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.
Clothing Optional
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I guess we can put away the tissue paper for now, unless you need to use it for
another reason than I gave in the theory before this one. But come to think about
it, don’t throw it away just yet, because we are going to peel back that onion skin
a little bit more in this one, so you might need it. You know how in messing
around with an onion, it can make your eyes water, so give it a few ticks before
disposing of the napkin or whatever, and keep it just in case. In this theory I am
about to write that I would categorize as a mirror-reflecting type writing, I would
say that I am attempting to answer some long awaited answers, and offer you
some questions on yourself as you view the ones I answered for me. In the
beginning of this, it may seem as though I am talking abut me on a new and
different level, but if you really get into it, the theory its self which is my
responsibility as the narrator / author to make sure you do, you will discover
things about yourself that you may have been ignorantly bypassing and important
on some level to you and those around you. So to paint this soon to be portrait
properly, let me first explain that its Saturday morning as I wake up and write this
journey to you, and find myself a bit droggy, still somewhat looking at my bed that
is calling me in a voice I have convinced myself to hear in a seducing way to come
back and crawl comfortably into it my over sized bed and being bombarded with
more whines than Ernest and Julio Gallo. That’s right, the soon-to-be-if they-keep-
messin’-with-me Kennel Bound Katastrophic Krazy Kittens are in full swing this
morning, and they are letting me have it. You see I am somewhat new to this
raising four legged babies thang, and man oh man, let me be the first to commend
you women that have done it well for many many years, you can have and keep
it!! Hell, this shit is extra stinky and aint no joke! And fellas, this shit aint no joke
for real times ten to the twelfth power, and just based on the raising and guiding
children factor and all that comes with it, fellas, we need to give our women a
break and benefit of the doubt sometimes, just based on that fact and this
constant level of training. Now yes, I have had animals in the pass, and do have
dogs and cats before the fearsome foursome came into this world, but this is
some very different stuff. I mean before them, I had and still proudly have Nino,
Noni and Nina for the longest and since they all were seven weeks old. I guess
this is a bit different because they all grew up together and were all different in
breeds and stuff, and through osmosis or some magical force, they found solace
in each other. Now when Diddy came along and pimped her way into our lives,
she was already grown. So I am new to this baby stage of parenthood with cats,
and this shit is not for the weak!! Oh yeah, the animals I mentioned in the
beginning are my other kids, and they have been with me for the last nine years. I
have a Black lab named Nino, a German Shepard named Nina and a now 70lb Minx
Cat named Noni, you know the ones I am talking about? The ones that hop like a
rabbit with no tail that eat like a dam horse, yeah, them. It all started because I
got them when I was watching the movie New Jack City , and thought Nino Brown
was a beast in the movie. So in turn and since I had just gotten a black dog, I
related him to Wesley Snipes character, and there came the name Nino. I also
had two minx cats, but one passed away within days after birth, so since a cat is
the opposite of a dog, kinda, I named the other cat that survived the opposite of
Nino an called her, Noni. Then Nina came along a couple days later to keep Nino
company, and that is how I gave them their names. I know, (TMI) too much info,
but sorry, I am still waking up and giving you the raw. But these dam cats are
crazy, I mean it. They tackle your feet when you walk, want you to constantly pet
and feed them, shit two inches from the liter box and look at you while they are
doing it. They climb on everything and can some one please and I mean it, please
tell me why they like to lay on your computer keyboard when you are trying to
surf, type or do something constructive? I am serious, its hard to do anything
anymore on the computer when they are around, because I am almost sold on the
fact that when I am out and gone, they hold a town meeting to think of ways to
irritate the hell outta me. So when I come home and turn on the laptop or go to the
fridge, here they come, one after the other, meowing, whining, biting and making
me feel like the lousiest parent in the dam world. Like they are starving or don’t
get enough attention from me as it is, enough doesn’t ever seem like enough
when they want you to stop your dam life and pay attention to them.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I guess we can put away the tissue paper for now, unless you need to use it for
another reason than I gave in the theory before this one. But come to think about
it, don’t throw it away just yet, because we are going to peel back that onion skin
a little bit more in this one, so you might need it. You know how in messing
around with an onion, it can make your eyes water, so give it a few ticks before
disposing of the napkin or whatever, and keep it just in case. In this theory I am
about to write that I would categorize as a mirror-reflecting type writing, I would
say that I am attempting to answer some long awaited answers, and offer you
some questions on yourself as you view the ones I answered for me. In the
beginning of this, it may seem as though I am talking abut me on a new and
different level, but if you really get into it, the theory its self which is my
responsibility as the narrator / author to make sure you do, you will discover
things about yourself that you may have been ignorantly bypassing and important
on some level to you and those around you. So to paint this soon to be portrait
properly, let me first explain that its Saturday morning as I wake up and write this
journey to you, and find myself a bit droggy, still somewhat looking at my bed that
is calling me in a voice I have convinced myself to hear in a seducing way to come
back and crawl comfortably into it my over sized bed and being bombarded with
more whines than Ernest and Julio Gallo. That’s right, the soon-to-be-if they-keep-
messin’-with-me Kennel Bound Katastrophic Krazy Kittens are in full swing this
morning, and they are letting me have it. You see I am somewhat new to this
raising four legged babies thang, and man oh man, let me be the first to commend
you women that have done it well for many many years, you can have and keep
it!! Hell, this shit is extra stinky and aint no joke! And fellas, this shit aint no joke
for real times ten to the twelfth power, and just based on the raising and guiding
children factor and all that comes with it, fellas, we need to give our women a
break and benefit of the doubt sometimes, just based on that fact and this
constant level of training. Now yes, I have had animals in the pass, and do have
dogs and cats before the fearsome foursome came into this world, but this is
some very different stuff. I mean before them, I had and still proudly have Nino,
Noni and Nina for the longest and since they all were seven weeks old. I guess
this is a bit different because they all grew up together and were all different in
breeds and stuff, and through osmosis or some magical force, they found solace
in each other. Now when Diddy came along and pimped her way into our lives,
she was already grown. So I am new to this baby stage of parenthood with cats,
and this shit is not for the weak!! Oh yeah, the animals I mentioned in the
beginning are my other kids, and they have been with me for the last nine years. I
have a Black lab named Nino, a German Shepard named Nina and a now 70lb Minx
Cat named Noni, you know the ones I am talking about? The ones that hop like a
rabbit with no tail that eat like a dam horse, yeah, them. It all started because I
got them when I was watching the movie New Jack City , and thought Nino Brown
was a beast in the movie. So in turn and since I had just gotten a black dog, I
related him to Wesley Snipes character, and there came the name Nino. I also
had two minx cats, but one passed away within days after birth, so since a cat is
the opposite of a dog, kinda, I named the other cat that survived the opposite of
Nino an called her, Noni. Then Nina came along a couple days later to keep Nino
company, and that is how I gave them their names. I know, (TMI) too much info,
but sorry, I am still waking up and giving you the raw. But these dam cats are
crazy, I mean it. They tackle your feet when you walk, want you to constantly pet
and feed them, shit two inches from the liter box and look at you while they are
doing it. They climb on everything and can some one please and I mean it, please
tell me why they like to lay on your computer keyboard when you are trying to
surf, type or do something constructive? I am serious, its hard to do anything
anymore on the computer when they are around, because I am almost sold on the
fact that when I am out and gone, they hold a town meeting to think of ways to
irritate the hell outta me. So when I come home and turn on the laptop or go to the
fridge, here they come, one after the other, meowing, whining, biting and making
me feel like the lousiest parent in the dam world. Like they are starving or don’t
get enough attention from me as it is, enough doesn’t ever seem like enough
when they want you to stop your dam life and pay attention to them.
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