Crime Family "Torture," Accepted & Rejected..........

I Feel Confidant That I Made All The Right Choices, in “This” “The Taylor Family”. George “The Duke” always has been the Bookie. Not just for his friends, or because He is connected to a Vegas Sport Book, that pays all wins on same day. It's 40 years as a Garbage man for the City of West Allis, Wisconsin. Now He uses a Dry Cleaning Business, near North Ave, the Ghetto of Milwaukee, Wisc. To service His Accounts. He had a Sporting Goods Store Downtown, that got nailed by The F.B.I. As He was at the Dentist for an Emergency and His Connection to the Illegal gaming was Difficult To Prove, so, The Gov't never pursued Him, because He worked His Front for the Game With Due Diligence. He Owned Bars with names Like Club Martini, and Club Las Vegas. Betting Pools for Playoff Games with Prize Pools upward to $100,000 Super Bowl, and Heavyweight Title Fights, Once had a million dollars bet by someone connected to Vegas.....all hush hush, because the Gov't didn't get their dime. My Other Brother James Allen Taylor of West Hartford, Connecticut worked His Life for Halliburton Int. as an Expediter, or The Internationally Acclaimed Industrial Spy and Chief Bribe Consultant for His Boss, Dick Cheney. Wherever, there is “WAR”, there was Jimmy providing support services at a cost. You Remember those $70 pliers? 100,000 of them was a Real Steal. Halliburton has Greater Control in The World, and moved its Headquarters from Houston and Dallas area to an island it created in Dubai called "The World". It had all the workers and equipment in Kuwait, putting out oil rig fires and rebuilding roads and infrastructure destroyed during “93” Gulf War Expedition. At the expense of U.S. Taxpayers where The Equipment was re-routed to Dubai, and Once The Manpower was applied to form that community of Islands Of Sand reinforced with concrete and steel, glass, and all the fortifications, security,and entertainment, supplies, libraries, collections, seed banks, and gourmet essentials, beer, wine, and top shelve items worthy a kingdom. Each Island was designed to resemble an image, and Halliburton's was, “The State of Texas”, in “The United States”, in the community called, “The World”. How Arrogant is That? After The Fast Living and Young Boys, My Brother James Had a Brain Aneurysm and His Head Exploded. I was left out of that family obligation, attending the funeral, to the amount of notices, invitations, phone calls, I received from the bereaved family. Zero “O” a Goose Egg is a Good Sign of a Terrible Experience, so I didn't attend. Joan Taylor Iker of Sterling, Mass. Is My Eldest Sister, “The Real Estate Swindler”, Conspiring with My Other 2 Sisters, Debbie, and Linda to deprive me of any Love, or Affection, and stole My Inheritance of Land, From My Father Last Will and Testament. I never pursued any legal action Hoping That God would Provide, and He Has. I Believe in Good Actions. But, I also Believe That No “GOOD” Deed, Goes Unpunished. Everyone, I am related with, bit me, stole from me, lied, cheated, and fucked me, to reject me over and over again. I stopped all communication with My Sisters and Family, after They Took 60 Images oil/canvas, and wouldn't give me an accounting. A Total Of 240 Images are Missing. Everyone has My Art, in Their Homes, and they never have even attempt

to Thank Me, or Give Me a Pat on the back, The Satisfaction of Having Done A Good Job. I Have Mutual Friends That I made inquiries with, concerning My families health, wealth, and sanity. The report stated That They created an Image of Me being Mentally Unstable, with a family debt exceeding Millions of dollars that I conjoled from my extended family when I was an addict. Lies, Lies, and more Lies is the only thing keeping me from Visiting Them. I don't want to experience that Negative Force Field. It Gives me “Nightmares of Blood Sucking Zombies”. That is exactly Who They Are! “Thriller” was Pure Prophecy. Last Month 4 People were attacked and eaten while they were alive by zombie's. Tony Taylor is George, “The Duke's” Son and My God Son whom never communicated with Me after I was Banished. He is a Businessman and makes Deals all the time. Last Time I was with Him He had purchased a few palettes of computer chips. Gov't auction that was resale of confiscated goods in L.A. He is As Slick as a Goose Turd. I went to visit Him at one of His Condo's in Long Beach, and ended up being held Hostage by a Colombian Drug Gang doing a 10 Kilo Deal. They had rented His Condo for the day, and I had arrived unannounced. My BAD! They had Automatic weapons and were all coked up while talking in a Native Indian dialect from South America. They made My girlfriend and me snort a gram, and then locked us up in a bedroom with an armed guard, and a quart of beer, and a bag of chips. I got Horny and made Love To That Girlfriend for a few hours. Finally the door was opened and everyone was gone. My Nephew was standing there telling me He lost $2,000 on the daily rent and wanted me to Leave because they might return and waste us for not providing a witness to their actions. We split right away and headed away from Tony's Lifestyle. The Lifetime Of Abuse I Have Suffered at This Family's Hand has to be Heard. They have never paid me my due. They sabotaged and destroyed all My Hopes and Dreams. Heckled, Insulted, Laughed at Me, as Though I was Their Joker, Jester, and Pet Monkey. I didn't mind for the last 40 years, but Realization struck Me like Lightening that They are Evil, Cruel, Malicious, People that never would have Good intentions for me. This Family made all Their Real Profits From A Lifetime Of Professionally applied “CRIME”. In and Out, Let's Make A Deal. Rob The Government Legally System, and Only Do Big Deals, with Old Friends after Careful Deliberation. Smart Cookies with Big Time lawyers. When Your Rejected, Dejected, Kicked To The Curb, Tossed Under The Bus, Pushed in Front of a Train and Falsely Accused of Crimes Committed By Brothers, Sisters and Their Spouses. A Family Fall Guy. The Poster Boy For Disownment. One That Is Living In Hawaii and Swimming With Giant Tortoise, and Dolphins in The Sea. I Am Rewarded Here and Tortured There. Aloha

I will take into consideration that all immigrant families struggle, especially during times of “WAR”, and money becomes tight, so tight that the daily bread becomes the every few days bread. My Family was Hard Working and My Father seemingly Honest. We had a Large Family. 4 boys and 3 girls whom never showed Me any kindness or fairness, because I was trouble, or at least advertised as such by everyone upon introduction. When I was 3 and taken care of by “Baka”whom was my paternal Great Grandma, took care of me, while My Parents worked in the factory. She owned the house, we lived in. We occupied the downstairs, and she lived upstairs on 66th street in West Allis, Wisconsin. She made me food and cake and let me nap with her on her feather bed. One day she surprised me with a blond puppy, a cocker spaniel. My Dad came Home Early and was Angry with Her and They Argued. He was 5'5”and built like a fire hydrant, she was a wisp of a woman at 5ft. 90 pounds soaking wet, wearing a babuska and smelling like garlic. A babushka is a scarf decorated with flowers and worn at all times like a helmet. Her Spirit was that of a Tigeress or She Bear, when cornered by a Badger like My Father. She picked up a cast iron pan and tried to hit him with it, but he was nimble and weaved out of the way. He then screamed, “You Witch” and threw Her Down the stairs. She lay in a heap at the bottom and I cried and screamed, “You Killed Baka, PaPa”He backhanded me and knocked me across the room saying, “You don't know what your talking about”, she tried to Kill Me. I got up and went in her bedroom and hid under the bed. He ran down the stairs and I fell asleep. When I awoke, My Mother was Home and woke me to eat supper. No one said a thing, and I went to sleep that night not knowing what happened. The next day everyone went to the hospital and found out that she had a broken hip, but should survive. Then all of a sudden she took a turn for the worse, contacted a virus, and had a heart attack and died. Well, My Dad couldn't handle the guilt, sold that house for another, and we moved into a new home. I was 4 and My parents were arguing about bills and the inheritance from Her, as to how and invest the money when I couldn't stand it anymore and burst into the room. “Ma, Daddy Killed Baka”, “He threw Her Down The Stairs”. I then told her how He Hit Me and knocked me across the room, and the fight erupted because she had bought me a puppy. My Father walked across the room and was shaking, trembling, pointing a finger at me, while denying all accusations, and telling me that such talk was dangerous to the whole family. The next day, he rode over my puppy with his car, and told me it ran away. I was watching from the window upstairs when I heard the puppy yelp. Now, the lines were drawn in the sand and the sabers were rattling before the 40 year WAR. My Father instructed everyone that I was a Liar and Thief, and nobody should Trust Me. Then My Siblings followed suit by blame and accusations of wrongs committed by me when anything was missing, broken, or damaged in any way. We had a Farm Up North in Nakoosa, Wisconsin off of hwy. 13. Our relatives, Grand-Parents on My Fathers Side, lived there with my cousins, uncles, and aunts. Uncle Carl and Aunt Barbara had a big old barn with windows all around that held 4 panes of glass each making a hundred total that Freddy, Jimmy, Brian, were shooting with a B.B. Gun in the back of the barn, and set me up with the gun as they told me it was My turn. I was 8 years old and tried to be a good shot, making every B.B. Count. They ran off and told My Uncle Carl and My Father what I alone was up to and I had Hell to Pay. The Caught Me just as one pane broke and snatched the gun from my grip and whacked me in the butt with it. This stirred their more primitive desire to kill and started to pummel, kick, And punch me for a full 5 min. My Mother and Aunt saved me from further transgression, but I was Black and Blue for a week. I tried to snitch everyone out, but nobody listened, because I was a known troublemaker. I attended a Catholic School St. Josephs on 64th in West Allis and became an Alter Boy. I was 9 years old and Sister Mary Joseph was a tough old penguin, who served corporal punishment upon anyone that got out of line, or didn't do their homework.I always seemed to make the mark for the ability, to accept pain and punishment. She literally threw me across the room, banged my head into the blackboard, hit me with a wooden ruler on numerous occasions. I could take a licking and keep on ticking her off on a daily basis. When I was 11, I fought back by wrestling her to the floor and exposing her big baggy underwear. When I stood up I had an erection, which exposed me as that kid that tried to rape A Nun. I ran out of the room and school the 2 miles to my home while being chased by the street crossing Guard, whom I threatened with a knife, on My front porch because He was going to take me back to face the music. My Father Beat The Crap Out Of Me, and Our Whole Family was Banned from that Parrish because of this incident. Now, even My siblings conspired to send me away. Jimmy was 4 years older and worked as a Car Detail-er for The Mercedes Benz Dealer. I rode over to visit him every so often and He told Me He Had a Surprise for Christmas. Over the coarse of a weeks time I learned how to start a car and potentially drive a car with 2 small stilts he made for me and this occasion. He gave me a New Mercedes-Benz, with a radio, heater, electric windows, and all kinds of special features. I was to arrange for a parking space somewhere and come back another time to retrieve My Car. Jimmy gave Me a set of the keys, I was so Happy and Proud to Own such a Gift. My Friend had a 3 car garage and I could rent a stall for $6 a month. I Planned to move at night because I was only 11 and never drove before, but I thought I could manage. After 9 P.M. On a Sunday Night I used stealth, and wore dark clothes with a watch cap to provide a minimum profile at night. The car was open, and I attached my leg extenders, (stilts) inserted the key, placed the car in neutral and Varooooom, it started. I turned on the radio to a country and western station, thought it was to melancholy, and change it to a Be-Bop, Blues, and Jazz one that was playing some “Black Music”. I just barely reached the pedals, but I tried to drive off the lot. Now, My timing with gas and brake was a bit off and I jerked forward and backward into other cars for a good half hour. The Police were called and I was arrested for Grand Theft Auto, transported to Juvenile Detention Center and held for Trial because I caused over $20,000 in damages. I had never thought this was all staged for me, But It Was With My Fathers Approval, because if I was gone, He had less Guilt, 1 less mouth to feed, and I would be punished for the 7 previous years of being the troublemaker. The Kiddie Prison is just like the Adult One, only downsized for smaller bodies and diets. 60 kids in jail between 11 and 18 for crimes including Rape and Murder. Only 2 White Boys, and all the Guards were Black. The First Night was spent learning Cock sucking 101 because the 17 year old Hispanic gang Member was a bi-sexual Purto Rican that threatened My Life, as He Kissed My Penis into an Erection. He tried to Fuck Me Like A Little Girl, as He Professed Undying Love for Eternity, but squirted before he entered my tender young ass. I think it took a few weeks and a stick of butter to loosen me up and allowed Him To Enter That Virgin Territory. After a Month, I Was Enjoying These Nightly Trysts Where I Was The “BITCH”. David Cartagena, was released from jail and deported back to his homeland in San Juan, P.R. My Trial lasted only a few minutes, because My Father and Mother said I was uncontrollable, and should become a Ward of The State of Wisconsin. They keep a record of your behavior and it stated I was sexually abused, but never reported it. The Dr. Report stated that My Anus showed signs of Anal Penetration, and when the Dr. was examining I got an erection. This was an early sign of Homosexual or Deviant Behavior. Fucked Into Fagging at 11. I was sentenced to “Wales School For Boys”in Wales , Wisconsin in 1959. The betrayal from My Family wasn't apparent for a decade. I spent the next 6 years in and out of group homes, foster homes, jail, jail, and more jail for running away, drinking, having sex with other inmates. They don't keep score when a Guard, or Counselor, Superintendent, Governor, or Policeman stick a hard cock in your mouth, or bend you over and use you like a little girl. Protect The Innocent and Pervert The Guilty was the Rule Of Law in Reform School. The kids are all bunched together and The Law was That The Weak Will Perish, and The Strong Will Refine Their Evil Trip, Until They Get Released and can take it out on Society. The 17 year old Losers, always Raped The Young (Tender Ass) Boys, as though it was a Normal Behavior. You Either Are a Man or a Bitch, Choose Your Position, and Enjoy The Ride. I Have Been Both, Many Times In This Life. Prisoners That Don't Protest are Rejected as Damaged Goods. The Victims Have To Put Up A Dramatic Protest or The Rapist Won't Be Able To Maintain An Erection. If I Were To Grab My Ankles and Walk Backwards Into The Shower When It Was Being Used By A Dozen Men, They Would Run Back To Their Cells and Report Me To The Guards. The Guards Would Rush Me And Beat Me With Rubber Batons, and If I Acted Like I Was Enjoying It, They Would Send Me To The Loony Ward For A Tune-up. Fighting, and Fucking are similar activities in Jail and Jealousy will get you killed, or at least shank'd in Prison. They usually stab opponents in the buttocks, so as to scar the ass permanently and leave a sign of their presence, for all further viewers. I saw Old Timers that were Declarations Of Stab Victimization. Some had 20 or 30 wounds. Usually Child Molesters and Baby Killers, or Cannibals and Freaky Crazy Zombie MF'ers. They also set them guys on fire. They would take a light bulb and where the glass meets the metal, gently twist it loose to remove the glass globe. Once removed, without damaging the filament, they would use a solvent, or gasoline, turpentine, lighter fluid, to fill the globe. Then reset the glass unto the metal and glue back into place. Take the overhead socket in the victims cell and make sure the switch is off, as you replace the regular bulb with your “bomb”. When The Victim returns and hits the light switch.................KABOOMMMMMM!!!!! No Fire Extinguishers Available on the tiers. The Guards Have Them In The Control Booth, and It takes a few minutes to put out the fire. That Is Why They Put People Together, For Entertainment...........Every Cop Is A Criminal. Every Criminal Is A Rat. Why Can't We All Get Along? I Wouldn't Survive Nowadays. I Would Be Segregated and Die Of Loneliness. NOT! I Rather Be Alone These Days. 3 Squares A Day and A Roof Over Your Head Isn't Bad For Disabled People. Everyone In Prison Has To Work and Attend Classes, Or Suffer In Solitary. I was sent to Solitary Confinement Numerous Times Before I Was 12. I Think a dozen times for fighting, and swearing at the Guards, Cooks, Counselors, Teachers, and Anyone That Pissed Me Off, Or Looked At Me The Wrong Way. I was Jumped In A Spanish Gang, “The Kings”and Tattoo'd with LOVE and HATE on My Knuckles, and Pachoco crosses on one hand and forearm. If I Killed Someone, They would give me a teardrop under my eye as a souvenir of losing my Virginity. Killing was a natural progression that kids alluded toward, after they were designated, “Criminal”. This Was My Familia. We would learn How To Hone Our Craft, Graduate and Krewe with Our Sibling Gangsters. We Were Kiddie Prison Honor Students That Could Make Shit Disappear Without A Trace. Work consisted of any Crime That Showed A Profit Without Getting Caught. Bad Checks, was called Paper Hanging. Extortion was called “Leaning on Someone”. Recent Thefts described as Newly Found Objects, and Stolen Cars were borrowed from a friend, at a party. The Ways to Lie, Cheat, and Steal for Fun and Profit in 12 easy lessons. Snitching became a way out of punishment and if this was your career, you need to read. Machiavelli, Lao Tzu, Dostoyevsky, and all the Greats of literature helped formed The Criminal Mind. You have been designated, so try your hardest to be the Best. After Your 17th Birthday, You are allowed, “Redemption”. Join The Military and Get Killed! If You Survive That, Next is The Life Long Drug War! Everyone a Combatant, and Everyone A Victim. Suicide By The Dose. If You Do Anything Creative, It Will Never Be Recognized As Acceptable Because Of Your Record, as A Juvenile. You Will Never Be allowed into Normal Social-Go Communities, or invited into Normal Gatherings or Activities. You become A Pariah To All Blood Related Family Members, as though you have a contagious disease. The Only One's who Seem To Associate With You, are Other designated LOSERS. Its Like stepping into a pile of SHIT when you were young, and never able to get it off of your shoe, no matter how hard you try. A Lifetime of dragging crap around, smelling badly, and being offered positions in criminal conspiracies, dirty deeds, done cheap. Well, at least you know where your going in the next life. Yea, if you take a position NOW in your future growth and development. FORGET ABOUT IT! FORGET YOUR YOUTH AND ALL YOUR RELATIONSHIPS. FORGET YOUR PAST! REINVENT AND POLISH TO A HIGH SHINE, YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL. BECOME CREATIVE AND LEARN TO LOVE, “LIFE”. DON'T LOSE AGAIN!

My Garden Of Eden

Aloha and Ma-halo, I See Recent Blooms, and Realize, That I Live In A Visual Panorama of Beautiful Color, and Heavenly Scent. The Sound Of The Ocean, and The Whisper Of The Sea, Is What Truly Represents My Home, To Me. No Snakes, Except The Human Kind. Rats and Mice That Rob At Night, And Mongoose That Kill Your Chicken and Ducks, In The Daytime, Bad Luck. People Mirror Those Animals Behavior, Until They Realize, Peace and Pleasure Live In The Same Space. War and Pain Live On The Same Uninvolved Plane Going No Where. Stop The War Inside Of You. Stop Crime and Your Other Bad Behavior. Re-Educate Daily, And Learn To Love. Our Children Are All The Children. Our Elderly Are All The Elderly. Our Wounded, Sick, and Disabled Are Equal To All Benefits and Appeal Processes. We Assemble A New Form Of Government That Becomes An Assembly Of Representatives For 4 Years Only, With Gov't Service Enabled For 12 Years Only. Military and Security Services Included. Influence Pedaling, Solicitation, Promotion, and Lobbyist Behavior Forbidden. Think Global, Act Local. All Environmental Problems Are Caused By Our Indifference and Inability To Clean It Up, Faster Then We Destroy It. Cancer Cures Are Age Old Remedies Like “NONI” and Hemp Oil. The Drugs That Keep People Alive Are Very Expensive Chemicals With Patents. The Recipe Is Unavailable For Individual Interpretation. Overpopulation and Continuance Of A Money System That Only Works For The Task Masters and Wage Slave Bosses of The Service Industry. Replenishment Of Natural Resources That Have Fruit and Oxygen Benefits Everyone. Start A Garden Of Your Own. When You Harvest, Share The Wealth, and Share The Joy. It Is Beautiful Today In This Garden Of Eden, This Holy Land, This Promised Land That I Know. ALOHA

AN INTRODUCTION INTO HARMONIC DISCHORD

I Have Never “Got It, with the norm, acceptable, social-go, community on a 1 to 1 level of inter-active behavior's. I rather use a device. My last outing involved a scenic drive, and the (motor-mouth) I wanted to influence destroyed the vibe with tales of woe, and misery. All around you, everyday are the constant nay-Sayers, negative vibe individuals, that won't allow the influence, of any other perspective, lifestyle, ambition, or compassion for the human condition. I know I am responsible for influencing Him a little from His Paranoid, Armageddon, Vietnam Veteran Physcotic Act of Micro-Chips in His Body That He Wants Removed Self. He Started Creating “ART”a few erratic moments on canvas, and a small carving that is childlike and left him scarred by self mutilation with the very sharp carving knives that he, “drip dried” until those cuts stopped bleeding. He is an ancient Warrior at 65, but relives the insanity of War Everyday. The Gov. gives Him $3,000 a month for 100% disability and without counsel He is fed upon by predators, that he finds amusing. I can't allow him into My space, because the aftermath resolution is a reversal of My Outlook. I spent 2 hours with him on the 4th of July as a Humble Act Of Kindness For A Soldier. I have Spent 72 hrs. Depressed, Because Of The Experience. I Think We Should Have Equal Rights, and I Believe Padded Cells Are A Good Thing For Some Of Our More Aggressive Inmates, In This Prison Population Of The Big Island Hawaii. Now, That I've Been Influenced and Brainwashed By A Nutcase, I Will Paint “Abstracts”to Vent and Express and Transform Those Emotions Upon Canvas. I Need A Large Canvas.......From Scratch I Will Build This Project That Will Transform Emotions Into Colors, That Collide and Explode, As Many Universes & Cultures Do Right Here In The Middle Of The Pacific Ocean, On The Big Island Hawaii. Beauty Created From The Fiery Logic Of A War Veteran Whom Spent 5 Tours Of Duty, That Destroyed All Sensitivity Toward Others Non- Involvement Status, With A Constant Battering Of Hellish Information Of “WAR”Reality As Displayed By Him. The Unknown Soldier. NAMASTAY

These are the Golden Years. Scary Crap Is Discussed As A Matter Of Fact In A Primary Introduction When Meeting Any Old People. You Can Expect At Least Sixty References To Dead people and The Way They Died. “Get Your Ducks In A Row”! Seems to be the Heralds Cry. Next is Religious and Political Hell Discussions, and the availability of free food locations, coupons, and The Name of The Best Cardiologist. Wearing All Their Gold and Diamonds, Claiming Poverty. Now I Know Why, I Stay Home and in My Studio, Creating Images. I Need an Illusion of Self. I am Fulfilled and Satisfied when I acquire a canvas, pigments, Licquin, unusual tools for application, and subject material too deep to understand, by Me. I Paint By Intention. I interject information that communicates with The Core, to Spark Consciousness, for the slightest of moments. The Rule of Cause and Effect remains True, and A Ripple In The Universe Can Become A Wave. I am a ripple receding into a drop of pure water. So, What Changes Mankind and His Constant Fear, That He Has The Need To Create Weapons Of Mass Destruction? Education and Realization That You Can Have A Constant State Of Pleasure, living in Peace, Harmony, While Mana falls From Heaven Would Be Ideal, Right? Well, if You Live In America, Become Disabled, Receive Food Stamps, Financial and Medical From The V.A., and then a Rent Subsidy from H.U.D. You Exist in Paradise while enjoying modern convenience on an active volcano in the middle of the Pacific with Internet Connectivity. I Live feet away from the ocean at a Resort Hotel and have a storage facility a mile away. I drive a small car that gets 40 miles per gallon and have only 1 vice = crazy women. I always have been a magnet for them until I recently advertized my “Gay Pride” alliance. I did so because I care for people. My Family Doesn't Believe In Human Rights. I hope that the 240 immediate members of my family will reconcile their differences and learn to encourage communication, and higher ideals that include, “Compassion” in their lives. I can only recommend, because I have been ostracized by The Entire Family. I Think My Painting Will Show The Absolute Pain and Pleasure of This Wonderful Life. I Thought Some Of Those Children That Came From My Loins Would Eventually Hate Me Less, But I Was Mistaken. Last Time I Spent With Any Of Them In Conversation Led Me To Believe It Was The Last. It Makes Me Laugh That I am So Lucky To Have Missed All Those Insignificant Moments as Well as The Important One's, Like Shitty Diapers, Bad Grades at School, Their Rape, Theft, Violent Experiences with each other, and the endless brain washing from those practicing Witches I Got pregnant. Practicing Witches with Covens, and 1 with “The White Star Church” in Wisconsin, Where She Talks To Dead People To Get Money From Their Loved Ones and sells potions and salves that will heal warts and soothe STD's until you can find a legitimate Doctor. Rev. Mary Larsen Taylor, Mary Nugent, Janet Lamb Secchi, all shared My seed and poisoned my children s minds to believe I am the Baddest of The Bad, and The “Wurst” Doomed To The Farthest Reaches Of Hell. My Grand kids hold me in awe, Like Satan, or The Boogie Man. They are instructed to never look at My picture or they might get “The Bug”. A Lifetime of Travel, Music, and Dance without a dime or a need in the world. Food .Stamp and Welfare Gypsy's. It Is Their Journeys That made The Latest Fads, Dress, and Design Industries Flourish, because they represent The Pulse, and spread the word of The Latest and Greatest In A Cultural Exchange Of Food, Beverage, Music, and Dance for Centuries. Now-days Gatherings Are Regulated and Controlled With Permits By County and State Levels That Make It Illegal To Congregate Without. I Have been Invited to Display 50 Large Format Images Flat On The Newly Formed Surface Created By The Live Volcano On Which I Live. My Guests will Be Allowed To Walk, Dance, Roll, and make Love Upon while I Play an Acoustic Guitar and Sing Songs Of My Youthful Meanderings. Ecological Rock and Roll, Apologies To Future Generations, Dance With Me.................Take A Day Off And Start A New Beginning. Live Local and Think Global. Stop Government From Invasion Of Privacy, and Regulating Control Of The Internet. Our Beaches Close At Sunset and Parks Close 7p.m. With Alcohol Consumption at the Beach A Crime. Any Street Vendor That Is Fighting For Survival Should Be Allowed To Make Up To A Certain Amount. You Could Go To Jail Hustling Diaper Money With Shells strung on some fish line to a Tourist. Wus Up Wid Dat? Surfs Up. Gotta Go Jelly Bean, The Beauty Of Hawaii calls To Me.

THOMAS JOHN TAYLOR

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The Diddleling of 21st Century Art

Aloha From Hilo, Hawaii on this Beautiful Day. I cannot afford to paint with the cost increase of materials and supply when the medium is oil/canvas and the size Large Format. I am entering the arena of images tweeked with software programs like Photoshop and Corel leading us into robotic execution and wunderkind evolution of ideas of perfection to pass amongst the public eye for kudo's that make a career in Photo Journalism or Fine Art. 1 Mardi Gras Image can make a quick $100,000 in a month. Poster Art at Events Sells. Now, at 64 I am Gaining Momentum in the Reknown and Accomplished Sectors of International Acclaim for Artists and Oil/Painters. Something needs to happen soon or I'll be too old for anything other than viewing from the sidelines after a Lifetime of Creation. My Spirit is beat Down to a Point of the Ridiculas. I had Wives and Children besides 2 brothers, and 3 sisters, still hating me for a for being Me. They stole my Happiness, when I was exposed to their intended cruelty, on a daily basis, so I left and never returned, except for My Mother's Funeral 10 years ago.They were Social until they stole My share of Land and sale proceeds of all My Parents Estate. I forgave them and then requested a safe return of 65 Images, Oil/Canvas that was stored. Joan Icker of 1 Fox Run, Stearling Mass. never answered My inquiry. How's That For Sibling behavior? I was enroute toward L.A. via Honolulu with 60 Images that disappeared under scrutiny by The Homeland Security System. I lost my Chance for a Gallery, A 1 Man Show of My "Kabouki Theater" Images that cost me tens of thousands to create and I never was compensated by the Airlines or Insurance with a final verdict: "Art Has No Value". The way to successful marketing and financial solvency is collaboration with a commercial enterprize. Now, I have a web address and soon a gallery/store with 2,000 images for sale on visors, hats, t-shirts, bags, mugs, and anything anyone wants to personalize with 1 of my Images. I am going to get access to all digital Equipment for the remainder of my existance and produce Images that even I do not have a clue, as to their intention or meaning. Colorful, yet unsolvable; like a Chinese Puzzle that hasn't been figured out for 5,000 years.