The Artist's Alexandria

My girlfriend Ashley and I were talking, and we began discussing an institution where artists can gather and better their craft with other artists and have a lot of different benefits for aspiring artists. Painters sculptors photographers all of us. I had in the past told her my idea for the skinny hippie gallery but this put an even nicer prespective into place. Were working diligently daily on the structure of the institution it will be nothing short of legend .
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UNDEATHABLE

UNDEATHABLE

You... you have stripped from me my dignity... you have misused and abused me, taken me for a fool, you have silenced me, and stripped me of my voice, my human rights as a being with your laws and legal system, with your bailouts, health care,& your patriot acts you have crippled me, you have poisoned me and tainted me with your welfare pretend money- you have destroyed my spirit with your religion and sadism, you...

You taught me that assimilation was the only way to freedom, that if i stood out i was a threat, and unacceptable, that being different will hinder me and i will not be tolerated if even attempted to be eclectic in any way... YOU..

You gave me HOPE, and BELIEFS that you yourself did not have.. YOU!! you programmed me and uploaded your propaganda into me as if i were a machine, and as i marched to the melody you played as you pulled my strings with the rest of the mechanical mannequins, i had a THOUGHT. no not one of the THOUGHTS you had planted one of my own... i thought of how those before me fought, for what was in their hearts... I THOUGHT of how they never quit until their death.. I THOUGHT that even though you've stripped me of my ALL, i still had my HEART and SOUL..and with my indignifyied truths, my undying drive, and my Defiant spirit-I who gave birth to your machine, unconsciously mothering a monster and holding it up as a prized possession ... I ReVolt against YOU and i destroy those lies you fed me labeled as truths..YES WE CAN be FREE, for MY BUSINESS IS OF MANKIND, not oppression , lies deception manipulation and SLAVERY, I am prepared for death for I am more than merely flesh blood and bone, I represent an IDEA, and IDEAS are UNDEATHABLE!!
"I am a TERRORIST..."

F.SHALOM 2010 for God's Label

Open Mouths & Closed Minds

We Speak what the "Angels Think" ~F.Shalom

Lets Talk About it...

Great year last year right, yea it was awesome for me.. key word for ya man Flaco Shalom last year? "G R O W T H" lets keep it 100 fareely man, without growth there is no progress, i kick that to yalls often, naw im not always right and what i kick can change at a blink of an eye- only thing Flac' know is that he knows nothin' dig me? Back to the Script though, 2010 all about Progress got me? it's time to move forward- my plans are to have a milly at the end of the year high goal? yea it is, but hey no limits on GOD right.. I have three ventures im running with this year, plus some relative nice ideas i just wanna jump on, Me being an Artist is my ultimate goal, and that cash isnt even about me, it's the fam, seems they always fighting about it so hey, lol (FYI they just gonna find something new to fight about but it'll be one less thing ya know...) I know cats is like Flac' is too sporadic and Iffy with his, he a be down then change his mind, sorry i do what i want- that will never change- im a Living Being, not a puppet ;-) and with that said- make no limits, and no plans, strive for no goals, just Be happy and Live... thats what it's all about, and Hug somebody.."HUMANS, WE WIN"
-The Black Kennedy

We are The Christ

Mama, mama, mama these demons got me- Jesus trynna drop me and The Devil trynna hot me- God told me God aint real and the chariops trynna lock me- i am the devil and i am the christ, i am the fire and i am the ice- i am the halo and i am the horns, i am the sheild and i am the sword- nothing here i feel- nothing here is real, nothing runs smooth everything has friction-and u have no freewill 5 is really 4 and four is really one, march to the sound of my own beating drum, warrior- mahatma shalom the great spirit of Peace, sun sets west and rises in the east we catch it somewhere in between the middle, observing the assimilated assemble, society of mechanical mannequins, pulled with the stings weaved by the vatican...whats really happenin. See Jesus jacked me for my fitted and Satan stole my sneakers, the demons took my jeans and the angels got my tee shirt-and all my money goes straight to the preacher, you make it rain, you make it pour- you make a house, you make a porsche- u make a escalade, with 13intvs in the headrests and floors- and a christian missionary just missed her world tour and im glad-you made all that and you aint made a meal for the poor, but you made a mill for the pour now its swallowing the floor, so tell me what you stand upon- heaven or hell, prison or jail, earth or mars, attention tiny vessels- Death is fiction, life is friction, thats just the beginin...We are The Christ, question all dont listen.

The Society of Mechanical Mannequins

There has become much heaviness laid upon my heart, rather my soul/spirits feel burdened by unjust actions and much practiced fictions in out reality. The mechanical mannequins of out poorly oiled "society" are not freewilled, and it is incredibly perplexing yet fascinating how the the robots were robbed of their organic beingness (humanity) there are only few freethinkers amongst you. Most of society act as the gears, cogs and pulleys to keep this giant functioning. Ask questions you Mechanical Mannequins, question your knowledge...Why is it that every, messiah and savior was born of a virgin? Birthed on dec. 25th? Died and was resurrected... Why? Every journey starts with a question, most men haven't even left their home.

The Experiment

This here said Aries really is a Gemini, you thought was just you and I, but really it was ten of I. And subconsciously i split it so you only got five of I, and i flowed em so well that you saw 2 of I. Memorize- i said i only saw things in black and white- no gray in I- that my love was a riddled lie. A centered guy, but the prince demon of my soul has a slicker mind- and censored I, subtracted everything you hated and invented I who really was invented twice it was a lot of ME's you was misled by, Manipulation at its finest, you can call Everett your highness, you couldn't see it through your blindness cuz Love had possession of your eyelids, and while ya eyes was wide closed a paper heart i composed- painted red filled with holes for your young hands to have to hold, you see i opened up your nose and gave you hell to inhale, you enjoyed the taste of evil so much you were enticed by the smell...

Science teaches you that you are an animal a mammal, but i am a machine everything ive seen has been from my panel- and there is a 30 minute lag, so i am in the future in my lab- i am an evil scientist, corrupted by your mindlessness, it was an experiment you were the subject and the teacher, i diagnosed your every flaw studied your tears in a beaker, and in my studies and my research, we never were compatible, but i did learn how to manipulate and how to handle you, how to lose your attention and regain your interest, its simpler than turning on a stove in the kitchen "Kid", i knew if i only got a moment i could wrap chains round your heart and possess you, i am a evil genius- doesn't this impress you...

I never loved you never and it took this long to admit it, i stand firm on these words not one thought omitted- i had you by the arteries- Facebook as my witness, no one man could compare to my sickness, 2 years my senior they said i couldn't do it, i didn't think so neither- to myself i had to prove it- Vol. 1 was impressive next time ill pass on Vol. 2 its not hard to pretend to a being that you care- after a little practice those feelings will eventually be there, a message to the newbies just warning from the start "Love Everett with your mind girl, not ya heart"