Swamp Donkey

Swampy

Putrid

The souring prey awakes, and smiles at having it's flesh plucked by the vultures.

Sigil

Woodnote

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Healthy

Haine

Through a loud disassociation, you have become the familiar curmudgeon you were before. Gliding over the dirt, you listen to the rotten who claim to see all. The rotten chant an ancient adage which shoves you forward into the mud. Primal instinct forces your body upward to survive. A seemingly delightful notion to bring up the muddy natives expands outward, and you call them your fucking friends. Unanimously bemoaning about reconciliation of stability, the group swallows it all in different states of consciousness. Passed out, the rotten mock you with laughter, recalling their similar youth-hood. After time, you and the muddy natives continue this cycle, and induce it all by whoring yourselves. There is no reversion now. You are drunk and filthy with no oasis in sight.

Approaching death, you are now rotten, face down, as you were previously, in the mud. My foot meets the back of your bald head, and I continue with my life unaware of the mask you once wore. I am clean and enlightened, never to follow that shitty, rotten, and delusional path.

Pale

It has dead eyes. I exploit it's mind, and through amalgamation, a purified affinity is achieved. But, the only product is further refined stoicism. Lanky and pale in figure, it has an emission of not only confidence, but beauty. The affinity reached is that of possibility, yes, but hope to never transcend and attain such a level of oneness. As a result of the defined amalgamation is a certain conflation and confusion of this entity thus now born.

My idle hands have a weakness for it.

R.A.L.A.

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Whistleblower

Mercury

I have not posted anything in a while. My thoughts and mind are constantly building to affinity towards something. Keep updated, I assure a hopefully interesting update soon enough.

A.A.,S.B.

Catfish

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Adept

Tone ANW

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Bishop, again

The silence of the room ran through you like a rifle round. You then tilted your head back, and blew on the wall, as if to make it distort from your omnipotent power...

Sigil

The river flows steady in a trace. A boy on one shore denotes any anxiety of night, and the girl on the juxtaposing shore denotes that of day. Their recent malevolent travels together bring the "balance" to a veiled halt--one neither of them foresaw. She, a perfect collective of beauty and wisdom, and face denouncing all worry. But, his mouth leaks gassy lies. To her ear, they wade on truth, reigning in limbo--in purgatory. She won't believe them. The river flows in a steady trance, and the morning star holds it's kinetics.

Disfigurment

Yoshitoshi Print.

Fuseli

Aleister

I slept with Faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with Doubt, and found her a virgin in the morning.

Brother, Brother

Saw Black

Poisson-Chat

Automatism

For the last odd number of days, I have spent my valuable time encased by white walls and criminals. I have dwelled in the under belly of society, surrounded by the distress and hatred of it's marauders. Jail was a time for a cognative readjustment, mainly positive in stature, and the red has lost its bite. In there, the effects of the institutionalized haunt me. Inmates are approaching the no-mans-land of insanity, and while stuck in limbo, they forcibly serve their sentence. I have seen how ill and sickly the federal system has become. While drowning in it's own shit, these reborn animals, titled inmates, are getting the worst of it.

"We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,
and the machine is bleeding to death"
-The Dead Flag Blues

While the negatives of jail greatly outweigh the benefits, positivty reigns in the woods. My thoughts are restored into a greater sense of enlightenment, but still drift far from it. Vehemently, I wander towards it glory. Staggering. Few characters I encountered in there accepted this idea and debated it. Its conversational purpose holds no practicality for lifers in prison, but for a short timer, this time is essential. Warsaw held ceremony for my mental transendence--an experience I advocate everyone to be forced to do for a short time. I look back upon those grey days and flourish in contentment: a true disgorging of grime-ideas happened. It is funny to think such deprivity and solitude and embellishment of crime could lead to such thoughts.

I was associated with a Columbian druglord, whom was uncovered with 850,000,000USD in cash and owned 4,000+ soldiers, a CIA director who's case littered the inked pages of Time magazine, an Outlaw fighting for brotherhood, and egotistical kin to a certain celebrity, which validity is uncertain. Killers and murderers and rapists and inmates who children witness only in nightmares walked the same cold floor as I. With all of that said, I held no fear or anxiety of these people--only anxiety of my release.

In the kitchen, I was the only white person who worked in there. For once, I saw the blatant racism that some induce as a sort of revenge for past, uncontrollable events. I was the minority, and the figurative doormat for their final release of seemingly immense prejudice. An "adequate" deduction of respect also tied into their cruel tide. But now, I remember those immediate days and laugh for various, better-left-unsaid reasons.

Never did I think that the three times I stepped foot outside during my stay would be my highlight. Such extra deprivity as that demoralizes even the toughest of killers. It seems almost inhuman to take that away from another: the rite of nature, and its daily spiritual impact on your psyche. Now, the sun shines bright on my face.

Lastly, I would like to personally say that the appreciation I have for those who wrote me while I was locked in that cage is vast. I doubt these exoteric acts carried awareness in the senders, but I do know there was conscious effort in supportive roles. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, times infinity.

Letter Information

Read this. Write to me. Please. I don't care if I don't know you.
http://www.nnrj.state.va.us/inmate_info/Inmate_Mail.htm

Exploitation

Reproduced for a friend. 11x15 watercolor paper and Prisma Color pen.

Warsaw

September 1st, 2010, I will most likely be serving 60 days in jail. Though I am mentally prepared, it will be a difficult stay. Hopefully some decencey will be a product of my stay at Warsaw.

Stay Keen.

Newsom

Bridges and Balloons

'81

Blind

Delving hollow tunnels in a lucid brain brings him solace in an otherwise chaotic plane. He received this unmatched trait from a gypsy who goes by the title of Vulture. With flowing locks of stringed mysterium, and a sanguine stained hood, she challenges human nature. She bares no eyes, but senses to rival a god. Vulture knows all, and teaches only an apprentice of omnipotence. He has holes in his head, for her to fill with unrelenting substance.

Vulture consists of a red afterthought. Being immortal, she purged all emotion. This left her room to absorb the truth of universal law. A true fiend of nature.

Harrison

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Dual

Masochism

Ranger

Progression

The Herd

Good and evil, right and wrong. These synthetic and unnatural concepts are mere ideas of man. These ideas, compatible to our highly developed minds, are used furthermore to build the illusion of morality and civilization. In this moral maxim based on synthetic code, we are sheep to the Shepherds. We are herded, tended, and guarded under these momentary masters. With that said, this concept is very unnatural, but seemingly beneficial. But being sheep, humanity remains weak, and blind to direction.

Unfortunately, the standard sheep are not all synonymous with Western ideology. Basic ignorance dominates said ideas, but, the sheep are not to blame. The Shepherds ration their privilege to consume knowledge like rice. Thus, the progression of inherent and objectively driven morality. The sheep utterly accept this assertion as natural and universal law (Western-culture included). But, some renegade sheep refuse this morality, cleanse their perception, and create a personal ethic.

The sheep are seen as naturally incoherent. Metaphorically, the sheep represents a perfect projected comparison to the proposed common man. Consequently, another unnatural concept is born; equality. According to this apparent concrete ethic, beware of mistake. If executed, individualism is disdained. You will be battered in the muddy filth, with the foot of the greedy elite crushing your neck. Progression of your life, and conformity to the ideal "moral" lifestyle is disregarded and punishment outweighs. Very moral of them to do. Punish the sheep who strays from the path.

The goat is renown to be intensely inquisitive and intelligent in nature. They will dwell outside the confides of perceived reality. This, metaphorically of course, is viewed as the antithesis to the submissive sheep. Historically, this Pagan comparison is viewed as immoral. Unfortunately, history repeats it self with modern society's outlook. You are expected to be the sheep and obey.

Suggest a moral nihilism: a complete disbelief in an unbiased morality. A static notion of any act, again, cannot exist truthfully and universally. Moral nihilism is an idea that coincides specifically to nature, one that escapes these radical boundaries of order. Bite the hand that feds, and flush these deluded ethics.

Right

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Vizie

I fucking love Vizie. Bump all day.

De-Baptize

Reason

Resonance

Jacob

Behind the towering cat tails of the giver of life hides southern mysticism. Only the devil rages on throughout these myriads.

Plastic People

Plastic people. Plastic people. Plastic people.

O'CLOCK 156

Euphoria

Austrailia

Another One

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Antichrist

Studying 16th century gynocide essentially altered her into believing that women were evil in nature. Not stopping to save the life of her child for the pure lust of orgasm may have triggered such thoughts too. But, maybe she transgressed these thoughts prior to watching her child crawl out of the window, maybe not. The three beggars live on; grief, pain, despair...the deer, the fox, and the crow.

A movie by Lars Von Trier.

2010 Albums of Choice

This Will Destroy You-Young Mountain

Trash Talk-Trash Talk

Stray From the Path-Make Your Own History

Oceano-Depths

Local Natives-Gorilla Manor

Jeru The Damaja-The Sun Rises In The East

If These Trees Could Talk

Have Heart-Songs to Scream at the Sun

Down to Nothing-The Most

you can fucking read

Godspeed You! Black Emperor-Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven

Swamp Thing-In Shame

God

Joanna Newsom-Milk-Eyed Mender

Circa Survive-Juturna

Downlink-Ignition

Big L-Lifestylez ov the Poor and Dangerous

Legend-Valediction

Probably should add some more, and possibly will. Keep updated.