22 Feb 2012

Solidarity wit all the peeps locked down

Like the young diosa with a neon pink Nicki Minaj wig sewn in

and Jesse Jerome Brown (a.k.a. Jesse James)
       M-19 #006092
       (he will be getting free again in a month or two or LESS, will be homeless, and is too old to be dealing with this bullshit. Maybe he should go back to the Norfolk, V.A. Beach area. Maybe he will head down south, because he may not have a chance up here any more.)

and a PROUD MEXICAN GUERRERO named Antonio Marcelo #42557 (been in medical isolation with torture since at least last Feliz Navidad)

and a neighbor named Gene Christensen #39255 (geno7210@yahoo)
who is down over a year and looking for a tatoo mag subscription, like "Ink"... but he requests that you write him first before ordering it.

Chester County Prison
501 South Wawaset Rd.
West Chester, Pa. 19382

there are so many in there and they wear the flag backwards with gold trim.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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