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Eric King in SHU awaiting disciplinary charges

    We have received word that Eric is being held in the SHU (special housing unit) at FCI Florence with a status of “transfer segregation”. He was told that he is facing charges and that his allegations include writing poems and drawing stick figures depicting violence towards the BOP and the government in general. They also mentioned his support site as well as his desires to live in a world without the state. His…

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Eric King is in Florence Co awaiting transfer to an unknown facility

    On Friday, January 6th we learned that Eric had been moved to another federal prison in Colorado where he is awaiting  transfer to an unknown prison. This was an unexpected move and we are unsure how long he will be in prison there. The support team has become aware that Eric is being held in the Special Housing Unit, otherwise known as ” the hole”.  While Eric is there he will not be…

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“freedom” a poem by Eric King

We talk about freedom I dont want freedom to buy whatever I want freedom to browse a market and pick out the best top or the latest piece of technology to hide my face The joys of being free and being able to chose which job is best to spend the majority of my waking life at so that I can earn enough money to appreciate all this capitalist technological freedom Freedom to pick which…

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“They Will Send Ya” a poem by Eric King

  To the tune of Johnny Cash’s ‘Everywhere Man’ If you hurt their feelings they will send ya Arms to Arkansas Eyes to Eugene Lips to Lousiana Knees to Kentucky Mouth to Montana Teeth to Tennessee Hips to Hawaii Knuckles to North Carolina Fingers to Florida Ribs to Rhode Island Gums straight to Georgia Toes to Texas Areolas to Arizona My penis to Pennsylvania Theyre shipping ya off! Veins to Vermont Calves to California Arteries…

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“Ways to celebrate Veterans Day” a poem by Eric King

Stand up comedy routine at Arlington Nt. Cemetary Sitting in at war memorial Cake and IceCream at ‘Fallen Soldiers’ statues Side walk drawing of dead soldiers Defacing soldiers graves? Reminding people of the millions killed by the troops Reminding people of the rape and torture done by the troops Sustaining from any actual celebrations Burning flags Burning cammo outfits to symbolize Hanging up ‘Never come home’ fliers at bases mailing the VA lol post cards…

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“Thor is a child’s game” a poem by Eric King

I think you’re fucking lame as hell and Thor is a child’s game I dont have time for petty race pride plus I feel its all a sham You’re cops, or you would be if you could and Im not interested in your Nordic theory Thor is just as bogus to me as the white Christian god So i’ll take Loki and Jesus Christ and tie them all up with Christmas lights and we can…

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“Not my prison” a poem by Eric King

“Not my prison” This is not my home Not my tan clothes or scratchy wool blanket My fucking chamber to rest or my niche I am not an inmate that is a title bestowed by monsters in blue clothes This is not my job and these are not my ‘co-workers’ I have no boss Issues they have are not my problems These are not my shackles or my constraints I didn’t make, buy, or ask…

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Eric Featured in Certain Days: Freedom for Political Prisoners Calendar!

We’re thrilled to announce that Eric has a poem in this year’s Certain Days calendar! For those who are not familiar, the Certain Days: Freedom for Political Prisoners Calendar is a joint fundraising and educational project between outside organizers and three political prisoners: David Gilbert, Robert Seth Hayes, and Herman Bell. Each year the calendar features a variety of artwork and writings from both current and former US held political prisoners and this year our…

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“treason” a poem by Eric King

How long until its illegal to just not want to be long they’ll sizzle our brains til we’re just mush in a shell then put us to work in factories to waste Our horrific rap sheet will read ‘Wanted nothing to do with society’ Treason for not partaking in the commercialization of our identities Crime of the century being Not wanting to make or spend any fucking money.

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