alcatraz rocks

Poptropica islands in a nutshell

Early Poptropica - Easy way to get credits

Astro Knights - ULTRA HARD WAY TO GET CREDITS

Wild West - your horse was going to get turned into glue. that is all

Ghost story - HOOT ‘I can hear the spirits!’

Spy - BALD BALD BALD BALD BALD MY EYEEES

Mythology - Zeus messes everything up.

Super Villain - Zeus messes everything up. Again.

Super power - *insert radioactive by imagine dragons here*

Monster carnival - Disappointing end battle

24 Carrot - I’ll just pick this- oh it’s gone. Well I’ll pick this carrot- oh it’s gone. Okay I’ll pick- it’s gone

Counterfiet - boy goes flying and becomes a legend in Poptropica

Game show - A robot has a game show. Sounds like Undertale

Steampowered - Robots and EVIL PLANTS. Sounds like Undertale

Cryptids - GOAT THING TERRIFIES EVERYONE WHO PLAYS THIS ISLAND

Time travel - Why is your outfit not questioned

Mystery Train - welcome aboard the train of history and DEATH

Shrink ray - CJ and family needs to clean the house better

Movie star - If you could dress as Charlie Chaplin and play this island that would look great

Mystery of the map - DODOS

Shark tooth - Shark dog will eat you

Escape from Pelican rock - Alcatraz but less death and ghosts

Vampires curse - Bram needs glasses because he cannot identify his wife from an innocent citizen

(That is all I can think of. iPad decided to reload page on my first go at this and I lost everything so I had to write from memory)

Traversing a fine line between folk pop and soulful pop is Oliver Riot, a duo from Los Angeles who describe their own sound as “acid folk”. Oliver Riot recently released a spectacular EP named Hallucinate, off which comes a slinking beauty named Ivory Black. Ivory Black’s slinking vocals bring to mind Glass Animals, but set in a far crisper and blues instilled soundscape with graceful and elegant keys. Their milky songs are ripe for an evening of solitary contemplation and reflection. For another arresting tune off Hallucinate, stream Alcatraz below. Or hit up their Soundcloud to stream Hallucinate in full.  

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The Buddha of Alcatraz

by Saṃsāran  

Steve Holt was a hard case. A petty thief turned depression era bank robber turned prison escape artist. A scuffle with a guard had ended badly for the guard after Holt stomped his spine and left him paralyzed. Holt was tried and given forty years added to his sentence and transferred to Alcatraz, the “Rock”.

While in Alcatraz Steve began to read. Alcatraz had surprisingly well-stocked library with many books donated by wealthy patrons and the University of California. He read books on philosophy, religion, science and history. 

One day Holt discovered a book on Buddhism. It was the Sutta Nipata the words of the Buddha. After this, he devoured every book he could get his hands on about Eastern religion and Buddhism in particular. Once having read all the books in the library he began purchasing books by mail order. He learned to meditate. He became more serene. He no longer quarreled with the other prisoners and the “bulls” as the guards were called. He practiced Tai Chi in his cell and sat cross-legged on his bunk lost in meditation for hours.

Prisoners on the Rock were kept in single cells except when given an hour to walk the yard. A small flat paved surface with a view of the Pacific and the Bay. One windy March day he was one of the few men who chose to go out to the yard. There was a scuffle. A man went down. Stabbed to death. Holt was not involved but when the bulls demanded that he identify the assailant he refused and for this he was tossed into “the hole” the infamous cell block 6. The cells in this block were pitch dark. They slanted downward from the door and had only an open hole for a toilet. This hole was a narrow pipe which opened up directly on the bay. The wind and chill salt air whistled upward through this pipe.

The door was clanged shut and Holt found himself in darkness so complete that he could not orient himself in space. In this Stygian darkness he seemed to float suspended in space and time. He had no bed just a woolen army blanket on the concrete of the cell floor. He could hear the sea below through the pipe and occasionally the cries of gulls. So he sat with his back to the corner and meditated. This went on for days upon days. Complete darkness, complete silence, damp and cold. Still he meditated and quieted his mind. Sometimes the images would come. Strange flickering images as in a dream. Swirling galaxies, faces, strange landscapes like none on this planet.

Then one night he heard a strange sound coming through the pipe. A kind of singing. He listened to the sound. He focused his entire mind on the sound until it filled his thoughts and he became the sound. It was whale song. A pod of orcas in the bay. Calling to each other. In an instant Holt was transported in spirit into the waters of the bay. He saw not with a man’s eyes but with a whale’s eye. He understood the songs of longing. Holt then moved his gaze to the City and he saw the restless people just waking to a new day. He turned his soul to the east and watched the sunrise with eyes which saw in all directions. He was a free man though his body remained imprisoned and a new day dawned.

A Brief Exchange With A Bottle Of Whiskey | 4/9/15

I remember you died once or twice over before morning. Mahogany skin spread over these milk white bones. Every word spelled out in goosebumps on me.

Parked out front you’re rummaging in the front seats of a rusted out Ford. You call for me through an open window. It’s Midnight and you take pride In a lack of self control.

A kite dancing inside of a hurricane. Mumbled dreams and empty beer cans. Communicate with pursed lips, cotton mouth love.

They told us to keep eye of the signs; the temper and selfish choices. Fixated on repairs and old wounds. Now I forget your face. An ivory smile, a voice painted on a river.

For once, silence was your favorite song. I snuck off while you counted the cracks in your wall.

Jordan Alan Brown

The Buddha of Alcatraz

Steve Holt was a hard case. A petty thief turned depression era bank robber turned prison escape artist. A scuffle with a guard had ended badly for the guard after Holt stomped his spine and left him paralyzed. Holt was tried and given forty years added to his sentence and transferred to Alcatraz, the “Rock”.

While in Alcatraz Steve began to read. Alcatraz had surprisingly well stocked library with many books donated by wealthy patrons and University of California. He read books on philosophy, religion, science and history. 

One day Holt discovered a book on Buddhism. It was the Sutta Nipata the words of the Buddha. After this he devoured every book he could get his hands on about Eastern religion and Buddhism in particular. Once having read all the books in the library he began purchasing books by mail order. He learned to meditate. He became more serene. He no longer quarrelled with the other prisoners and the “bulls” as the guards were called. He practiced Tai Chi in his cell and sat crosslegged on his bunk lost in meditation for hours.

Prisoners on the Rock were kept in single cells except when given an hour to walk the yard a small flat paved surface with a view of the Pacific and the Bay. One windy March day he was one of the few men who chose to go out to the yard. There was a scuffle. A man went down. Stabbed to death. Holt was not involved but when the bulls demanded that he identify the assailant he refused and for this he was tossed into “the hole” the infamous cell block 6. The cells in this block were pitch dark. They slanted downward from the door and had only an open hole for a toilet. This hole was a narrow pipe which opened up directly on the bay. The wind and chill salt air whistled upward through this pipe.

The door was clanged shut and Holt found himself in darkness so complete that he could not orient himself in space. In this Stygian darkness he seemed to float suspended in space and time. He had no bed just a woolen army blanket on the concrete of the cell floor. He could hear the sea below through the pipe and occasionally the cries of gulls. So he sat with his back to the corner and meditated. This went on for days upon days. Complete darkness, complete silence, damp and cold. Still he meditated and quieted his mind. Sometimes the images would come. Strange flickering images as in a dream. Swirling galaxies, faces, strange landscapes like none on this planet.

Then one night he heard a strange sound coming through the pipe. A kind of singing. He listened to the sound. He focused his entire mind on the sound until it filled his thoughts and he became the sound. It was whale song. A pod of orcas in the bay. Calling to each other. In an instant Holt was transported in spirit into the waters of the bay. He saw not with a man’s eyes but with a whale’s eye. He understood the songs of longing. Holt then moved his gaze to the City and he saw the restless people just waking to a new day. He turned his soul to the east and watched the sunrise with eyes which saw in all directions. He was a free man though his body remained imprisoned and a new day dawned.

๑ Samsaran ๑