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.
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By Anthony Douglas Gere
Fuckin’ wit me, like I am the only thing alive they can play with and there isn’t
enough cars to dodge on the main street or bugs outside to swat at in my back or
front yard. I swear they conspire and plot to test my patients and or wreck my
mental state when I am gone, and they form this battle plan to see how far they
can take me over the edge before cracking when I come back home. So as I start
this theory today, I just had to clue you in on the living nightmare I face each and
every morning when I come out of my dreams at night. Thanks for listening, and
let’s get started before they realize I am typing this theory and come terrorize my
thoughts I am attempting to deliver to you today. Also, thank all of you for emailing
about the one and only Diddy, that was way cool, and very much needed and
appreciated, thanks.
Now one of the most frequently asked questions I get from you viewers is how or
what I did in business to be able to retire at such a young age. Well it is not so
much on what I did I can honestly say to you, but maybe, how I got into the position
to do what I did. It’s a very fine line I am walking here people in explaining my path
and journey, because as I keep re-writing and editing my biography that keeps
getting delayed because of many things, I can not reveal many things that
basically chronicled my journey that do not infringe on the rights of the publisher
that paid for my story. So I will dance to the beat of explaining a bit if you care to
and can hear the music, and also answer a few questions in the process. There
was a time after college and before corporate America , where I was drifting
through life not knowing where to go or what to do. I had this anxiety feeling
inside of me, and I was always anxious, always thinking, talking to myself and
pretty much acting like the man in the theory, “Dirty Needle Treatment”. I had just
gotten out of the music business because those sharks in that sea of business
made the shark in Jaws look like Nemo, and I knew my pole wasn’t that strong or
long enough to fish with them. But I enjoyed the business side, the building,
rebuilding, structuring and more, and felt I could contribute, compete and
establish something if I could just find my vehicle to drive down this highway to
success. So as I took on odd job after odd job to support myself, I knew I could
not stay where I was at because I was simply not even there when I was present
for work. I made good money, nothing to write home about, but also nothing to
sneeze at either, but it wasn’t about that for me, I wanted to make a difference.
That’s when my world changed. I mean by the stroke of good timing, being
receptive to what was offered to me, good fortune, God and a VCR, my life
changed. I was over a co-workers house to have a beer, talk about nothing and
watch a movie on his new VCR that was as big as a microwave oven back then,
and something just clicked inside of me in the aftermath of this daily event. He
had just gotten the television size video cassette recorder from Good Guys, and
also had gotten a Blockbuster membership, and invited a few friends over to just
harmlessly kick it, laugh and smoke a bit and basically do nothing but what we do,
hang out. Well one of the movies he rented was the movie I now watch at least
two times a month, every month since this day in 1987, and more than likely will
continue doing until I die. The movie, “Wall Street”, and yes, yes, yes, that is when
and where, I became a man obsessed with business, information and more. Now
that may not make much sense to you on how a movie can change a persons life,
but maybe if you remove yourself from the thought and think about the many silly
little things that altered your life, you can appreciate on some level what I am
saying and writing about in this theory. This movie rocked my world, tore me a
new one and permanently affected me like nothing before it so maybe that is
where the reference to having tissue around came into play in my last theory. It
wasn’t really the movie I fell in love with, but the character Michael Douglas
played, that is a real life person. Mr. Gordon Gecko, and this man basically
humbled himself with knowledge and flamboyantly displayed it to others in a very
silent and forceful way. This movie moved me, and all of a sudden, things started
to click for me and make sense like never before. Maybe it was the dialogue,
possibly the way he delivered the words or something, but what ever this
fothermucker was selling, I wasn’t just buying, I was stocking up on it for the next
winter, summer, fall and years after that, just in case.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Fuckin’ wit me, like I am the only thing alive they can play with and there isn’t
enough cars to dodge on the main street or bugs outside to swat at in my back or
front yard. I swear they conspire and plot to test my patients and or wreck my
mental state when I am gone, and they form this battle plan to see how far they
can take me over the edge before cracking when I come back home. So as I start
this theory today, I just had to clue you in on the living nightmare I face each and
every morning when I come out of my dreams at night. Thanks for listening, and
let’s get started before they realize I am typing this theory and come terrorize my
thoughts I am attempting to deliver to you today. Also, thank all of you for emailing
about the one and only Diddy, that was way cool, and very much needed and
appreciated, thanks.
Now one of the most frequently asked questions I get from you viewers is how or
what I did in business to be able to retire at such a young age. Well it is not so
much on what I did I can honestly say to you, but maybe, how I got into the position
to do what I did. It’s a very fine line I am walking here people in explaining my path
and journey, because as I keep re-writing and editing my biography that keeps
getting delayed because of many things, I can not reveal many things that
basically chronicled my journey that do not infringe on the rights of the publisher
that paid for my story. So I will dance to the beat of explaining a bit if you care to
and can hear the music, and also answer a few questions in the process. There
was a time after college and before corporate America , where I was drifting
through life not knowing where to go or what to do. I had this anxiety feeling
inside of me, and I was always anxious, always thinking, talking to myself and
pretty much acting like the man in the theory, “Dirty Needle Treatment”. I had just
gotten out of the music business because those sharks in that sea of business
made the shark in Jaws look like Nemo, and I knew my pole wasn’t that strong or
long enough to fish with them. But I enjoyed the business side, the building,
rebuilding, structuring and more, and felt I could contribute, compete and
establish something if I could just find my vehicle to drive down this highway to
success. So as I took on odd job after odd job to support myself, I knew I could
not stay where I was at because I was simply not even there when I was present
for work. I made good money, nothing to write home about, but also nothing to
sneeze at either, but it wasn’t about that for me, I wanted to make a difference.
That’s when my world changed. I mean by the stroke of good timing, being
receptive to what was offered to me, good fortune, God and a VCR, my life
changed. I was over a co-workers house to have a beer, talk about nothing and
watch a movie on his new VCR that was as big as a microwave oven back then,
and something just clicked inside of me in the aftermath of this daily event. He
had just gotten the television size video cassette recorder from Good Guys, and
also had gotten a Blockbuster membership, and invited a few friends over to just
harmlessly kick it, laugh and smoke a bit and basically do nothing but what we do,
hang out. Well one of the movies he rented was the movie I now watch at least
two times a month, every month since this day in 1987, and more than likely will
continue doing until I die. The movie, “Wall Street”, and yes, yes, yes, that is when
and where, I became a man obsessed with business, information and more. Now
that may not make much sense to you on how a movie can change a persons life,
but maybe if you remove yourself from the thought and think about the many silly
little things that altered your life, you can appreciate on some level what I am
saying and writing about in this theory. This movie rocked my world, tore me a
new one and permanently affected me like nothing before it so maybe that is
where the reference to having tissue around came into play in my last theory. It
wasn’t really the movie I fell in love with, but the character Michael Douglas
played, that is a real life person. Mr. Gordon Gecko, and this man basically
humbled himself with knowledge and flamboyantly displayed it to others in a very
silent and forceful way. This movie moved me, and all of a sudden, things started
to click for me and make sense like never before. Maybe it was the dialogue,
possibly the way he delivered the words or something, but what ever this
fothermucker was selling, I wasn’t just buying, I was stocking up on it for the next
winter, summer, fall and years after that, just in case.
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