🔵 By Daniel Broome. Photo by lauragrafie.
I’ve been in prison for some time. I haven’t had much contact with the free world, and when I have it’s been brief, except for one relationship with a very mentally unstable being, who single-handedly set a campaign to isolate me from my family, and, well, anyone I committed to networking with while in prison. Eventually, everyone fell off… it worked. Wild. But least of the wilds in my journey. I’ve made and been through changes I never saw coming, which makes this a pretty exhilarating journey besides, in quite a few ways. I’m also an undiagnosed autist, which explains a lot of things; if I’d have only known this before, I might’ve traveled another path completely; my trajectory would’ve changed… Diagnosis would cost “thousands”.
My photo is my “convict pose” – I think it’s hilarious. I get told I’m eccentric all the time. And I don’t look like it, but I enjoy writing, philosophizing, trying myself at quantitating a particular subject my mind won’t leave alone, and disciplining myself to thought experiments and connecting with others through them, coming to answers and understandings others aren’t willing to see. Being trapped like this from what’s potential makes you want to surge through any opening, within and without, to find emergence, of expression; the way the pieces fell wrote me this way, and I’m erratically but very comfortable pressed to eccentricity like a fur ceiling I can not come down from. Why would I? Feels good up here, sssoofft.
If I’m guilty of anything it’s coming into contact with people in opposing currents, in opposing journeys, that if they (or all of us – we’re all guilty of it at some point) had the presence of mind to convince themselves that not all people or journeys are in the same or leading into the same place, (such as, well, their pretentiously “advances” state) then we could all allow ourselves the opportunity to accept that there is no such thing as the “quintessential individual” all should be modeled after – that we ARE allowed to be different – and, then we can begin living by that standard. We’re all a variant at any given moment of a mixture of life’s circumstances, on a gradient immediately imperceptible to anyone at any time. And therefore blows my fucking mind that it can be narrowed to another’s arbitrary index of measurement of who and what among us are allowed to exist and be happy. Ubiquitous – that’s the word. Free your mind.
I also want it to be known IDK if I was ever meant to harness a capacity for intellect. That due to my socioeconomic circumstances and the natural progression it was determined for me to take, my trajectory would’ve remained a very antisocial and confused continuance of hurt, anger and perplexity at the world around me. And I now find it the best feeling in the world to know words I’ve yet to actually hear pronounced. Correctly, lol.
Does the “sadist” invite this?… Is the student a sadist to its teacher, or does the teacher not know he/she is “invited”? Is an apprentice a sadist to its artist? Is a child a sadist to its mother? (Ever been to America?)
Is your “teacher” meeting you, willing to learn?
The subject of “will” aside, there’s always a will to feed down here. It’s the answer to being left behind. There’s no one to blame but everyone. Not you, not me; all of us. And as our prisons are flooded with fresh minds to influence – full of abuse and reasons to hate reason – so our communities are flooded with prisoners, by way of the American injustice e system and its partisans… is it your will to feed on others or theirs. Socioeconomic upbringing doesn’t determine the will and intentions of one’s mind and heart, nor does a pressed suit, alligator shoes, or saggy pants and overpriced plastic basketball shoes, but may play on the intention to perpetrate lesser arts by what’s projected, being as one chooses, or doesn’t comprehend the possession of such “choice”, and therefore doesn’t have the choice – to be the subject of what’s influenced before him (or her).
An obstacle to be traverse? Pr “reversed”?… blaze one on me. (Raise one on me.) It’s the one that says ESC.
Also… I’d like to thank you. In a world where counltess people seem to never hear you, this is where the vayne of precious metals get struck in abudance that connect to a deeper vayne, most won’t ever know in a lifetime to seek. In other words, I know there are communities of people out there willing these things, and that’s all I want, to project myself and attract the colorful people. To tap that vayne…
You’re an arist of artists, bringing a consciouness of heart which probably wouldn’t have existed without you… I’ve been waiting a very long time for this expansion of my consciousness. I’ve done everything for myself thus far, sought enlightenment and subsequent transcendence… but I knew at some point there’d be a point I couldn’t excepp without someone else. I didn’t know when that was going to be. So, thank you.