The United States Disciplinary Barracks is a maximum security military prison for men, located on the grounds of Fort Leavenworth, an army post in Leavenworth, Kansas. USDP is the only maximum security military prison in the United States, and only enlisted soldiers with sentences exceeding ten years, commissioned officers and prisoners convicted of national security crimes are housed there. The warden of USDB holds the rank of colonel. Corrections staff at USDB are often former military police officers. USDB is the site of the U.S. Military’s death row, although the last execution was held in 1961. Military executions before this date have been carried out by hanging. The current standard is lethal injection. There are currently six inmates awaiting penalty of death. The most recent addition being Nidal Hasam. Chelsea Manning is incarcerated at USDB.
LOOK AT THIS REALLY COOL THING YOU GUYS. LOOK AT IT AND BE AWED BECAUSE I AM SUPER AWED AND I SHOULDN’T BE THE ONLY ONE.
…I’m sorry. I’m just. I’m so very hyped about this right now? It is nearly 2am as I type this, and I am just really hyped because dude, look.
A while back (four months back, according to Tumblr, wow) I saw the gorgeous tarot card @sarcasmfish commissioned from @steftastan and I, being the sort to be as I get about art (and also having hemmed and hawed over wanting to have a tarot card of Aeron done but not being sure if I should get one) was finally like, “That’s it. I want one, I am getting one, and I want that artist to do it.”
And since we know that dreams are dead and life turns plans up on their head, I will plan to be a bum so I just might become someone. - House Of Gold
Every time I feel selfish, ambition is taking my vision and my crime is my sentence. Repentance is taking commission, it’s taking a toll on my soul. - Fall Away
I don’t know why I feed on emotion. There’s a stomach inside my brain. I don’t want to be heard. I want to be listened to. Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name?
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep but I can’t, but I can’t when you all have guns for hands, yeah.
- Guns For Hands
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence. My mind shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find. I did not know it was such a violent island, full of tidal waves, suicidal-crazed lions. They’re trying to eat me, blood running down their chin. And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win. I begin to assemble what weapons I can find ’cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind.
I’m never what I like, I’m double-sided. And I just can’t hide, I kinda like it when I make you cry. ‘Cause I’m twisted up, I’m twisted up inside.
Sometimes you’ve got to bleed to know, That you’re alive and have a soul, But it takes someone to come around to show you how.She’s the tear in my heart, I’m alive, She’s the tear in my heart, I’m on fire, She’s the tear in my heart, Take me higher, Than I’ve ever been.
- Tear in My Heart
I’m taking over my body, Back in control, no more shotty, I bet a lot of me was lost, Ts uncrossed and Is undotted, I fought it a lot And it seems a lot like flesh is all I got, Not anymore, flesh out the door,
I must’ve forgot, you can’t trust me,
I’m open a moment and close when you show it, Before you know it, I’m lost at sea, And now that I write and think about it, And the story unfolds, You should take my life, You should take my soul.
- Holding Onto You
You say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out. I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow. Luckily, I can read your mind; flies and cobwebs unwind. They will not take you down. They will not cast you out.
I’ve got a migraine and my pain will range from up down and sideways. Thank God, it’s Friday ’cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ’cause Sundays are my suicide days.
He thinks that faith might be dead. Nothing kills a man faster than his own head. He used to see dreams at night. But now, he’s just watching the backs of his eyes.