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
(exclusively on www.theoriesofthought.com)
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Upon furthering down this path I am joining you in right now, lets first take this
moment to enjoy it for truly, what it is and is worth to both of us. Right now, out of
the millions of things you could be doing, you are reading what I am writing. I know
it, you know it, so now know this, I am aware at what is at stake if anything, and
truly know the importance on how I think you are waiting to read what I am writing
and writing about. And don’t get it twisted, it doesn't’t stop there, far from it and I
know it. It only starts where I just left off, and a self defining process that
stimulates and is created from being self motivate, it is also vital that I examine
what level I am currently at and on and what direction I am a bout to travel in this
theory. Now, seeing how this is coming from an absentee ballot form that will
eventually, tell you why I was gone so long and where I had went to, understand
the level I am attempting to reach for in this action of text. Right now, I am feeling
great! Not good or pretty good, but great, and I define that in a strange but usual
way. First of all, I have had enough stress and satisfaction in my world today, and
the balance along with eating a great meal the night before to help me sleep just a
little bit better, made a difference on my outlook today. After waking up with the
correct, not right, but correct amount of sleep, blended into what my body needed
to operate at its optimum best, I was setting a great foundation for what has
happened today, in my opinion. Upon fully reflecting on the taste that is gone but
still lingering, my coffee was great, you know, the usual Venti Soy Tuxedo Mocha
and it really just tasted better than better, and brought upon a comfort I have been
chasing since I first tried this drink. The weather was great for a day like today,
and looking forward to it, was evident by my feeling on the moment I was in. The
weather, sunny enough to drop the top in my car, yet breezy to watch the limbs on
the trees sway a little and remind you how powerful mature nature, really is. It’s a
day where you want or need to be with the one you love, and notice a little bit
more, those in love, not appreciating the blessing this day has brought to all of us.
My emails were busy but not overwhelming. Some funny, some chain mail and
many comments from you my viewers, wondering where the next theory is, and
how when reading many of the classic ones already up, remind them on why they
start reading me at all. Thank you, thank you for staying and hanging around and
being supportive, I really appreciate it, thank you. But as I calmly ask you to exit or
get off of that appreciation level I just gave you, lets get back to defining the day I
am attempting to place in a portrait. As things became to shape into form, the
new and routine phone calls came in terms of personal and business related
matters, and was the same more or less in melancholy and inspiring. My day was
clear enough for me to be busy, have enough time to make time to put this theory
down for you today, while also enjoying the moment fully and unconditionally free.
In some ways, my life has settled down, but me being I, and taking apart each
word, phrase and moment, I am not settling on anything, and even if I was, I can
tell you this for a fuckin’ fact, it wouldn’t be down if I did settle. "Always up" is one
of my mottos, and not saying I always end up on top, it is definitely in the plans
when I set out to do something. I know that’s a cliché’, but fuck that, settling
down, I am not settling on anything, and ready to rip this theory a new one to shit
out of. Now, imagine your definition of Chicago. Not the city per se, Oprah, Michael
Jordan, The Blues Brothers or the great restaurants and jazz clubs, busy airport
or something isolated, but one of its other nicknames that stands alone when
mentioned. The "windy city" is what they call it, so if you have been there or not,
understand that to be named that, understand how windy, windy really is. Imagine
you are there, in Chicago, on the windiest days ever and you are not prepared for
what is about to come because you don’t realize why they call the city, "the windy
city". Literally free your mind and deeply imagine that there is a gust of wind that
blazes by you, literally taking you off of the ground and has you hanging onto a
lamp or light post like you are caught in a wind tunnel machine. With your legs
lying horizontal to the ground, you are hanging on for dear life, but also amused
like you are on a scary roller coaster ride at the state or county fair. There are
things flying pass you, but you are holding on for dear life and loving the fact that
you hate this has happened to you at the time you hadn’t prepared for.
(exclusively on www.theoriesofthought.com)
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Upon furthering down this path I am joining you in right now, lets first take this
moment to enjoy it for truly, what it is and is worth to both of us. Right now, out of
the millions of things you could be doing, you are reading what I am writing. I know
it, you know it, so now know this, I am aware at what is at stake if anything, and
truly know the importance on how I think you are waiting to read what I am writing
and writing about. And don’t get it twisted, it doesn't’t stop there, far from it and I
know it. It only starts where I just left off, and a self defining process that
stimulates and is created from being self motivate, it is also vital that I examine
what level I am currently at and on and what direction I am a bout to travel in this
theory. Now, seeing how this is coming from an absentee ballot form that will
eventually, tell you why I was gone so long and where I had went to, understand
the level I am attempting to reach for in this action of text. Right now, I am feeling
great! Not good or pretty good, but great, and I define that in a strange but usual
way. First of all, I have had enough stress and satisfaction in my world today, and
the balance along with eating a great meal the night before to help me sleep just a
little bit better, made a difference on my outlook today. After waking up with the
correct, not right, but correct amount of sleep, blended into what my body needed
to operate at its optimum best, I was setting a great foundation for what has
happened today, in my opinion. Upon fully reflecting on the taste that is gone but
still lingering, my coffee was great, you know, the usual Venti Soy Tuxedo Mocha
and it really just tasted better than better, and brought upon a comfort I have been
chasing since I first tried this drink. The weather was great for a day like today,
and looking forward to it, was evident by my feeling on the moment I was in. The
weather, sunny enough to drop the top in my car, yet breezy to watch the limbs on
the trees sway a little and remind you how powerful mature nature, really is. It’s a
day where you want or need to be with the one you love, and notice a little bit
more, those in love, not appreciating the blessing this day has brought to all of us.
My emails were busy but not overwhelming. Some funny, some chain mail and
many comments from you my viewers, wondering where the next theory is, and
how when reading many of the classic ones already up, remind them on why they
start reading me at all. Thank you, thank you for staying and hanging around and
being supportive, I really appreciate it, thank you. But as I calmly ask you to exit or
get off of that appreciation level I just gave you, lets get back to defining the day I
am attempting to place in a portrait. As things became to shape into form, the
new and routine phone calls came in terms of personal and business related
matters, and was the same more or less in melancholy and inspiring. My day was
clear enough for me to be busy, have enough time to make time to put this theory
down for you today, while also enjoying the moment fully and unconditionally free.
In some ways, my life has settled down, but me being I, and taking apart each
word, phrase and moment, I am not settling on anything, and even if I was, I can
tell you this for a fuckin’ fact, it wouldn’t be down if I did settle. "Always up" is one
of my mottos, and not saying I always end up on top, it is definitely in the plans
when I set out to do something. I know that’s a cliché’, but fuck that, settling
down, I am not settling on anything, and ready to rip this theory a new one to shit
out of. Now, imagine your definition of Chicago. Not the city per se, Oprah, Michael
Jordan, The Blues Brothers or the great restaurants and jazz clubs, busy airport
or something isolated, but one of its other nicknames that stands alone when
mentioned. The "windy city" is what they call it, so if you have been there or not,
understand that to be named that, understand how windy, windy really is. Imagine
you are there, in Chicago, on the windiest days ever and you are not prepared for
what is about to come because you don’t realize why they call the city, "the windy
city". Literally free your mind and deeply imagine that there is a gust of wind that
blazes by you, literally taking you off of the ground and has you hanging onto a
lamp or light post like you are caught in a wind tunnel machine. With your legs
lying horizontal to the ground, you are hanging on for dear life, but also amused
like you are on a scary roller coaster ride at the state or county fair. There are
things flying pass you, but you are holding on for dear life and loving the fact that
you hate this has happened to you at the time you hadn’t prepared for.
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