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Michael Perry #165073

April 3 2021

Hello out there.

This is Mike, I sit in this lonely cell wondering how I can salvage my life from the wreckage that it’s been for the last 32 years. My one and only rock in life (my mom) just passed away, leaving my world all the more darker. My one and only son has been hearing impaired his whole life and can’t share his life with me. I find myself crying when I see parents on TV, loving their children. I know I missed out on loving, nurturing parents who cherished me above all else as I see parents nowadays doing. I feel like I’m damaged goods at times from a lack of love, loyalty and protection. I yearn for quality people in my life who want the best for me and can help this phoenix rise from the ashes.

I yearn to meet and retain real friends in this life, friends who can show me the real meaning of friendship. I’ve had false friends who’ve betrayed me just because I was easy to betray. I’ve had family members betray my love and leave me along to fend for myself in prison because it was easy to. I am loving, loyal, honest, and yearn for a successful return to freedom, with good, strong, positive, loyal people in my life. I would love to hear from any and all, if this is you. In closing, my words aren’t meant to be perfect or poetic, but they are from my big heart. Be safe out there, loved ones.

New Year

April 2 2021

It’s a New Year and life is still hectic, but I hope some semblance of normality is starting to return. Me? I’m alright, I’ve capitalized on the time and added pinstriping to my “Kustom Arts” arsenal. Still plugging away, but I want this to be for you. I raise my glass you, scrolling through these pages looking for someone to connect with. Reaching out, opening up, and letting someone who feels forgotten remember what it is to still be a part of this world. I raise my glass to you for busting through those COVID blues and finding new ways to create intimacy in a world that seems to be a trial in separation. Through the keyhole in which I’m able to see the world, it looks like we find new ways to push further away from one another. But I just want to say that I may not yet know you, but I see you. I see you and you’re worth knowing. You’re caring, compassionate, and worthy of friendship and love. This is me reaching out to you and I’d love to talk to you about whatever’s in your heart and mind. I love getting letters at mail call, but if it’s easier for you, or if you wish to supplement your letters, you can send me a text message through the GTL Site ConnectNetwork.com. You can sign up, send me a message and start taking small steps toward something greater.

Throw Out Your Bones

April 2 2021

It can be hard to see past the moment that we are in right now, especially when we have been waiting for God to move in our lives and to do something that we know only God can do. It gets hard to keep going, to keep praying and keep believing. Sometimes we might even feel like God’s not even listening to us anymore, because “right now” has turned into a really long time. Perhaps you have reached a point that you have convinced yourself that it is not just going to change for you, or it’s just not going to get any better, and you have accepted what is happening right now in your life. As if that’s the way it’s always going to be. Maybe it’s deliverance that you have been waiting for, maybe it’s heading for you or your family, a promotion or a financial blessing, and maybe it’s something else. The problem with waiting is that sometimes we make the mistake in either putting God in a box, or boxing God out. In other words, when things don’t work out the way we want them to, or think that they should, we don’t give God any room to do it any other way. The bible compares our thoughts and ways with the distance between the Heavens and the earth, as if to make it clear that our thoughts and ways are very different than God’s. Sometimes we cannot see what God is doing, or why it hasn’t happened yet, but that doesn’t mean that we should believe that it can’t happen, or that it won’t happen some other way. The wonderful thing that I have learned about God in my own life and personal experiences is that he allows us time to be vulnerable with our feelings, and this teaches us to trust him. He gives us time to grieve, to experience sadness, to express our frustration and to express our disappointment. It’s okay sometimes to be tired of the way things are, and perhaps even to be tired of waiting. Nevertheless, in these moments it is important for us not to forget about how much God loves us and his faithfulness. We need not to forget about what God has already done in our lives, what he is doing right now that we cannot even see, and the possibility of what God can do with his unlimited wisdom and power. God is not limited by our resources, or the people in our lives, nor is he restricted by any set of circumstances, or an event that has happened, or has not happened yet. God knows exactly what he is doing for you and when he is going to do it in your life so that he gets all the glory. So today, throw out your boxes and make room for God to blow your mind.

With His love and in His grace. – Pastor Steven.

Me

March 31 2021

A little more about myself!  I enjoy hanging out at the beach, lake, river wherever there is water. I like to crochet, cook, play board games. I read a lot, mostly history and some philosophy. 

My favorite movie is Good Will Hunting. My favorite song is “You Don’t Mess Around With Jim" by Jim Croce. I hate the Kardashians. My hope is to become a personal trainer someday if I can actually stay out of prison long enough. I’m into fashion, shoes, hats, clothing, always on point. 

Anyway I’d really just like someone to talk to. A lot of people don’t realize but it seems like all your friends forget about you when you go back to prison. I’d love to hear from you! Talk soon! 

You can download the connect network app and search my name so we can message each other directly or just write me! Either way. 

Why?

March 28 2021

If you feel misunderstood, or judged in life, I can relate. I’m willing to listen. I’m determined to change that reality if you let me. Why is it whenever an innocent person gets killed by the cops, people march, and protest to bring global attention to that situation, but when innocent people get railroaded/framed by a crooked judicial system and get sentenced to life without parole, or placed on death row, our cries for help get ignored, or reach deaf ears. What would you do if you got found guilty of crimes you didn’t commit, and your public defenders are in cahoots to convict you? Before your death penalty hearing, the D.A tells your attorneys “We will take the death penalty off the table only if your client agrees to waive his appellate rights.” Yet, your attorneys never bothered to explain the purpose for filing a direct appeal, and so forth. They only said, “Sign this deal, or the state of Nevada will kill you.” When you say “No.” They paint a horrific picture to the women in your family of the events that take place while receiving the lethal injection. This ultimately leaves them hysterical, begging you to accept the deal. Again, what would you do? People who are actually guilty ask for a plea deal to avoid going to trial. I never asked for one, I took it all the way to the box. Yet, the D.A and my attorneys made it look like I’m the one who asked for the said plea just to cover up their actions. Please contact the court and ask for a recording of my plea deal. Notice you will hear my attorney answering most of the questions instead of me. Why is that? Does it sound like he’s coercing me to say “Yes.”? The prison mailroom staff are the ones responsible for losing/tampering with all my incoming/outgoing mail. I request that you ask the postmaster general to investigate all my prison grievance issues involving mail. Covid is real. My sincerest condolences to everyone who has lost a loved one/their jobs.

Aaron Kraft #18348146

March 28 2021

They say life is about loving things as they are, not as we think they should be. Easier said, right?

I just hope to God I never become one of those jaded people who only have apathetic relationships to avoid heartbreak. Though, I suppose that’s preferable to being a “Hopeless Romantic”, so tragic and insecure. Too quick to settle for not enough. Enamored by mediocrity. It always sucks when the dopamine wears off and you’re left feeling unsatisfied and still searching for more.

Why do we project our desires onto the scenery around us? We do it all the time. You know it only leads to disappointment when the "real world" doesn’t add up to the "ideal world".

Why do we spend our lives accumulating all of this 'stuff"? All the while, telling ourselves it’ll last forever. Then, we’re caught off guard when the day comes that it ends.

Someone once told me: “Hate to break it to you kid. (I was like ten) The human condition is terminal. Nobody leaves this life alive, so you better learn to let it go with a bit of dignity ‘cause the time is gonna come.”

...They were probably stoned.

That said, I guess the best we can do is try to live gracefully. To keep in step with the music, even if the symphony’s chaos.

I turned to the 3 R's Reading, (w)Riting, (a)Rithmetic

March 26 2021

I was starting my first year without my mother. I didn't know much, but what I did know was that it was now or never. Success was at my grasp and I would not let it bypass me. Everything I had was now being implemented to change my reality. Waking up in this cold cell realizing that my 1st love, my 1st teacher had transitioned hurt deeply but I refused to sweep it under the rug like most of the men who I now share the experience with.

Claiming they'll deal with it when they get out. I had learned to face life's issues head-on, deal with the pain, and allow it to strengthen me. This is the moment she had prepared me for. I mourned in my own way but mourning wasn't helpful, it was draining and anything that zaps energy, that isn't productive, I won't have anything to do with.

My mind was made up, I would use that energy to be encouraged, inspired, and courageous. After I cried, it was back to the drawing board. Life was still going on and that meant one thing, I had to as well. Where did everybody go?

Jason Richardson

March 24 2021

These are very different and strange times we are living in now. Masks, fear, anger, and hate. Killing of my Brown and Black brothers and sisters for no other reason than the color of their skin...being Brown or Black should not be a crime. The virus taking 50% of Latino/Hispanic lives in numbers more than all others...this life is so very short and all we have is each other...but the answers have always been with us...(Like the Beatles said “All we need is love, love is all we need”...and “Imagine” All the People. “Having Faith” this madness too shall end is what should guide us. Or “Love, Peace, and Soul” like my brother Don Cornelius said.

Please don’t let the dark side win—Be Strong, Be Safe, and God Bless out there...know that we too in here, are praying for you, out there.

Stay Blessed.

How I Feel This Morning

March 24 2021

Song: The Bigger Picture
By: Lil Baby

Date: March 6, 2021

Title: How I feel this morning...

When I woke up this morning in this cold cage, it felt like the ceiling was pressing down on my back and the walls were pushing against my chest. I felt my knees about to buckle. So, I inhaled and exhaled and realized that I am stronger than these walls. With the strength of five full grown grizzle bears, I pushed the ceiling up and punched the walls back. My silent screams buried themselves in my soul. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to transcend these three walls and metal door. I see myself in the rain forest breaking all the machines that are knocking down trees because WE NEED TO BREATHE!

I see myself sitting down with the smartest people in the planet and we are inventing a machine to suck up all the pollution in the air and we do it with swagger and flare! What's up Claire! I must be with the new generation! I see myself telling Democrats and Republicans we need them to stop acting like enemies of the state and be American. I see myself telling all the gangs to stop killing each other because our strength is in our UNITY! My dry tears are beginning to fall as I put a shield of protection around all the children to protect them from being victimized by the same people who are suppose to protect them. I see myself telling the cops that we are humans regardless of our skin color and money and we NEED the good part of them and for them to put the bad part of them in a small box like I am in right now and swallow the key! My heart is beating three times its normal rate as I put a thought  in all the women of the world head's and that thought is: GOD IS A WOMEN!

I see myself burning all the guns and mass weapons and telling the businessmen and women to release the cure for AIDS, CANCER,CORVID-19 and all the other incurable dieses. I see myself opening these doors and letting out all the good mothers and fathers because everyone deserves a second chance! I feel a tear as God opens his arms to me and tell me, I'm truly his child. My eyes pop open and these walls are still here but I smile and see through them. Welcome to the blog of a man who would rather die than to live or speak a lie. A man who chooses love over hate. who fights oppression and bullies. Walls, Walls, Walls, Walls, Locked Doors, Locked Doors, Locked Doors! They bar my way but I am bigger than them. Now, that should show you he truly created us in his image. Together we're stronger than a Mike Tyson punch. I shall return! Yours Truly, Al-Tariq aka Sankofa the Messenger It has to be a Bigger Picture to all of this!

My name is Brandon Madero and this is my art.

March 18 2021

It's my belief that a person's true "self" can be seen in the things they create. With a certain amount of passion and creativity, combined with a sprinkle of spontaneity and that dash that can only come from one's personal experiences. Whether it’s just eye candy or a recipe for something deeper, we all have art in us. Art we create or that which we observe and appreciate.

I’ve only begun creating my own art since being locked up, but I’d like to think that it was a seed planted and cultivated throughout my entire life. This is simply how is has manifest under these circumstances.

I am currently doing 16 years in prison - and this is me.

All of my art work is copyright protected.