Sunday, 30 December 2012

Boxing Day

It's snowing outside.

Toes pressed close to the white brick walls..

Fingers curled around grey criss-cross thatched metal bars..

My thoughts turn to what it must be like outside..

Huddled in the corner of a long cell-lined corridor
does not guarantee you silence from your co-inhabitants..




Mastering of ceremonies..

filth ladened comments on passers by..

It never stops.

Tiny grains of white hale bounce off the old brown glass
and little corners of ice are growing on the other side of
the glass.

Nose pressed upon the dirt..

A small high-pitched whistling from outside..

Down below pea coats and North Faces are speed-walking
across the black shiny pavement, scuttling towards subway
stations, enclosed spaces, no attention is payed to the falling
white pieces of dust above and the white sky behind it..

But i guess it's to be expected.

It's busy out there..

In my immediate vicinity there are two factions of Spaniard caught in
a war of the words concerning one parties statement that an individual
to my right was consummated during his mother was on baking soda infused

Making him a 'Crack Baby'.

A subtraction of the comment was made
but there was too little effort to stir up any believable conviction..

They're probably gonna pop.

I'm tired..

An I'm looking forward to being locked in my little toilet..

Friday, 28 December 2012


"Celebrating the turn of the year is an ancient custom. The Romans celebrated the Saturnalia, the festival of Saturn, God of harvest, between December 17 and 23. It was the most cheerful festival of the year. All work and commerce stopped, and the streets were filled with crowds and a carnival atmosphere. Slaves were temporarily freed, and the houses were decorated with laurel branches. People visited one another, bringing gifts of wax candles and little clay figurines.
 Long before the birth of Christ, the Jews celebrated an eight-day Festival of Lights [at the same season], and it is believed that the Germanic peoples held a great festival not only at midsummer but also at the winter solstice, when they celebrated the rebirth of the sun and honored the great fertility gods Wotan and Freyja, Donar (Thor) and Freyr. Even after the Emperor Constantine (A.D. 306-337) declared Christianity to be Rome's official imperial religion, the evocation of light and fertility as an important component of pre-Christian midwinter celebrations could not be entirely suppressed.
 In the year 274 the Roman Emperor Aurelian (A.D 214-275) had established an official cult of the sun-god Mithras, declaring his birthday, December 25, a national holiday. The cult of Mithras, the Aryan god of light, had spread from Persia through Asia Minor to Greece, Rome, and as far as the Germanic lands and Britain.
 Numerous ruins of his shrines still testify to the high regard in which this God was held, especially by the Roman legions, as a bringer of fertility, peace and victory.
 So it was a clever move when, in the year A.D 354, the Christian church under Pope Liberius (352-366) co-opted the birthday of Mithras and declared December 25 to be the birthday of Jesus Christ"

- NEUE ZURCHER ZEITUNG, Anne-Susanne Rischke, December 25, 1983

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

The world didn't end.

My body feels very sore
and is trying to tell me that it wants
me to replace burnt calories.

This is the hardest part of my day..

I've finished working out,
which consisted of about an hour and a half
on this step machine wearing two t-shirts,
thermal underwear and some sweatpants so
i sweat my balls off..

Sprayed the machine down with cleaning fluid
and cleaned it then washed all my clothes
in the shower..

Made a cup of coffee..

An am now locked in my cell for the
rest of the evening.

I'm sitting here cross legged on my prayer rug
trying my best to resist my bodies cravings for sugar.

The last thing i ate..

Made me violently spray white-hot
liquid metal out my pink asshole..

In front of me sits a bowl of milk-less cinnamon
toast crunch mixed with a pack of this chocolate
rice cereal.

"It must be considered that there is nothing more difficult to carry out,
nor more doubtful of success, nor more dangerous to handle,
than to initiate a new order of things" - Niccolo Machiavelli

Saturday, 22 December 2012


The last couple weeks have been good.

Despite the somewhat disappointing news that
my sentencing has been pushed back to late January
i really haven't had any reason to complain.

I have been fitting more activities into
each day, some creative projects I've been
working on have started to come together,
people have been sending me letters and
Christmas cards through the mail..


-SL <send me a return address mate>












Thank you to the people who are checking for me
at the moment.

I always love to hear from you and you should
be receiving something in the mail soon..

Life isn't too bad at all.

I'm in relatively good shape, staying productive
and trying to still use my creative talents here and there,
my parents and loved ones are healthy and not unnecessarily
worrying about me..

Time is passing well.

I still get bi-weekly periods where my energy levels
get low and whatever i have been using to keep me inspired
starts to seem a little distant and out of reach..

But it's expected.

After all..

Life would get pretty boring if everything went to plan no?

If every single day was spent in complete comfort
with nothing to work towards, no goals, however decadent
your lifestyle might be it would inevitably get mundane and
boring or at the least you would grow unappreciative of
what you have at hand each day..

A little test to see how you deal with a difficult circumstance
can only lead to a better knowledge of your own capabilities.

I've found it very productive to, instead of seeking relief,
trying to focus on what i can do today to make sure whatever
is bothering me is not about tomorrow and if i can't do anything,
then i need to keep my mind occupied until the feeling passes.

A little period of difficulty is good.

At times when i am feeling low or un-motivated i can stop for
a moment, take some time to reflect on my life and the things
i take for granted, think about the people around me in worse
off situations than me, what they would give to swap their
problems for mine..

(imagine never going home from jail)

Life is very good right now.

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Come Bug An Spray..

"Yo can i play?"


"Son..this here my nephew Timdog.."

"You ain't.."

"In fact i think you're a bozo..NOW GO FIND Y'SELF SOMETHIN'

"I do not pretend to be a divine man, but i do
believe in divine guidance, divine power and divine prophecy.
I am not educated, nor am i an expert in any particular field - but i am sincere
and my sincerity is my credentials." - Malcolm X

Monday, 17 December 2012

in Carshalton AND Benhilton..

Even though I've been using gloves and grips
my hands and fingers are covered in blisters
from the pull-up bar.

Every Friday i've been doing fifty sets with this Jamaican dude
but i missed it last time to go on the roof, so instead i knocked
them out yesterday and today is supposed to be my day off.

But as always i get bored and if i walk past
some people that are working out they usually
ask me why i'm not working out and then i do
in fact end up working out.

So yeah..

That's what happened today.

No need to get moody about it though,
at least out of all the bullshit i COULD be doing in here
it's something that can only result in something good right?

I didn't go mental either we only did about twenty sets
and some pushups..

A few dips..


It's just about coming upto the third
winter i've been in this facility. I don't look
at this part of year as being any different from
the rest. I know there's a few dates on the calendar
but let's be real they ain't anything that i actually can
fully participate in so why pay them any mind and
now i'm used to just getting on with it anyway..

Gotta be said though my first winter
in jail fucking SUCKED!!

I didn't know WHAT the fuck was going on,
had no idea of the actuality of my situation and
was still holding onto whispy hopes that i might
get bailed out of here and have a fighting chance
with all this..

Back then the idea of spending Christmas or
New Years or any kind of 'festive' holiday in prison
was pretty grim. With time you get used to it and
adapt so now i don't even acknowldge dates like
that on the calendar. If i'm going to get pissed about
being in here i might aswell be pissed PERIOD instead
of just on Christmas and New Years but no that is
not a good look..

Not for me..

I guess ONE thing to look forward to is the fuck-off hench
bag we get a week or two before Santa Comes up in this
motherfucker, it's got all kinds of munch and tea and bullshit
in there but most importantly these little pouches of peach
body scrub that i bust out whenever i need to clean my sneakers..

Or feel like scrubbin' up for a visit..

I'd like some clarification of whether
peanut butter sandwhiches is bad for you?

Like as in if you eat them really late?

It's widely known that the majority of advice
that's dribbled out in here concerning diets and
exercise regimes is pure shit and i've asked this
question many times with many various responses..

Considering i eat them all the time
i'd like to know if it's bad or not.

For example..

I have a couple of sandwhiches in front of me in a small
bowl with a crack on the bottom.

I didn't make the crack someone else did,
then claimed they didn't do it, going as far as shouting,


Asif that is some kind of lie detector test or proof
that he isn't talking pure shit..

But yeah there's two of them sitting there, slightly microwaved,
next to a cup of coffee i have balanced on top of a Best of Style File,
there's no jam or 'jelly' in them just straight up raw dog peanut butter
on brown bread.

Ever since i was little i used to eat my sandwhiches like this,
my mother would make them the exact same way ever day for
school in my pack lunch and i never got bored of them.

When i'm tired or feeling a little shitty it always
puts me in a better mood..

Even in jail..

Friday, 14 December 2012

You didn't open a new apple sauce stop lying

I don't know whether it's the cup of coffee
or the crappy pair of sewn together sweat shorts
that i'm wearing..

But it's fucking baking in here tonight.

The window is completely steamed up,
i can't see anything outside and there isn't much
to do but lay down on my back and rest my feet
on the wall..

There is some reggae on the radio.

So things could always be worse..

I may have mentioned this before,
but when i get exceptionally bored i start
to chop my clothing up an right about now
there is a pair of corny grey long johns sitting
in the corner of my bed.

What you think?

I've seen a couple of heads who's chopped the
legs off and made them into these ultra rude
floppy hats?

Imagine one of them sleeping caps or a Santa Claus
hat but grey and made out of some underwear.

Onetime i saw this big guy with dreadlocks
wearing a leg from some sweatpants on his
head as a hat.

He was Gangster for that one
but i don't think i could pull that one off..

Up until about a week ago i had this nice limited
edition shit-brown short sleeve shit.

admittedly the size was XXXL but i could still
pull it off with some big socks and a big pair
of shorts..


Someone asked if he could buy it.

I said no.

So this moron then proceeded to go around the unit
telling everyone that i looked like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman
whenever i would wear it..

"He look like he wearin' his boyfreinds shit"


But yeah now i'm in need of something new.

I think im'a let the long johns live for now,
it's getting colder and as i don't know what's
going to be happening in the next few months
it might make sense to hold on to them.

Plus i did actually get a brand new
mustard brown t-shirt the other day.

An it's a really good fit too..


Wednesday, 12 December 2012

You see my tiger?

I don't know what to do with myself this evening.

I'm very tired but there's too many people outside the cell an i am
really not in the mood to be fucked with tonight..

As i missed Fifty Friday i made up for it today,
knocking out three hundred sets of pull-ups in about
two hours.

I've also been up since six in the morning listening to reggae..

People keep coming to the cell to talk to me.

I don't want to talk.

These people are coming with good intentions
but it's not going to be a healthy or productive conversation and
I'm really not in the mood to be going down that road right now.

-How unfair all of this is..

-What they're being charged with..

-How unprofessional their attorney is behaving towards them..

-That a private attorney has claimed to get amazing results
as long as they pay a ridiculous amount of money for their service..

-If i know what their judge is like and what kind of sentences
they are known for handing out..

Then after all that i am asked for my opinion.

During doing so i can just see on their face that as I'm not
telling them exactly what they want to hear they're just blanking
me out and not listening..

Just waiting for me to stop speaking so they can try and
convince me I'm wrong and that they're right..

"Yeah but.."

There is no point..

I mean just look at who you're talking to!!

I'm in here for some meatball shit!!

Despite years of fighting..

Working harder at this than anything else
in my entire life combined times ten..

I still have no idea when I'm coming home.


So i can't help you..

There is nothing for us to gain huddling in a small toilet
going back an forth about just how bad our lives
are and the impossible task that we have been
given to get back to our lives.

Trust me..


I've done this..

I've done this for twenty seven months..

I've talked about the same things with hundreds of different people and the result is always the same..

You just feel miserable!!

I wish i could do something but there is no
answer i nor anyone else can give that will fix your
problems and lead you back to your family..

If there was..

We wouldn't all be here..

Monday, 10 December 2012

I broke it with cereal and a banana

My attention is fixed on the blob of poor wiring,
rubbish reception, scatty plastic and broken buttons
that's slowly rising with the inhalation of methane
and falling with the exhalation of carbon monoxide..

It's swaying up an down like a piece of cloth in the wind,
and is just about enough to steal my attention from the
off-white ceiling above my face.

I have not eaten for forty eights hours..

I can hear each one of my eyelids opening,
it sounds like someone slowly pulling the top off of
one of them Muller yoghurts but ends with a PIP noise..


I imagine..

Is a somewhat similar noise to that of a finger
popping out of a an un-lubed woman's asshole..



I can feel my heart beating.

All the veins on my forearms are standing on tip toes,
i can actually see their colors underneath the tattoos
scattered across my hairy Turkish arms..

The pulsing of blood flying around my body
is making me shudder from side to side each
time it beats..

I don't want to move.

I'm very comfortable laying here at the moment..

The noise of pages flicking underneath me is relaxing,
an if you ignore the fact that it's being plundered for female
photographs that will eventually end up being came over,
it's a pretty chilled out up in this motherfucker tonight..

I'm pretending the pages of gossip and D-list celebrities
are waves on a beach..

When I'd go stay with my parents I'd hear
that shit as they live near the sea..

Sometimes when i can't sleep i think about
being in Turkey and listening to the sea..

It helps me forget where i am from time to time..

I can hear a buzzing noise coming from somewhere in the room
and it's increasingly pissing me off.

Twisting my neck in different diagonal directions
trying to figure out what is the source of the buzzing
isn't helping an after fucking up my neck pretty badly,
an arm is stretched out, i hold onto the bars on the window
and enjoy the cold metal on the rough palm of my left hand..

I don't have any gloves to do pull-ups with.

Sometimes people lend me theirs but i borrowed some from somebody
and then some NEXT dude joined in working out with me who DIDN'T get
along with the dude who lent me the gloves..

Now i don't use any.

But yeah..

After a few minutes of pulling on my forearm,
twisting the tattoos and squidging the names and faces
dotted around my arm..

I get bored again.

Staring at my sweatpants,
almost as if I'm blankly eyeballing my own balls,
i noticed that my sweatpants are starting
to bobble..

I don't like this..

I try to maintain some kind of interest in my person appearance in here,
whether that's getting a haircut every week and a half, folding my clothes
and putting them under my mattress to give the impression they are ironed,
or just keeping my beard and sneakers in relatively good condition..

I try..


Next time you're on your own and somewhere that is very quite,
after brushing them try closing your teeth very softly,
notice the noise it makes..

Because that's what i just did.

For about an hour..

Staring at the ceiling..

Thinking about how I'd made it this far..

SURELY i can hold out until tomorrow morning..

After slumping my way to the sink,
i stand way too close to the mirror and
stare at my gaunt reflection..

My beard is long enough to comb now.

I obsessively run a thick brush through it..

Tomorrow I'll make a big bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.

Maybe even some chicken soup for lunch too..

Wednesday, 5 December 2012


A vast collection of balding mounds of blubber,
huddled together in such closeness that moist beads of sweat
inter-locked each un-kept armpit in an intricate woven tapestry
of body hair and caked-on layers of dirt..

Each time the clock slowly completes a rotation,
bingo wings start to flap mid-air and ork-like shrieks
fill the room with a warm glow of ignorance..

A basketball game was on TV.

This should have been an idealistic moment
in my waking life to un-shroud my agoraphobic tube of flesh
from it's prison issue home, unravel it's freshly shaven ball sack
and finish this marvel of Turkish/Polish/English cross pollination
with a slow stream of thick grey dead semen entering the
New York City sewage system.

But things did not quite work out how one had planned..


As a man..

A Turkish one at that..

I have needs..

Despite being shoveled out grisly balls of un-definable flesh
that has been specifically chosen because of it lowers your sex drive,
i still have to dun the dance every once in a while.


I have never and will never enjoy fondling my distraught penis
while possessing the knowledge that another penis-carrying entity
is less than seven foot from me and capable of entering my domain
of masturbation with ease..


Given the rare gift of some isolation/peace and quiet/jerk time..

I will dust off the hammer an spray a couple licks.

Why not!!

If i do not..

It can have some negative side effects..

I have never and will never enjoy waking up in the middle of the night..

After enthusiastically doggy-style stabbing some mind-made
piece of pussy that my brain has kindly treated me to..

Being treated to the forever-shameful feeling of waking up..


In a fucking JAIL cell..

With a liquid mesh of dead sperm and pubic hair
bubbling on my groin..


It gets even better!!

Then i have the pleasure of slurping my
way to the sink, peeling off the spunk-soaked
draws an silently soaping up my spermy dick
an balls in the sink!!



So as the hordes of dribbling,
toothless grunts lined their fecal-stained chairs
up to watch i don't give a fuck play suck your mother,
i gleefully retire to my quaint sleeping chambers,
armed with a pathetically deviant-like collection of
magazine clippings and a faint hope that this crappy
collage of females is going to tingle my penis out of
its slumber and inspire my freshly shaven balls into
mass evacuation of all the clostrophic spunk that
has accumulated in my sack..

I put up the crusty towel over the window..

Brandish a Turkish firearm..

An get ready to cash some long overdue cheques..

Things start off promising!!

A mid-speed rhythmic strangulation technique,
couple with sporadic squeezes of nut sack
produces a mildly interested mono-vained
erection that..

With a little bit of discipline and focus..

An perhaps added wrist-twists..

Should shortly produce a cloudy steam
of salty liquidized Turkish babies into the
closest piece of fabric that i have chosen
to act as the coveted Cum Rag..

But like i said..

Things didn't go to plan..

The strong scent of aged methane and facial puss
overwhelms the room, killing any kind of romantic
feeling that has struck up between my penis and
it's five fingered lover..

All i can hear is the heroin-damaged voices
spouting phlegm infused statements of idiocy,
revolving around Maybachs, Phantoms,
and that..

"N****r's can't say shit to Flo Rida"


"That n****r BALLIN'"


My party has been pooped..


I'm sitting cross legged..

Teary eyed..

Bottom lip trembling..

Sporting a ball bag that could
give the impression that i have
contracted elephantitus..

An an erection that is in full remission..

Monday, 3 December 2012

What's goin' on bigtime

Another brain-draining 24 hours..

 Throughout this sordid day i have felt urges to place hands an feet on motherfuckers..


But no..

As i sit cross legged on my prayer rug,
i am in the position of daily revision and contemplation.

Tim to examine my behavior and how these
countless confrontations have come to light..

-How can i avoid said confrontations?

-What can be gained from today?

-How do i proceed from here?


I need some time on my own.

No distractions..

No interactions..

I need to withdraw from the circles
that i have familiarized myself with and spend
some time working on building up my discipline again..

No finger to point..

No one to blame..

No problemo..

Saturday, 1 December 2012

John Legend is not from London

Sometimes i try to picture what it's going to
be like when i am released.

I think about what i will look like,
where i will be, the clothes i might be wearing..

An how i will be looking at the world..

I've met a lot of people since i went down,
outside of the prison but also inside of this place
and it'd be nice to see them again one day..

As it will be a completely new setting and circumstances,
sometimes when i am alone in my cell i stare at the ceiling
and try to picture how life for me will be..

Walking around,
clothed in some very simple but clean cut garments,
i imagine myself travelling to different places and trying
to meet as many people as i can along the way, whether they
speak the same language as me or not doesn't matter,
an i say this as some of my closest friends in here speak
about five words of English..

I think about travelling a lot.

Whether it's on a train or even on a bike.

I actually HAD a BMX bike back in England,
two of them if i remember correctly, they were pretty bashed up
but the frames were still in relatively good condition but sadly not
good enough to sell as that i mean got someone to..list them
on eBay or some similar bullshit website but got no takers!!

When i was living in Brooklyn shortly before my arrest,
i was in the process of getting a bike..An by that i mean i saw someone
who had a bike and offered to buy it but after he said yes each day i was
so blazed that i pranged myself into thinking knocking on someone's door
to purchase a bicycle was some kind of herculean affair so bunned it off!!


I'd like to get a new bike at some point.

When i leave here i will be doing so without any serious
responsibilities or people to depend on, so i have a pretty
clean slate as far as what i can pursue or do with my time,
having no real responsibilities also gives me the opportunity
to take my life in a direction that before would've seemed
either very far fetched or logistically impossible, so all in all
there are innumerable amounts of things i could and would
like to do when i get out!!

As my sentencing draws closer I've been thinking
about all of this.

I think about my parents..

It goes without saying that this ordeal has not been easy
on my mother and father, an it's been almost four years since I've
seen them or spent any time with them.

Ok when i was first arrested my dad travelled here to see me,
but considering he wasn't allowed in the building and i only got
a glimpse of him from the street below..

I don't QUITE think that counts!!

Last time i saw them i was in Turkey,
considering things didn't quite go to plan after that,
or at least did not go to MY plan, it's important for me
to spend a good amount of time with my parents to let
them know I'm not completely screwed up mentally after
being in here...

By the way if you're reading this..

I'm doing fine..


Doing a little bit of planning for the future,
there's no problem with that, especially if it's actually
planning not just putting together a lovely image of freedom
and having it whirl around in your brain on repeat followed by
some Brady bunch tune and a load of birds landing on your shoulders
on some next Ace Ventura tip..

If i convince myself that when i get out it's going to be heaven
it leads to frustration and actually a lot of anger and animosity
towards my current living space...

An if outside is heaven..

"We have fantasies about career, romance, friendships and intimacy.
We are so full of fantasies about the past and the future. Often we don't want
to let go of these fantasies because we fear that doing so means giving up on life.
But that's not how it works. In truth, unrealistic expectations tarnish our appreciation
of life and weigh down the buoyancy of the present moment" - Lama Surya Das

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Day Seven Hundred and Thirty Three

Day seven hundred and thirty three..

A gauntlet of dark Turkish hair flows
across a vast landscape of cracked flesh,
painted with a thick pattern of elevated
green veins..

The skin that encases this rich European mosaic
of flesh and Ottoman bones is damaged,
clearly struggling to clothe the four shards
of disfigured bone that mark its peak..

Years of chemically altered water and poor
maintenance have taken its toll on skin
that once painted a portrait of laziness and
a lack of work ethic..

Shards of lightning fast brain signals shoot
as a rotation is motioned, unveiling a shiny
plateau of rubber-like flesh that bulges,
vainly trying to alert the owner to damage
and a need to rest..

Four skeletal growths protrude from this
damaged mass of swollen flesh and burn marks,
each one more malnourished than the next,
sporting a vast array of tribal markings and
signs of distress..


Incase you are wondering..

Today i did three hundred and thirty pull-ups.


An it was NOT easy..

One of my brothers
has extremely old looking hands.

It gives the impression that in his
forty-odd years of wondering the globe he has experienced a lot in his lifetime,
so if mine appear a little damaged it's of no great concern to me anymore.

Wherever i go and whatever i do with
the rest of my life it will remind me of my
brother and how much he helped me.

Without him the transition from a portly twenty five year old..

To the man i am today..

May have never happened..

Monday, 26 November 2012

During Ping Pong

An angry toothless man.

He stands alone..

Covered in sweat..

"Im'a BUS' yo ass!!"

He extends a dirty finger in a pointing fashion..

"AN YOU!!"

"Im'a bus' YO asshole WIDE open!!"

"We experience joy in forming the intention to be generous;
we experience joy in the actual act of giving something;
and we experience joy in remembering the fact that we have given" - The Buddha

Saturday, 24 November 2012

You cut the bitch out already?

I'm sipping my morning coffee.

It's a Sunday and I'm flicking through
the Village Voice newspaper..

On the back page..
A big advert for American Apparel.

It has a very promiscuous looking young lady
draped across what looks like a teachers desk.

She is wearing a flannel shirt..

A denim short skirt..

An *those* thigh-high joints..

It made me smile..

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty,
to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child a garden, or a redeemed social condition;
to know even one life has breathed easier because you have live.
This is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, 22 November 2012

I usually figure it out eventually

Use your blessings to remind you
of why you should be patient.


You can apply this to many
different situations and scenarios..

Think of all the things you have going on in your life.

Those moments in your day that are peaceful,
or perhaps those times that give you a little excitement.

From that first coffee and cigarette in the morning
to a ten minute lunch break with that much needed
cup of tea..

Little bits and pieces get us through each day,
as life is so fast we don't really acknowledge them as
anything but a part of a daily routine but take a bit of
time to think about how much enjoyment they bring you.

A couple of minutes in your day,
maybe a phone call you made to someone who sounded
happy to hear from your voice and made you laugh,
smile or simply brought a bit of comfort to your day.

If the time was taken to jot down each little piece,
from the simple fact of opening your eyes each morning,
to that warm feeling of knowing there's someone out there
who might take a moment of their day to think of you,
even just a warm ride on the train home to a cooked meal
or the availability of picking up a phone an ordering a curry..


No matter who you are in this world,
how much bread you've stacked or what you're doing with your life,
there is always someone out there who would trade places with you
in a heartbeat..

Someone who would LITERALLY
chop their arm off for your problems.

(I met someone who offered to do this who had 25 years to do..I declined..)

When we lose patience in any given circumstance,
i think it is down to us feeling that we have been violated,
like some injustice is currently being done towards us as we
should be experiencing or deserve our wish, want or request
to be fulfilled now rather than later on down the line.

This wish could be anything from a decision being made in
our favour, to a change or circumstance, even just a person
reaction towards us in a certain way that we do not
find pleasurable..

Taking a step back i have to ask myself,
who am i to dictate how that person should behave
towards me?

That they should hold the same views and ideas as me,
culminating as making similar decisions to me?

To expect or perhaps even demand that my satisfaction
is met at the cost of another mans obedience to my rules
instead of his or his ideals and thoughts being put on the
back burner seems kind of retard when i think about it..

Why WOULD he react how I'd like him to?

He's not.

So it's best to simply expect that from the get-go,
no matter whether i view it as right or wrong it doesn't
make any sense to let another's reactions to any given
circumstance effect the way i feel or behave..

It's best to just accept it and concentrate on my OWN actions
and responses rather than concern myself with mysteriously vague and
more often than not completely incoherent and unpredictable behavioue
of the next man.


Life is very short.

A lot of the time it can seem very complex..

(at least we MAKE it complex)

No need to at to it.

When i remind myself of all the positive things that i DO have in
my life it helps to ground me and avoid growing frustrated and
impatient with external circumstances, particularly things i have
no control over and really shouldn't desire control over..

Thinking about the good things i am blessed to have and
experience on a daily basis gives me perspective on whatever
situation i am in and how important it really is..

Building gratitude towards the life you have been given
can only be a good thing, if i can manage to feel content with
my existence while i am in here, that should help me in the future
when it's finally time to leave incarceration behind and come home.

"The first thing we can do is avoid self-condemnation or
the condemnation of those we perceive to be most responsible
for guiding us down the wrong path. Most of them did not mislead
us through malice, but because they, themselves, were misled.
 Over many lives we are all responsible for the misunderstandings
and lost spiritual truths of reincarnation, karma, the energy-system,
and a non-judgemental God. We should be seeking solutions,
not scapegoats." - David Icke

Monday, 19 November 2012

Show him your titties

I want to sleep.

I'm being prevented from doing this by a room full of idiots.

Who are NOT funny.

"Yo dog!"


"YO DOG!!"


"How you gonna violate Timdog like that? The n****r's tryin'a sleep"

"Nah..Wakin' up to a room full'a black-ass n****r's,
he just glad n****r's ain't TAKIN' that pink hairy ass!!"


"Right Timdog?!"



"know how to make use of stupidity: The wisest man plays this card at times.
There are occasions when the highest wisdom consists in appearing not to know-
you must not be ignorant but capable of playing it. It is not much good being wise
among fools and sane among lunatics. He who poses as a fool is not a fool.
 The best way to be well received by all is to clothe yourself in the skin
of the dumbest of brutes" - Baltasar Gracian

Saturday, 17 November 2012


I'm sitting by the window..

No store in two weeks..

This means the only thing i have to eat with
my cup of sugarless coffee is a pack of
brown dry Bran Flakes..

It has some big writing of the front of the pack.

"Helps to improve your digestive system"

I think this means I'm going to take
a big shit tomorrow..

Should be fun!!


Staring out into a cold afternoon in New York City..

Far away in one of the opposite buildings..

I see a woman standing in front of her window.

"She doin' anythin' freaky?!"

She is an elderly woman.

"she MIGHT put a dick in her mouth.."

Possibly in her sixties or mid seventies.

"N****r..just cos' she OLD don't mean she COLD Motherfucker!!"

She looks well dressed.

"You think JOAN COLLINS don't know her way 'round a DICK!?"

Possibly someone's grandmother.

"Dog..bitches like that was CLOWNIN' n****rs in the 70's!!"

With a graceful swing of a bingo wing..

Curtains close.

"If we define our self-image in terms of what we used to look like or
in terms of what we used to be able to do and can't do now, it is a pretty
safe bet that we won't grow happier as we grow older. Sometimes, the more
we try to hold on the more grotesque and distorted life becomes." - Howard C. Cutler

Thursday, 15 November 2012


Only one of my headphones is working right now.
an to make matters worse it's actually the radio that
is buggered an that shit costs forty bucks!!


It's not really worth forking out for a new one either,
considering it's quite a lot of money and..I doubt it's even worth me buying a new one..

Quite frankly..

I do not have the funds to spend on
that kind of shit right now!!

I got the wondrous news last week that
my coming sentence has been adjourned.

Absolutely amazing news!!

My new sentencing date is..

**Drum Roll**





i know..

Best not to look directly at it right now,
staring at something unpleasant isn't a good idea
and i think it would be best to replay the positives
to be taken from this predicament, which would be
that i will have a little more time in under my belt
when i finally DO go under the hammer!!

The prospect of spending another Christmas and
New Years incarcerated in a maximum security
jail is not one that any sane individual would enjoy
but it is the only cards I'm holding right now..

By the time i do get to being sentenced,
i should have around twenty eight months in.

Or something equally as ridiculous..

Which is good.


For the time being,
it's all about keepin' on..

What else am i going to do!!

All in all I'm keeping busy at the moment,
sticking to the routines that I've carved out for myself,
I'm still praying every day and fasting once a week,
things are plodding along..

The hot water konked out earlier last week,
which put a bit of a dampener on my daily workout
as the thought of washing clothes under ice cold water
in extremely cold temperatures didn't really do anything
for me, if anything just THINKING about doing something
so stupid made my dick react very violently..

So yeah I've knocked the working out on the head
for the last couple of days, at least until we get some
hot water or my dick decides to cooperate with the program,
right now it's all about attempting to eat hot meals and drinking
hot liquid (shut the fuck up) even if it's just a teabag with a
slice of orange and a couple packets of jailhouse Kool-Aid!!

I've noticed that things have changed recently,
or should i say that i have somewhat changed
in the last six months. Some of the changes I'm
choosing to label as good and some of them are
things that i know i need to work on.

As i said before I'm still paying a good amount of time on
my spiritual practices, morning and evenings prayers,
when things get very difficult i still take time out to meditate
and get my head back on track, but as a whole it's not as extreme
as it was a while ago.

I'm just sticking to what i know works,
instead of constantly seeking something new,
which i think is good.

There was a time when i most of my day and everything
i did was somehow linked to my spiritual practice,
although i did enjoy this and found this very helpful
in my day to day life, connecting most actions like
this gave a lot of purpose to my life and how i was
living, i felt more worth in my existence in here and
this is why i definitely enjoyed this part of my incarceration,

But i don't feel the need to live like that anymore..

Perhaps it was a little extreme?

It was very enjoyable,
from eating to walking to listening to people talk,
the closest thing i can say to explaining how it felt was,
well it was like i felt very present in everything i was doing,
which i guess is the whole point..

In some ways i miss it.

My mornings where spent alone eating my breakfast in
empty corners, concentrating on each breath that was taken,
acknowledging all the little blessings that had come together
in order for me to be eating my little bowl of oatmeal..

It was cool :)

But perhaps a little extreme..

Perhaps my change in routine signifies progression?

Maybe I'm just fighting change right now,
but there is a part of me that thinks that I'm slipping at the moment,
the fact that practices that i found very important to my day to day existence
are receding and I'm finding myself behaving in less than admirable traits,
for example getting into completely pointless arguments with people over
subjects so fucking retard it's not even worth verbalizing..


Maybe it's down to a shift of focus,
back then i was so concentrated on simply the present day and
everything that came with it, where as now there is a date i have,
there is something on the horizon was signifies the end of my ordeal,
whether that's home or not it's still the beginning of the end and perhaps
that is why I'm finding it difficult to concentrate on these daily practices,
a shift of priorities?

Or a lack of patience.

That might be closer to the mark..



This kind of all came to light recently after i kept growing
progressively more agitated with the people around me.

I'm allowing things to grate on me.

This in turn has had me snapping at people for the stupidest of actions,
things i normally would pay absolutely no mind to, I'd shrug it off, ignore it,
but right now I'm replying to it..

Perhaps even CULTIVATING the stupidity!!

Being enclosed with individuals who constantly take and feel that
they should be doing this because they are owed something..

It can get annoying.

If you let it..

A couple of months ago i had no problem ignoring this kind of shit,
brushing it off and just getting on with my day as per usual..

But right now?

I am not.

It doesn't help that we haven't been given ANY sweetener in a month..

Monday, 12 November 2012

He came back way too early

I glance to my right.

There is a man with a towel wrapped around his neck
but he's not going in the shower..

He's holding a cup of coffee, smiling,
showing a mouth full of gold teeth and as he recently
took his braids out is sporting an afro with a comb in it..

"You see me gettin' that money today?"

"MY shit grown DRAMASTICALLY!!"

"Oysters open completely when the moon is full; and when a crab sees one it throws a piece of stone or seaweed
into it and the oyster cannot close again so that it serves the crab for meat. Such is the fate for him who opens his mouth too much and thereby puts himself at the mercy of the listener" - Leonardo Da Vinci

Saturday, 10 November 2012

There been no sugar in 3 weeks

On one table,
four burly men are playing
a game of Risk.

Each man sits..


With his arms folded,
impatiently, talking NEXT reckless shit to the other players,
until it's his turn to scoop up the little red dice..

This is followed by a vulgar display,
obnoxiously shaking the dice for a COMPLETELY
unnecessary amount of time..

Popping even MORE shit..

Then dashing the dice with a pointless twist of the wrist
into the lid of the Risk box, while simultaneously clicking
fingers to symbolise they have rolled the dice with 'skill'..


One of the players is wearing a four XL t-shirt.

He has a very large scar across his temple.

An a very nice custom-made Yankees coffee mug
that just HAD some coffee with five sugars in it..

During the game there was a public relations incident.

Someone got their country invaded,
under less than commendable

He was SUPPOSED to be in what is known as an 'alliance' with another player,
this basically means they have agreed prior to the game that they will not
attack each other and will take out all the other players first..

But as always..

Shit didn't go to plan..

An one of the guys decided to purely violate
the other motherfucker an take him out the game..

"wid da fader"

Whatever the fuck that means..

This act of treason didn't go down well.

But the guy who got violated didn't actually retaliate.

He just bounced..

The other dude sat there with his arms crossed,
smiling ear to ear with his eyes barely open,
an just burst out the woo-woo-woo an kee-kee-kee's
in some NEXT high-pitched gravely voice..

It was pretty funny.

I didn't laugh though..

While laughing he raised both arms in the air
like a toddler waiting to be picked up..

An in the process..

He knocked over his coffee cup..

"There is much to be known, life is short,
and life is not life without knowledge. It is therefore an excellent device
to acquire knowledge from everybody. Thus, by the sweat of another's brow,
you win the reputation of being an oracle" - Baltazar Gracian

Friday, 9 November 2012

THAT n****r BUILT like that son

There is no hot water at the moment.

Most people are using this as an excuse not to wash.

I ain't goin' out like that!!

Soon as the di-zor popped this morning..

After cursing out some fuckin' TRAMP for
stunk out the room..

I firmly grabbed my Turkish balls..



-Sweatpants an draws

Then marched my ass** into the shower..

No point putting a foot or a hand under the water or an OTHER sucker shit..

Jus' G-up an run into the motherfucker!!


It's no problemo..

A minute of frantically spreading ice water everywhere,
quickly step out, get your breath back so you don't have a heart attack..

Then soap up that cock an balls!!

Using that bit of floor waxer/buffer that someone DIDN'T bus' you,
scrub all body parts, not forgetting to take extra care on nipples an dickhead
as you're using something that is primarily designed to scrape shit off
the floor..

Jump back under the water an rinse all that shit off..

Put some shampoo in your hair..

Step back in..

Wash all that shit off..

An you're good to go!!


The harrowing ordeal of an ice cold shower in freezing conditions is dead an gone.

You MIGHT come out the motherfucker looking like someone slapped fire out of you..

But at least you're clean!!


"That n****r got the Mork n Mindy ass!!"

"Silly n****r runnin' round with a CHIA pet in his ass!!"

" n****r Timdog look like Harry an the Hendersons when
that n****r be sittin' on the toilet!! Word!!"

"He got the weekend at Bernies ass!!"

"YO that film had me DYIN' son!! They was walkin' round VIOLATIN' n****rs with that dead motherfucker!!"