Darkness by Candle Light; Part One
By ADGere
Before separating for reasons that I am sure will be displayed in another theory
sooner or later, someone far from me now but was once close said something
significant to me in a meaningless chat. They said or told me, “that when they are
not in contact with me for whatever reasons, they track my mood, status, mindset and
behavioral patterns through my writings”. I think that’s a cool way to stay connected
from a distance with someone if that’s what you are into, because it’s true that in
many of my essays, I display my inner self in my theories without knowing it. In many
ways I feel all of us also display these characteristics in some form or fashion if we
know it or not and basically tell on ourselves without saying a word. It can be in a
laugh, a smile, how we talk, walk or something not consciously thought out or
planned, and basically tells a story all to its self if you can read in between the lines.
So I agree with that assessment because if I am happy, sad, in deep thought about
anything from apples to xylophones, I do write up a storm and jot down my emotions
and feeling in a universal way via my words. Many do say that I wear my heart and
emotions on my sleeve, and those same people that have never seen me naked or
in a t-shirt should realize and be quick to tell you while understanding this
themselves, that I rarely roll my sleeves up for just anyone, unless its time to get
down and dirty. But yeah, I agree with that in some ways, but feel the most genuine
part of me can be discovered in my words that I faithfully put together in a
unconditional way. Now I also write in abundance from comments I get, questions I
can’t answer and solutions to situations that can be defined as logical non-sense.
Many times in trying to make my point, I come up with short or even long winded
theories of thought in some of my writings that have this delayed reaction once an
action takes place sometime down the road. I mean I know I don’t know everything,
but the things I do know, makes wanting to explore within those unknown journeys
spectacular to me, to say the least. Call it curiosity, call it adventure, but my quest for
knowledge is never ending sometimes, because I wish to seek what life has to offer,
not look for what just comes my way and settle or dwell inside of it. Right now I am
kind of mellow, feeling myself a bit too much in a non-physical way from my
productive day, and searching for the unknown in a place I can’t imagine. I’m also
listening to the Moodsetter Music Mix called, “Passionality” and the first track is the
one and only entertainer, Maxwell. This falsetto neo-soul singing lyricist is spilling
out his soul in one of those early evening highway groove songs you bob your head
up and down to, while also lip syncing the right and wrong words you skip and fit in
off key with your top down driving with no place in particular to go, be or arrive at. This
underground b-side non-radio released head-banging melody is called, “Never
wanting to want you more”, and it is truly hitting on all cylinders as I am warming up
to blow your fucking mind with this theory. If it ends up like that or not, is for you, not
for me to judge. I say that because I will try to lay it out in this one and my intentions
are genuine, and how you enjoy this, is how I hope you know I feel in writing it. What
he is saying in my opinion in the song is that he wants to need someone without
them needing to know he wants and needs them. He wants the relationship to be
second nature to him and part of his mental, emotional, spiritual and biological DNA
that can be passed on through a visual effort and some sort of passionate ESP to
his partner. A feeling so intense, that it breeds and multiplies from within and
overflows in a natural fashion, as his overall makeup on what he is all about and
represents as it boils inside of him wanting to get out. Where lust and love blends,
separates, combines and flows this lava like substances in the form of passion in its
deepest level of infinite moments that are frozen in millenniums on a daily basis. I
guess if you are a man, you are constantly erect and motivated to move every known
mountain unknown to mankind. You are driven to do so because as on many and
every level, you are allowed to yodel within the proverbial valley of a one less ribbed
being, once you acknowledge its existence, and that stimulates you. Now on the
other end of the gender spectrum and you’re a woman, you’re permanently wet, no
not just wet, strike that last statement, you’re soaked, soaked beyond imagination.
Okay, I know that was kind of graphic, but let me take it even further than that
because though it may seem a bit graphic, it’s not detailed enough. I don’t mean
soaked, I’m talking about being drenched! Yeah drench, that’s the word I was looking
for, drenched.
By ADGere
Before separating for reasons that I am sure will be displayed in another theory
sooner or later, someone far from me now but was once close said something
significant to me in a meaningless chat. They said or told me, “that when they are
not in contact with me for whatever reasons, they track my mood, status, mindset and
behavioral patterns through my writings”. I think that’s a cool way to stay connected
from a distance with someone if that’s what you are into, because it’s true that in
many of my essays, I display my inner self in my theories without knowing it. In many
ways I feel all of us also display these characteristics in some form or fashion if we
know it or not and basically tell on ourselves without saying a word. It can be in a
laugh, a smile, how we talk, walk or something not consciously thought out or
planned, and basically tells a story all to its self if you can read in between the lines.
So I agree with that assessment because if I am happy, sad, in deep thought about
anything from apples to xylophones, I do write up a storm and jot down my emotions
and feeling in a universal way via my words. Many do say that I wear my heart and
emotions on my sleeve, and those same people that have never seen me naked or
in a t-shirt should realize and be quick to tell you while understanding this
themselves, that I rarely roll my sleeves up for just anyone, unless its time to get
down and dirty. But yeah, I agree with that in some ways, but feel the most genuine
part of me can be discovered in my words that I faithfully put together in a
unconditional way. Now I also write in abundance from comments I get, questions I
can’t answer and solutions to situations that can be defined as logical non-sense.
Many times in trying to make my point, I come up with short or even long winded
theories of thought in some of my writings that have this delayed reaction once an
action takes place sometime down the road. I mean I know I don’t know everything,
but the things I do know, makes wanting to explore within those unknown journeys
spectacular to me, to say the least. Call it curiosity, call it adventure, but my quest for
knowledge is never ending sometimes, because I wish to seek what life has to offer,
not look for what just comes my way and settle or dwell inside of it. Right now I am
kind of mellow, feeling myself a bit too much in a non-physical way from my
productive day, and searching for the unknown in a place I can’t imagine. I’m also
listening to the Moodsetter Music Mix called, “Passionality” and the first track is the
one and only entertainer, Maxwell. This falsetto neo-soul singing lyricist is spilling
out his soul in one of those early evening highway groove songs you bob your head
up and down to, while also lip syncing the right and wrong words you skip and fit in
off key with your top down driving with no place in particular to go, be or arrive at. This
underground b-side non-radio released head-banging melody is called, “Never
wanting to want you more”, and it is truly hitting on all cylinders as I am warming up
to blow your fucking mind with this theory. If it ends up like that or not, is for you, not
for me to judge. I say that because I will try to lay it out in this one and my intentions
are genuine, and how you enjoy this, is how I hope you know I feel in writing it. What
he is saying in my opinion in the song is that he wants to need someone without
them needing to know he wants and needs them. He wants the relationship to be
second nature to him and part of his mental, emotional, spiritual and biological DNA
that can be passed on through a visual effort and some sort of passionate ESP to
his partner. A feeling so intense, that it breeds and multiplies from within and
overflows in a natural fashion, as his overall makeup on what he is all about and
represents as it boils inside of him wanting to get out. Where lust and love blends,
separates, combines and flows this lava like substances in the form of passion in its
deepest level of infinite moments that are frozen in millenniums on a daily basis. I
guess if you are a man, you are constantly erect and motivated to move every known
mountain unknown to mankind. You are driven to do so because as on many and
every level, you are allowed to yodel within the proverbial valley of a one less ribbed
being, once you acknowledge its existence, and that stimulates you. Now on the
other end of the gender spectrum and you’re a woman, you’re permanently wet, no
not just wet, strike that last statement, you’re soaked, soaked beyond imagination.
Okay, I know that was kind of graphic, but let me take it even further than that
because though it may seem a bit graphic, it’s not detailed enough. I don’t mean
soaked, I’m talking about being drenched! Yeah drench, that’s the word I was looking
for, drenched.
Butterflies And Bee-Stings
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I was recently asked by many of my viewers one way or another individually, why
do I think the divorce rate was so high in the world? Now let me firmly say that I
am no way, an expert on this subject. Second, while wanting to comment on this
and have been blessed to have travel around the word a few times, I wasn’t really
trippin’ on who was married and who was getting divorced. Now yeah,
somewhere in the background of the noise pollution we have somehow learn to
block out, I have heard this or that on the subject. But it was never really a priority
for me to really find out why, though I hope I don’t fall into that statistic whenever I
do walk the isle. I feel that the question I just asked you to ask yourself, is
something that all first depends on the people, the circumstances, the age range
of those getting married and much much more. In may ways and even though that
question seems at first to be pretty specific, when you actually take the time to
give it its just due and try to answer or define it, you start realizing that like with
everything else, there are many sides, angles and more you need to look at,
before even looking at the initial question. But for the sake of argument and
cohesion, lets just start with one subject or side to the whole that has more sides
to it than we know, and confront this question as one, piece by piece. But maybe
we wont need to do that, because I guess they didn’t ask me to research and find
the actual answer, but phrasing it in its true manner the way I might see it. So I
will say and start by stating the facts, I have never been married. I have been
close a couple of times, flirted with the word to a couple more women or less, and
hope to travel down that road one day sooner than later. Being single and never
really married, I don’t think I can honestly speak from experience or very accurate
on the subject. I mean yes, I have my views and theories on the subject like I
wrote before, and in many ways, can think that maybe an outside view in looking
in on this, may be useful and insightful. So yeah, what the heck, let me put my two
cents in the pot, and lets see how much we can take out with interest, when this
is over. Is that a deal to you? Cool, but if you do accept that deal, I better back up
and tell you a little bit more about me to let you know my path, my experience with
the subject and how I have viewed those I have met, married, existed, still are
together and or broke up. Now I said that I really haven’t been married before,
scratch that, I said to you that I have never been married before. That’s what I
wrote so excuse me for lying, but in so many ways I am a bout to explain, that is
still and really true. I was married once, when I was young and hungry, and when I
did this act, I manipulated the system to fit my own selfish needs. I am not saying I
am proud of this act now that I am older, but at the time, it seemed like a good
idea at the time when I did it. I guess in starting off this theory in the manner I did, I
guess it would only be right for me to briefly explain what happened. When I was
young and like one of my favorite groups "Rage Against The Machine" sings in
one of their songs, in my youth, I would use the title "Calm Like A Bomb", in some
of the choices I made. I have never been a bad kid or got into trouble to where I
could wear that jacket many wear everyday as an asshole, in my opinion, but
quietly inside of me when I was testing the limits of life, I did some sneaky shit on
the down low. Like while in the military and wanting to live off of post, I just had to
do it and in my opinion, just needed a way to do it once I found out how. It was
kinda of a mini challenge in a way, but mostly, I wanted to live by myself and have
a little bit of freedom in the Army. So I married a childhood girlfriend for about, 45
minutes, that is what I did. Yeap, that’s right, I had a memorable, passionate long-
term relationship that went from pillar to post faster than you just read that last
statement. This sacred ceremony lasted from the time the city clerk at City Hall
said, "Hey Mister, Do You Take This Woman" on that Friday day in San Francisco,
to the time it took for me to leave that room, walk to the elevator and go up two
floors to hear the clerk in the annulment section say, "Thank you, here’s your
receipt and have a nice day". This 5-minute ceremony was a one-stop
relationship that was the courtship, sexual escapades, engagement, marriage,
honeymoon and divorce all rolled up in one little nice and neat package that I
experience about as long as you have been reading thus far. You may think I am
crazy, smart, insensitive or whatever, but I did it for many reasons that you may or
may not find offensive, funny or smart as hell.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I was recently asked by many of my viewers one way or another individually, why
do I think the divorce rate was so high in the world? Now let me firmly say that I
am no way, an expert on this subject. Second, while wanting to comment on this
and have been blessed to have travel around the word a few times, I wasn’t really
trippin’ on who was married and who was getting divorced. Now yeah,
somewhere in the background of the noise pollution we have somehow learn to
block out, I have heard this or that on the subject. But it was never really a priority
for me to really find out why, though I hope I don’t fall into that statistic whenever I
do walk the isle. I feel that the question I just asked you to ask yourself, is
something that all first depends on the people, the circumstances, the age range
of those getting married and much much more. In may ways and even though that
question seems at first to be pretty specific, when you actually take the time to
give it its just due and try to answer or define it, you start realizing that like with
everything else, there are many sides, angles and more you need to look at,
before even looking at the initial question. But for the sake of argument and
cohesion, lets just start with one subject or side to the whole that has more sides
to it than we know, and confront this question as one, piece by piece. But maybe
we wont need to do that, because I guess they didn’t ask me to research and find
the actual answer, but phrasing it in its true manner the way I might see it. So I
will say and start by stating the facts, I have never been married. I have been
close a couple of times, flirted with the word to a couple more women or less, and
hope to travel down that road one day sooner than later. Being single and never
really married, I don’t think I can honestly speak from experience or very accurate
on the subject. I mean yes, I have my views and theories on the subject like I
wrote before, and in many ways, can think that maybe an outside view in looking
in on this, may be useful and insightful. So yeah, what the heck, let me put my two
cents in the pot, and lets see how much we can take out with interest, when this
is over. Is that a deal to you? Cool, but if you do accept that deal, I better back up
and tell you a little bit more about me to let you know my path, my experience with
the subject and how I have viewed those I have met, married, existed, still are
together and or broke up. Now I said that I really haven’t been married before,
scratch that, I said to you that I have never been married before. That’s what I
wrote so excuse me for lying, but in so many ways I am a bout to explain, that is
still and really true. I was married once, when I was young and hungry, and when I
did this act, I manipulated the system to fit my own selfish needs. I am not saying I
am proud of this act now that I am older, but at the time, it seemed like a good
idea at the time when I did it. I guess in starting off this theory in the manner I did, I
guess it would only be right for me to briefly explain what happened. When I was
young and like one of my favorite groups "Rage Against The Machine" sings in
one of their songs, in my youth, I would use the title "Calm Like A Bomb", in some
of the choices I made. I have never been a bad kid or got into trouble to where I
could wear that jacket many wear everyday as an asshole, in my opinion, but
quietly inside of me when I was testing the limits of life, I did some sneaky shit on
the down low. Like while in the military and wanting to live off of post, I just had to
do it and in my opinion, just needed a way to do it once I found out how. It was
kinda of a mini challenge in a way, but mostly, I wanted to live by myself and have
a little bit of freedom in the Army. So I married a childhood girlfriend for about, 45
minutes, that is what I did. Yeap, that’s right, I had a memorable, passionate long-
term relationship that went from pillar to post faster than you just read that last
statement. This sacred ceremony lasted from the time the city clerk at City Hall
said, "Hey Mister, Do You Take This Woman" on that Friday day in San Francisco,
to the time it took for me to leave that room, walk to the elevator and go up two
floors to hear the clerk in the annulment section say, "Thank you, here’s your
receipt and have a nice day". This 5-minute ceremony was a one-stop
relationship that was the courtship, sexual escapades, engagement, marriage,
honeymoon and divorce all rolled up in one little nice and neat package that I
experience about as long as you have been reading thus far. You may think I am
crazy, smart, insensitive or whatever, but I did it for many reasons that you may or
may not find offensive, funny or smart as hell.
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