, or is this new identity of yours for others a bit fucked up as the identity that you carry around for yourself? Please! Are you comfortable with your own opportunities for self actualization, or do you wish to slip into this new identity that you are offering up for others? Think about the new projections that might form from this new identity. What I mean to say is: are you really ready to have yourself cloned? You know! Every where you go, you find yourself; all of the baggage that you have been repressing -for who knows why- is in your face hoping that you will recognize this truth about your latent sexual identity because everything in life is sexual. If it is not sexual, it is not life. It...

Seagulls! I am going to the Caribbean on a sailing vacation, in and out of the local haunts to treat my senses to another pathway, the way of the Islands. I'm getting the fuck out of town, if you know what I mean. Charleston is now inundated with outsiders playing about as if they were in La La Land. They are the short -timers. To them, Charleston is their stage of opportunity; they are into their own pleasure; that's why the short -timers are there; it is "the place" because it makes a great stage to play on. I'm wishing them all the best. But for me, I'm getting out of town. I'm going to have a "light libation" for the next 21 days. I'm so thrilled to be able to free myself; I never imbibe in the USA. I have to leave the country; than it is OK to trickle, twirl, and swirl the pleasures of imbibing the spirits that be. I will free my self from old assumptions; I'm stepping onto the Island's stage performing in my own metamorphosis. I...

If you decided to follow a single path, you too become the Centipede. It is only when you choose your own direction that you fuck up the Centipede. Yes! Stop and be in your moment's time and space. These are your eyes to observe the truth; this is your validation, your observation of the differences between your observation and your action. Therefore you cannot walk lock step with others under the dilettantes cape. For if you do, you miss out on your own formation, self actualization. So if this Dilettante's dogma is couched in history, and always has been, and not questioned, then the Centipede is driving the car and you are -as in Googles's world- a passenger. You get to see what the Centipede observes as the Centipede crawls along its historical pathway. For example, when I reflect upon myself, I find that when I was young, I was stupid. Now that I'm old; I am just forgetful; this is an easier position to occupy in society. Why! Well if you did not follow the Centipe...

Yes indeed, it did happen to me too. Craig's List sent me a false positive: its name was "just-me." Liar Liar, your soul is on fire. You crushed my lust just like the mean old men in prison crushed my sense of what is natural when it comes to jail house sexuality. Yes! You care only for self gratification. I come to you looking to find out what could be; you abuse my spirit with your lackadaisical sleaze. Your approach to my comfort lacks the wisdom of yesterday's discernment. My parish priest was right on about the devil's true intentions. Shakespeare once said, "to be or not to be, that is the question." What is to "be" is me; for, I am on the "list."  Now I say to you, Craig's List, you are unfaithful, undeserving of my folly into the realm of the internet. You crushed my lust for the secret of Pandora's box. Granted, I will admit that I'm looking for "kink" in all the wrong places. Just like when I was a youn...

The four corners of law: church, federal, state and judicial play out on the corners of Broad st. and Meeting st. in downtown Charleston, SC. This is not ethical in any sense of the word; it is also true, it does not profess to be ethical. It is a function of Government to sway its constituents in more or less manner as a reward for conforming to the status quo. These are symbols to Power's ethos.  Because it is the thriving to attain power that perpetuates the thriving for it. The constituents, on the other hand, couch this process as if common knowledge could keep it in check. Now!  What the fuck could be so common as common knowledge when they have all the resources, and, you have none of them. The world as seen through the eye's of the elite is zero sum, or -more or less. They have more;  you have less. If you were their equal, you would have to be one of them; otherwise, you are not one of them -so please get back in line. It is said in casting, if the scene is set t...

 The evidence is in; the conclusion is quite simple. Give the religious and political elites the pleasure of incarceration so that they can molest each other in ways that help them feel that the crucifixion of Jesus was real and had a healing affect on their psyche. What am I talking about? How the fuck do I know what I'm talking about? But if you follow world events, like the Middle East , you will find the Pope in Palestine whipping up on the Jews because they allowed Jesus to be nailed to the cross. So the Pope is out and about stirring up shit so that the Jews can be crucified by the political oneupmanship that is on the horizon. Plus, the Jews are flanked by the shifting sands coming out of Egypt couched in the demented rise of their new hegemonic leader, Sisi. Does the name ring a bell -"ask not for whom the bell tolled, it tolls for thee."  On the other side of Israel you find Lebanon with their three crosses of symbolism all empty because they are not hanging anyo...

If you want people to like you, I suggest that you do the opposite of me; do it differently; it does not make any difference, just do it your way; you will do it well. It is its "it" anyway, don't you agree? As for me, I'm always in a relaxed state as far as social intercourse is in play. You on the other hand are the 'gadfly' neck deep in surviving so that when you want to relax, you want to empty your mind. You are not polemic on social justice and its discourse. You are divorced from reality for the moment because you do not want to be reminded about what tomorrow could bring. You are running away from whatever it is out there that seems to always rear its ugly head when you least need its reminder. You want to get down, be just fittin' in with your own disillusion, its truth, "if you build it they will come." You scream! " Let us all be happy the way that I want to be happy; what do you say"?  Fucking crazy! But for me you see, I wi...

So yes, I'm sending out another S.O.S because I am very angry about the casual way in which others just seem to get along in life without ever taking a moment to wonder if the generalized other is getting a fair shot at happiness. So! Now for the truth, who gives a flying fuck if the next guy gets his or her shot at happiness as long as you get yours. It does seem to me that the talking heads, like you can catch any week day on Morning Joe, will selectively remember how their political opposition had fired the first salvo; therefore, their mud slinging is justified to reinforce their "status quo," whatever that means or so entails. Fuck! I'm drowning in this pissing contest that seems to have no end in sight. What gets to me is this idea of a social contract -which by the way, I never signed and if I did please forgive me because I did not understand that it was up for revision every time some "shit head" senses that their sense of sensibility is under attac...

When I was growing up there was a TV character by the name of "Freddy the freeloader" played by Red Skelton. This was a "skit" from his Sunday TV show. Freddy was a hobo living alongside the rail road tracks. He had some unusual shows but there was always some king of moral compass toward fair play: that was the silver lining. Freddie got into trouble because he was always living on the edge. Freddy was a child of the Great Depression. He could have been a character in one of Steinback's unfurling like the "Grapes of Wrath," or for sure, Rabbit out of "Rabbit Run" would have been a fan of "Freddy's" too. But Freddy would not be treated the way that the system treats felons as they try to reenter society; they are never free from Reformation's sin. The church needs its demerits to keep the faithful alert to temptation as Satin is always out and about offering the children his pleasures. You are always one of the children beca...

Substantive ideas: ideas whose time could be about not having working class or middle class in them. Yes! The elites of the times are pyramid builders which need the 99% to support their sense of accomplishment. What do I mean? I mean that you are the "dung" from which the elite Southerners sprout their air of superiority. How about that?  You work in the coal mines; their work is checking on and complaining about the fairways along the golf course as they approach the putting green. Remember now to be quiet as they concentrate on their putt; it is the most important and substantive issue on their agenda. You! Well your job is to "load another ton of number nine coal and to go deeper in debt to the company's store."Right! You see the idea is to try and be one of them so that you too can spend your day on the golf course praising God for your ascent into their realm, meaning you are no longer one of those who have to go into the "coal mines" of life. Th...

I have come to the conclusion that I am different things as I entertain our differences. I love it because their are more pieces to the puzzle. My pieces, your pieces make up the possibilities of the moment. What is our object other than to "suspend disbelief" as they say in the Theater.  Well how do you do this when the fantasy held begins to crumble and morph itself into a viable moment? Mental gender bending is best kept in the abstract, not acted upon. For example, when I was in the "icicle garden" I saw males acting as females and holding other males in sway. In therapy I choose to wander down this path because my therapist wanted me to explore those possibilities. She believed that my headaches stem from sexual trauma while in prison. So when you are playing out your fantasy on Craigslist as a form of therapy, you can be anyone you wish to be; you can be a gender bender or a cross dresser as well as a "lesbo." No offense, if I were a girl in real lif...

I'm not sure that it makes any difference to you or not, but it does with me. Yes! I want to be understood so that I can free myself of this fucking anger. I do not know where you are coming from; as for myself, I believe that the political elites that make up the system are fucking me up the ass just like they did in prison. Someone once said that it is the southern way of doing things. Of course, if it were happening anyplace else the southern rapprochement would be screaming foul for humanitarian reasons. I do believe that it only stinks when someone else is frothing at the bit  about the southern way, doing it to the southerners. I do believe that they call it "Offshore drillin." They smile to your face, give you the poking when you turn around. When I was growing up they called it back stabbin'. So you would think that I'm well scarred to this mischief, but it is relentless. You know- the fucking itch you get when you have a cast on your arm, the one you use ...

My world of the off limits is no place to be because you would be off limits too. When you live in my world your best friend is "no" because it is understood that you do not belong. You are no longer a citizen with rights. Matter of fact, you must walk around as Jesus, dragging your cross behind your self, persecution is in. You are condemned to being one of those who are not allowed the opportunities that others just trickle, twirl, and swirl with as they promenade upon their way. When you do it my way, you do without. Yes! The fucking system believes that if it makes a mistake it did it for the greater good of the whole, mankind in its fist as it jacks off. You will get compensated in heaven because you were condemned in the name of God while you were waiting to be called back to be judged -it is judgement day. Fucking A!  The Protestant reformation turned out to be the harbinger of the real "dark ages" and not as history as proclaimed under the catholic church wh...

I do not want you to misunderstand me: I'm so fucking pissed off at the way the court's work because I do not believe that the court's are in any way just. Now! Why do I feel this way? Because of the court's jury system; it is made up of individuals who -on the whole- are intimidated by the process. It is their chance to be in the power slot; this is unhealthy for anyone who is being judged. I do not believe that the individual is capable of disrobing themselves of the prejudices and acting as an impartial jurist. The brain simply does not work that way; you, as a jurist, are made up of pieces of experiences which you may or may not be aware of. These are moments from your past which you neglected, thoughts that have a life of their own when triggered by emotions that have been buried in your psyche. Yes, you say to yourself that you are impartial, but do you really know this to be true when you do not have the experiences to draw upon? For example, just walk into WalMa...

 The wave of history rings out in the meaning of today's time; its past is eternal -with you always.  It is from which you extrapolate the present. The trick is not to hear its cacophony. Keep it ever in mind as you experience the now of place and time. You traverse from stage to stage tasting its offerings as your pleasures mature exponentially through time. The sweet horn of plenty leaving you satiated with its nectar: juice up at the pump, my friend, for life is leaving you behind.  Ac cept the lies that are out there in time and space being postulated upon by the lobbyist behind the throne of your ideas. It's in the understanding of history that you get wisdom, vicarious relationships breeding thoughts for consideration, thinking: Why the fuck are you holding on to this belief system of yours which is dysfunctional at best or potentially criminal in nature because your history is inadequate for the times. Your problem stems from the fact that you lack experience -spec...

She promised me that she would be true; in fact, she was a he/she; she distorted my sense of pleasure. She is the felon's princess ineffable. With that said, the present is made up from its history and therefore the desired reformation has to come from overturning the prejudices that form when understanding the ramifications of our resolve to accommodate the cumulative we. As in "We the people" found in the constitution. If the desired outcome of our social resolve is to teach others about the meaning of social intercourse, than w hat is needed is to understand that not everyone has had the opportunity and privilege to reflect upon the meaning of life, its responsibilities. Because not every one comes with the same package of common sense. So in this universal "we" the common sense is not common amongst all in the collective whole; for there are many island wholly made up from various segments of society subjugating one group from another depending upon their d...

Conflict resolution requires that all parties to the conflict have adequately found a resolution to proceed. Now! This is the absolute truth; if you do not have the unbridled opportunity to advance your cause, than you are not logically expected to abide the Government. For example, I'm a political prisoner to Christian shunning. Because it requires Redemption, you must confess to the crime if you want Redemption. I want FUCKING justice; that's all. The criminal justice code has never been about justice. It is about punishment, as much punishment as it can get away with before the non-felons get a whiff of the stink. The people's sense of sensibility is appeased and he beat goes on, the cry of the "icicle garden" where the person's body is the day's tender. This prison population is imploding on all the same variables that maximize the dollar on the entrepreneur's shelf or in his quiver. The value of the felon's body. For example, this is our cell ...

As far as I'm concerned, I'm in a living nightmare. Fuck! I wish you would get off of my stage. You bring along so much garbage. Because the system wants you to fit a mold that they have filled with religious superstitions. I know that this is my problem and not yours; yet, it affects both of us. You and I need to find a way to clean up this "social garbage" spewing out of us from moment to moment as we pass through out our day. The mind does not always remember what it encoded into its brain over time. This is evidenced on those occasions when you had diarrhea-of-the-mouth. As for my self, I'm as guilty as we all are; my question to my self is: Why? I know that the key to understanding lays in one's ability to listen without prejudice. For example, I had this fight with someone about my willingness to sway the project: The IRS constructed the format for the deal. If you did anything else it would be fraud. I was not going down that pathway because I just took...

 TheBlackMarket.me is a new pathway of understanding: how to facilitate the situation facing the felon. You have been living in an environment of stunted processing because you are filtering the unknown through a vale of morality which is misunderstood by those who profess it. Morality has nothing to do with truth- in this case our social justice system. You must first understand the ramification of punishment to the brain; fuck this thing called the "soul" by some because it does not live here; it lives on in some other dimension, if it exists at all. To me the key to understanding is realizing that you do not have the answer to the problem; for if you did it would not be a problem. For example, why would you want to preempt any endeavor instead of entering into it with an open mind, free from old assumptions? You are not dealing with an individual's body; you are dealing with the felon's brain. Redemption cannot be the social pathway for the felon to reenter society...

Just hook -up, that is what they say. What is a hook -up? That is what I want to understand. Two brains feeding Xist style, commingling their pleasures; experiences they bring into the ring of possibilities; for example, the old man and the young man are sitting under the tree; the old man wants to be a young man so he services the young man's sexual needs so that he can get into the young man's life. Many believe that life is always sexual because all young men have a primal need to scratch their itch: it's the old man with the need to be young that attenuates this itch. The old man, young man scenario, I believe it is gender orientation. For example, you could think about the Rip Van Winkle  effect after awaking from a long drunk journey to that of the submissive female side of man. She emerges as the male slides out of play. Maybe, finally in his demise she rises as sphinx into play. She is in play; she is he/she. And her mantra is "drop up and visit me some time....

You are too beautiful to be legal. You are just another one of those ideas floating around in the environment. You know: nothing is new;  It's the spin you put on it. Right! Some say that, if you are tuned with your environment, you will be facilitated along by the effect. The world is on all sides of the divided - you, me and the rest of the family. Plus, Alibaba's followers. Next the I.P.O.  No! this is a legal deal to assure the divided, newly created felon -slave. As in reconstruction, the 5/8's value had to attain the common denominator of equality under the constitution; meaning that a 5/8's slave in now an 8/8's equal and free; this is the 14th amendment to the constitution. So, using that logic, its inverse has to also have the same trajectory. This is a "retro-reflection" back to being less than equal. Well than you have to make allowances for those differences. If the felon can not be treated as an equal. Then the system has to compensate for its...

 I put a full-page advertisement on the back page of the local Sunday newspaper. I buried in the ad a story that I could unfold to you if you were interested. The important part of this is that you have the ad. We could talk about the hidden 7's, words with seven letters in a word string. You would see the ad in a much different light because you understood something on a different level. Anyway, you were attending Pier14 restaurant where the mental health therapists were running a workshop entitled  "The Dawn of Awareness." The cost was $77.77 and you could reserve your participation via  check. I received over 100 hundred checks for the first show and the numbers were growing when the mental health professional backed out of the deal. Plus, if you wanted to take a private tour of one of the resorts on the beach, you would get your money back for the mental health weekend in Myrtle Beach, SC. The idea behind the idea is that the gift of awareness facilitates the family, ...

 Where is my head at this moment? Well, I'm going to the Caribbean where the mosquito is biting with very unsavory consequences rather like being kicked around town with a target on your back. The morning paper's reminder of society's children: Couple sentenced to prison because they murdered a registered sex offender and his family. Maybe it was because they felt it was fair game to go after the felons who were being shunned by the church's congregation, constituents in the political arena. They said that the only thing that they are ashamed of is that they were so stupid to have been caught on their first hunt. They had their second target in hand - so involved in their lust, his for bringing him down with a bullet. She, like the bull fighter, would take the kill with the skill of the blade. Plus, and not to look for sympathy, I'm on a diet. Right! I was listening to C-Span's coverage on the judicial system and its management yesterday. I'm sorry to say th...

You could say that it was just another one of life's moments; you could also say that it put you on the road to destruction. Who gives a flying fuck anyway; you do not. Yes, you say that you do because of some fucking crazy warped out perception of socialization; you know the shit that was interjected into your mind set without you processing its ramification. So now you are between moving on and revenge. Revenge tastes good while moving on leaves bile in your taste buds. No matter where you are the rest of the world is all fucked up. You know this because you too are just hanging on by the tips of your reach, fingers. You feel comfortable about manipulating them because you are daring, foolishly crossing the line of your ability. You can only get close to someone once; than the misunderstanding manifest themselves in ways that make you uncomfortable. Right! You are only comfortable when you are being naughty; this naughty of yours is a little on the schizophrenic side too. Their u...

Straight down that old crooked road, I went without any thought of looking back. I took myself for granted; I never realized that I was not supposed to take care of myself. The wisdom floating around in this new way of looking at life is that "it takes a village to raise a child." I never believed anything that you were saying anyway; you were all about you, right. Have you ever felt that way? That the system is out for itself; the rest of us are just more hash to be served up for breakfast. Let me tell you a story about fear. When I was young I had to take a nap, real young. But I did not like the visitor that came during my sleep, before I fell asleep. Uncle Charlie moved into the house to take care of us while my mother was being tortured at the nut house. My father, the shit head, was off to work, as a bus driver. He did have special arrangement with some of this female riders. My father was one of those sleazy males in the neighborhood, who when the guys were off to war;...

Fuck it; there is no free will. How can you have free will when you are not in control of your environment. Right! You can pick and choose between your options; but do you really think that your choices come from the best of all possible worlds? And, if you do, than I do not think that you are on the same page as the rest of the majority or those like myself. I'm a psychological junky; I'm addicted to my weakness. For example, I was born Irish Catholic when the dogma was WASP and the country was going into fucking war. Being Irish Catholic was all ways on the table because it was discriminated against . The Irish immigrant who wanted his piece of the pie: his cockiness thought that ice cream would be nice too. Yes indeed, I have more lives than the common alley cat; maybe even more than I wish to not reminisce on. I venture to say that free will could come out of experiences freely taken so as to maximize their effect with others. Right! I believe that it is all about self best...

My life is so dysfunctional because I am dysfunctional; I'm dysfunctional because there is no place for me in the environment of others. There are no pathways open. I know that I'm not the only one out there who feels this way; you too could feel this way. So I suppose that I'm talking to you. I used to be socially acceptable. I always earned a living in a black market kind of way. The informal commerce of the community is where I worked, as they say, under the table. I remember those days back in the 50's during a good snow, I could make a C note shoveling snow; that is $100 dollars for a couple of days work. You know, I missed a lot of schooling during the snow storm's harvest, shoveling snow.  It's better than the shit you have to shovel today. Than I got my work permit when I was twelve. I was official -tax paying slob. I was a non stop worker for my slice of the pie until I was drafted into military service. I was 22 years old. You know -in the proverbial c...

 Reality implies a truth based consciousness; yet it is its unconsciousness that is the root of the question because it implies somehow that the herd is comfortable with this truth. Maybe this reality stifles the discovery of what maybe could be true, like that the earth is not really flat. Each member of the herd is different and it is this difference that separates their opposing position. If you allow for these differences you maximize self best interest. These interests vary from one an other in many and various ways, dependent on various situations. It is a convoluted herd. Discovery could be one of its charming points. For example,  when the feedback loop is in proper balance, the herd will spill out its connectivity like a spider spins its web, an infrastructure to get along on. There is this cognitive dissidence, confusion that can bring a cancer into the herd. You know that is when everybody is the leg of the centipede that wants to run astray. You do not want to get...

"Thanking you in advance:" this was how I ended the letters going out of cell block 3right -to prison officials. Somehow, I became the "Rev" to the blacks in 3right. I was never one of them in any sense of the word. They know that all reverends are sinners anyway; and they will help them write their letters. This form of living with the mix of black and white, some drunk, some in wheelchairs, etc. in the dungeons of Horry County, SC was like Dante's Inferno all taking place in a condemned building where the state kept its condemned minorities. It was played out in a white trash trailer park kind of way. The male sense of hegemony gets wound up in a more frantic state causing disturbances among the members of the torture chamber -3right. The local ministers would come into the dungeons and call out my name. "Tom, come on out and witness your sins so that they can heal those who may chose your Devil ways." I'm telling you all that it is fucking rap...