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.
When The Ceilings Tha’ Floor Page 2
(exclusively on www.theoriesofthought.com)
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Your instincts kick in and you instantly become the person you never knew you
could be, and reality becomes a dream and nightmare at the same time which in
all actuality, is your now new found reality you must, deal with. There are
moments you want to let go, but you can’t for the fear of the unknown, which is
why you grab a hold to your new best friend a bit tighter to wait for the second you
can. You are enjoying the stimulation and rush, while dam near petrified at this
situation that defines The City you are in. Now, and only now, replace Chicago with
your mind and imaginative thoughts you have created. Change the lamppost into a
moment, this moment, and hold on tightly to this magical and historic moment like
your life depends on it. You have already experienced the moment before in
memory but not in reality, and not yet come to terms with the moment in the
future you have imagined, so your choice, is to hold on tightly to it right now. That’
s the scene I want to take right now, so as I hope you enjoy this new theory, I also
hope and pray you hold on to this moment. This moment is special, and lets
cherish it together in an unconditional way. Because if you know it or not, it will
never come back, and what you put into it now, will prepare you for the next one.
Enjoy The Moment my family, friends and viewers, and lets get started. Oh yeah, if
you can’t tell, I think I might be back like it is the first time (smile).
Well yes, it’s been a while and I am returning to your screen with a humble
happiness I hope I can share my feed back on with your effort, time and insight to
my outlook. Now if you are wondering where in the hell I have been, well lets just
say I was silently upholding my soon to be peers in spirit, by acknowledging and
supporting the cause they feel are rightfully owed, bestowed to and earned by
them. Boy, that was a mouth full of shit you just read wasn’t it (smile)? Well what
the hell, you know what you just signed up for at this moment, so expect to eat a
bunch more while reading some diarrhea in this welcome back theory I am about
to serve you. And yeah, I said I was about to feed you some shit, diarrhea to be
more specific, but it is good shit, trust me. That shit that makes you wonder if this
is what shit really taste like if it was a fancy smancy meal at a fifty star restaurant
because in a way, the way it is prepared, it taste a lil’ bit like chicken. So yeah, I
will serve this to you in a rich and creamy soup form so you won’t choke on it, and
that’s why I call what I write some times, diarrhea, " The Smooth Shit". Oh yeah, if
you are wondering what planet I am on right now, or trying to figure out if I am
playing or being serious, just remember I am being a little bit of both. Let me also
alert and warn you that like clock work, I may flip flop on you in a minute, the
second you forget I remembered to. But I am talking about the strike by the writer’
s guild, and how they have stood strong in the things they believe in. Now I am not
a part of the writer’s guild, but somehow felt by mentioning them and associating
myself as a writer, not an author, but a writer, I could slip that one pass ya. I know
that was a stretch, but it did sound a bit convincing though, didn’t it? I had you for
a second and more proof that I have never claimed to be a professional or
classically trained writer, though it is now, one part of my new professions. So tell
me, how are you? I mean seriously, how you are doing this very fine moment? I
am fine, great actually and only ask you that question to hopefully make you grin,
smile, smirk and answer it to yourself in all sincerity. Now as you know, I write for
many singular reasons, and do so daily if you or I, know it or not. I’ve written very
often recently, and within those writings not yet printed or published to you, a
special occurrence happens while formulating how I wish to display them. To me,
that everything from me within the confines of my words, revolves around the title
and subject, but also do so when a connection comes into play with other factors
not containing the two elements previously mentioned. How I see a theory being
displayed is really cool to me, and how I create such a portrait, all revolves around
the many elements that make up its existence. One reason I have been absent
from your computer screen is that I have been doing what I promised to myself a
while back, and it took a little bit of time to get half way through it. You see I have
been traveling. Traveling around the world and talking to many that met me once
upon a time, and didn’t really remember me for what I stood for until I returned.
(exclusively on www.theoriesofthought.com)
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Your instincts kick in and you instantly become the person you never knew you
could be, and reality becomes a dream and nightmare at the same time which in
all actuality, is your now new found reality you must, deal with. There are
moments you want to let go, but you can’t for the fear of the unknown, which is
why you grab a hold to your new best friend a bit tighter to wait for the second you
can. You are enjoying the stimulation and rush, while dam near petrified at this
situation that defines The City you are in. Now, and only now, replace Chicago with
your mind and imaginative thoughts you have created. Change the lamppost into a
moment, this moment, and hold on tightly to this magical and historic moment like
your life depends on it. You have already experienced the moment before in
memory but not in reality, and not yet come to terms with the moment in the
future you have imagined, so your choice, is to hold on tightly to it right now. That’
s the scene I want to take right now, so as I hope you enjoy this new theory, I also
hope and pray you hold on to this moment. This moment is special, and lets
cherish it together in an unconditional way. Because if you know it or not, it will
never come back, and what you put into it now, will prepare you for the next one.
Enjoy The Moment my family, friends and viewers, and lets get started. Oh yeah, if
you can’t tell, I think I might be back like it is the first time (smile).
Well yes, it’s been a while and I am returning to your screen with a humble
happiness I hope I can share my feed back on with your effort, time and insight to
my outlook. Now if you are wondering where in the hell I have been, well lets just
say I was silently upholding my soon to be peers in spirit, by acknowledging and
supporting the cause they feel are rightfully owed, bestowed to and earned by
them. Boy, that was a mouth full of shit you just read wasn’t it (smile)? Well what
the hell, you know what you just signed up for at this moment, so expect to eat a
bunch more while reading some diarrhea in this welcome back theory I am about
to serve you. And yeah, I said I was about to feed you some shit, diarrhea to be
more specific, but it is good shit, trust me. That shit that makes you wonder if this
is what shit really taste like if it was a fancy smancy meal at a fifty star restaurant
because in a way, the way it is prepared, it taste a lil’ bit like chicken. So yeah, I
will serve this to you in a rich and creamy soup form so you won’t choke on it, and
that’s why I call what I write some times, diarrhea, " The Smooth Shit". Oh yeah, if
you are wondering what planet I am on right now, or trying to figure out if I am
playing or being serious, just remember I am being a little bit of both. Let me also
alert and warn you that like clock work, I may flip flop on you in a minute, the
second you forget I remembered to. But I am talking about the strike by the writer’
s guild, and how they have stood strong in the things they believe in. Now I am not
a part of the writer’s guild, but somehow felt by mentioning them and associating
myself as a writer, not an author, but a writer, I could slip that one pass ya. I know
that was a stretch, but it did sound a bit convincing though, didn’t it? I had you for
a second and more proof that I have never claimed to be a professional or
classically trained writer, though it is now, one part of my new professions. So tell
me, how are you? I mean seriously, how you are doing this very fine moment? I
am fine, great actually and only ask you that question to hopefully make you grin,
smile, smirk and answer it to yourself in all sincerity. Now as you know, I write for
many singular reasons, and do so daily if you or I, know it or not. I’ve written very
often recently, and within those writings not yet printed or published to you, a
special occurrence happens while formulating how I wish to display them. To me,
that everything from me within the confines of my words, revolves around the title
and subject, but also do so when a connection comes into play with other factors
not containing the two elements previously mentioned. How I see a theory being
displayed is really cool to me, and how I create such a portrait, all revolves around
the many elements that make up its existence. One reason I have been absent
from your computer screen is that I have been doing what I promised to myself a
while back, and it took a little bit of time to get half way through it. You see I have
been traveling. Traveling around the world and talking to many that met me once
upon a time, and didn’t really remember me for what I stood for until I returned.
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