<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250</id><updated>2012-02-08T21:37:32.409-08:00</updated><category term='sports love'/><category term='MUSIC'/><category term='Grown Folks Topics'/><category term='Thinking out loud'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='movies'/><category term='end of times'/><category term='Superbowl pick'/><category term='Red White and BLUE'/><category term='Grr Argh'/><category term='Zombie apocalypse'/><category term='Time for change'/><category term='Damn you responsibility'/><category term='good times ahead'/><category term='Work life'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Endurance'/><category term='horror poem'/><category term='sinfest; woman trouble'/><category term='WWE'/><category term='Turkey Day'/><category term='Background guy steps up'/><category term='Dire Situation'/><category term='Mind on the loose'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Lockout'/><category term='I love HER'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='NSFW'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Thought Bubbles'/><category term='video'/><category term='work place nonsense'/><category term='free your mind'/><category term='Rapture'/><category term='keep it real'/><category term='Words on a page'/><category term='Zombies attack'/><category term='juggalos'/><category term='Stranger Danger'/><category term='Terribly sorry was that your foot?'/><category term='Hell on Earth'/><category term='Just joking maybe'/><category term='Babble'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Quickie but good'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Jibber jabber'/><category term='Wrestling'/><category term='Female Form'/><category term='Party time'/><category term='praise deserved'/><category term='Drama-mentary'/><category term='NFL thoughts'/><category term='Hood Living'/><category term='Martin Luther King Jr'/><category term='Family Talk'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='MLK Day'/><category term='phone wisdom'/><category term='work thoughts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='comfy joy'/><category term='Deepest part of a shallow pool'/><category term='LIVE ON'/><category term='Booty for days cheeks for a life time'/><category term='Holiday joy'/><category term='Dreams of better things'/><category term='pain'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='get in where you fit in'/><category term='Election day'/><category term='Rap attempt'/><category term='Mind warp'/><category term='should i stay or should i go'/><category term='Suicide Girls'/><category term='Aging gracefully'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Sex Appeal'/><category term='Who am I?'/><category term='hair cut'/><category term='Aftermath'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Anarchy'/><category term='End of an era'/><category term='Phone thoughts'/><category term='powers that be'/><category term='Ring Ring'/><category term='Preach'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Holiday talk'/><category term='goodbye 20s'/><category term='juggalettes'/><category term='good times'/><category term='Want to go now'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Government'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='I JUST WANT TO BE FAMOUS'/><category term='meal-a-minute'/><category term='mind over meaning'/><category term='memories'/><category term='New Tomorrow'/><category term='Say what now'/><category term='the plan'/><category term='Feelings nothing more than feelings'/><category term='blowout'/><category term='future thoughts'/><category term='fresh starts'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='positively positive'/><category term='looking for a better tomorrow'/><category term='DAMIEN'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Not bad too sad'/><category term='Desperate Dreams; fantasy; Phone wisdom'/><category term='friends'/><category term='women'/><category term='dssportsblog.blogspot.com'/><category term='deep in thought'/><category term='Twenties were crazy'/><category term='Insane Clown Posse'/><category term='workplace nonsense'/><category term='Vent freely'/><category term='None'/><category term='Said I&apos;m easy. Easy like Sunday morning'/><category term='late night thoughts'/><category term='Moody'/><category term='St Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='slumber'/><category term='sinfest.com'/><category term='Future is NOW'/><category term='Good vs Evil'/><category term='Holy crap stick'/><category term='Wish hope pray Believe'/><category term='Childhood Memories'/><category term='Places I call home'/><category term='99%'/><category term='Beginnings'/><category term='Clearing my mind'/><category term='Desperate Dreams'/><category term='Thoughts; phone wisdom; it&apos;s human'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='Til it&apos;s over but it&apos;s far from over'/><category term='explodingdog.com'/><category term='blah'/><category term='lady lust'/><category term='Swype test'/><category term='Leaving this life'/><category term='morbid abyss'/><category term='cheer up emo kid'/><category term='hackers rule the world'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='LotR; jamba juice; chai; humorous'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Holiday work'/><category term='Sex love openness'/><category term='Love is'/><title type='text'>Dustin Says...</title><subtitle type='html'>Think Feel Speak WRITE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6167377691755062514</id><published>2012-02-08T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:37:32.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash away yesterday</title><content type='html'>Drown your sorrows away with whiskey and regret or maybe with hope and pale ale. Whatever the day brings just enjoy that tomorrow will never come along faster than needed. We all have needs and when they are not met that's when life truly puts us to the test. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-23ye4_9EzFo/TzNbmxyP2sI/AAAAAAAAA9c/XbWeBhUzjuU/s640/blogger-image-1690762102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-23ye4_9EzFo/TzNbmxyP2sI/AAAAAAAAA9c/XbWeBhUzjuU/s640/blogger-image-1690762102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6167377691755062514?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6167377691755062514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6167377691755062514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6167377691755062514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6167377691755062514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2012/02/wash-away-yesterday.html' title='Wash away yesterday'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-23ye4_9EzFo/TzNbmxyP2sI/AAAAAAAAA9c/XbWeBhUzjuU/s72-c/blogger-image-1690762102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-647318671522743600</id><published>2012-01-26T03:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:04:07.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombie apocalypse'/><title type='text'>U gotta change</title><content type='html'>Time has come and gone yet you remain the same. &lt;br /&gt;Time has past you bye, why is it like this you choose to stay?&lt;br /&gt;Your loved ones told you the truth, couldn't you hear it through their tears?&lt;br /&gt;They weren't trying to control you my friend, they simply spoke out of fear. &lt;br /&gt;They fear the direction you were going and the path you chose to take. &lt;br /&gt;They feared those you surrounded yourself with, they all knew those characters were fakes. &lt;br /&gt;Your best interest they had in mind when they pulled out that gun. &lt;br /&gt;Those who don't care just run and hide, but your family are the feeling ones&lt;br /&gt;They feel the pain of the zombie bite and the disease coursing to your brain. &lt;br /&gt;For this epidemic there is no cure and that bullet is the only way. &lt;br /&gt;Don't bite at them Don't fight and most of all don't scream. &lt;br /&gt;The cries from your undead mouth is horrific and will already haunt your families dreams. &lt;br /&gt;So don't question your wife taking aim and why your brother loads that gun. Don't ask about your mothers tears while she be holds the sight of her zombified son. Yes the apocalypse is here the one so many have feared, and you dear friend are an early victim I warned you of the look on that dog who bit you on the rear. So now my brother you are going down I'll put you down myself my son. We must end this humanely and quickly my friend thank God we all are packing big guns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-647318671522743600?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/647318671522743600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=647318671522743600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/647318671522743600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/647318671522743600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2012/01/u-gotta-change.html' title='U gotta change'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-95095649088804106</id><published>2012-01-21T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:30:45.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Game On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is the day the bay has been waiting for. San Francisco back in the conference championship. It'd been a long time since those days. No steve young No jeff garcia, now is Alex Smith's time.&amp;nbsp; The question that will be answered is will this&amp;nbsp; niner defense outlast Eli &amp;amp; his hot offense. Coughlin's boys chose the right time to get hot &amp;amp; by&amp;nbsp; hot I mean ON FIRE. so this could be THE game of the weekend, so the only question is where&amp;nbsp; will you be watching it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-95095649088804106?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/95095649088804106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=95095649088804106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/95095649088804106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/95095649088804106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2012/01/game-on.html' title='Game On'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6871378312558855837</id><published>2012-01-17T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:30:20.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex love openness'/><title type='text'>Lets talk about sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again we don't have to &amp;amp; just say we did, that's what works for most boys ages 11 &amp;amp; above. &lt;br&gt;Sex through the ages has been such a sensitive subject, which is odd as it's a most necessary part of life. I guess the issue is with every passing generation the talk becomes more &amp;amp; more free. Also the previous generation feels this free talk lacks substance. No matter how hip &amp;amp; trendy you strive to be the sex talk of the young will rub your older sensitivities the wrong way.&lt;br&gt;Not saying the older one gets the less sex will matter. It's just simply that with age the talk gets well old &amp;amp; the experienced would choose to just do. Don't need to hype up the marathon sessions or brag of the morning role play. Whips &amp;amp; Chains (or Viagra &amp;amp; Lube depending on the advancing of age) speak for themselves much more then tweets &amp;amp; status updates. &lt;br&gt;I guess the idea of subtly has become a lost art form &amp;amp; I for one miss the beauty of a double entendre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6871378312558855837?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6871378312558855837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6871378312558855837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6871378312558855837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6871378312558855837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talk-about-sex.html' title='Lets talk about sex'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8964182321305066657</id><published>2012-01-14T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:08:32.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Anyone</title><content type='html'>Ok this was a truly great game but let's not get ahead of ourselves. The packers aren't going to roll over and just let the 9ers return to glory. &lt;br /&gt;Of course if the Giants pull the upset tomorrow I'm sure the 49ers will stomp them on the way to the big game. Now as far as winning it all that's the tricky part. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, the NFC was far better the AFC this year but let's not forget about the awesomeness that is Tom Brady. He's been there done that and proved himself repeatedly. After tomorrow I'll make my final picks as the Houston vs Ravens game is a bit of toss up. Both I feel are great but only the Ravens could unseat Tom and his Patriot army. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8964182321305066657?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8964182321305066657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8964182321305066657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8964182321305066657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8964182321305066657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2012/01/superbowl-anyone.html' title='Superbowl Anyone'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-453821753900188106</id><published>2012-01-04T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:36:47.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hackers rule the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger Danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just joking maybe'/><title type='text'>Internet as a weapon</title><content type='html'>The net is a dangerous place. The WorldWideWeb allows us to be our core selves and trust me that's not a good thing. The sweet girl next door is a mind raping hell slut behind closed doors when given the ultimate in web based freedom. That sweet church going boy from childhood has awaken his inner bitch slapping hell unleashing pimp when a private gateway to the world is left open. Doubt me all you want but I know far too well what the net can allow people to become. Parental locks do nothing more then slow the inevitable. The only way for it to change is if the idea of PRIVACY is permanently taken away. Of course Internet and privacy truly doesn't exist. If you put it online someone will see. More people then you'd think the problem is no one truly understands to what extent their privacy is a falsehood. We have all been exposed from the moment we first logged on. Yeah sure you may only check emails and never click a single ad, but what about your bestfriend you know the closet porn junkie. His exposure is YOUR exposure. It's a shame really. What started as the ultimate tool that was to unite the world has in turn endangered us all. We all seem to fear nukes and the threat of terrorism. Never recognizing the likely hood of our end being met by such means is so unlikely we might as all go play the lotto. So why stress the BIG stuff when it's the little things that have already guaranteed our early demise? I don't know but I do know 1 thing. You've read this blog log enough for me to access via your IP your Hard drive and your files including your browser history and frankly you should be ashamed of yourself  &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tdJE6KneZh8/TwUMvpq3V1I/AAAAAAAAA6k/J05YltsQwwk/s640/blogger-image--443138615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tdJE6KneZh8/TwUMvpq3V1I/AAAAAAAAA6k/J05YltsQwwk/s640/blogger-image--443138615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-453821753900188106?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/453821753900188106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=453821753900188106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/453821753900188106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/453821753900188106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2012/01/internet-as-weapon.html' title='Internet as a weapon'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tdJE6KneZh8/TwUMvpq3V1I/AAAAAAAAA6k/J05YltsQwwk/s72-c/blogger-image--443138615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2912009201240633012</id><published>2012-01-02T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:10:17.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up smiling...1 more month</title><content type='html'>Feel free to ask yourself the important questions in life like who was the first to combine chocolate and peanut butter or why can a whining cat match the sound of a crying baby but a yelping dog sounds like a tortured soul. Are dogs demons and cats some form of cherub angel. Lord I hope not cuz I've been known to kick a cherub then haha. Anyway those are just some of the things my mind comes up with when it gets time to reflect. That being said I think I'll watch some mind numbing television. &lt;br /&gt;A month and a few days til I get another year into thirty. Still cool with thirties think I won't lose it until forty is upon me. Those days are a ways off at this point though. So until then I will wake up smiling and sleep with a grin. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jcyhYyN4Jvs/TwKNuI-cUuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VsLumOzxQsA/s640/blogger-image-2027996765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jcyhYyN4Jvs/TwKNuI-cUuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VsLumOzxQsA/s640/blogger-image-2027996765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2912009201240633012?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2912009201240633012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2912009201240633012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2912009201240633012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2912009201240633012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2012/01/wake-up-smiling1-more-month.html' title='Wake up smiling...1 more month'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jcyhYyN4Jvs/TwKNuI-cUuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VsLumOzxQsA/s72-c/blogger-image-2027996765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3050291570260130300</id><published>2011-12-31T01:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:12:36.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Appeal'/><title type='text'>World full of colors</title><content type='html'>The ever changing face of beauty is shifting a bit more these days. No longer is tall, leggy, busty, and blonde the end all of beauty. Heck the country is even recognizing we aren't so much just black and white anymore. Often we seem to go through phases and it seems a new shift has come. So now beauty is becoming more and more brown. Black Latina Indian Middle Eastern more and more women of color are becoming even more desirable with each passing day. Personally I love watching this change. The Girls Next Door were fun and all, but give me that hottie across the street anyday haha&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_JqqjQljzLk/Tv7R-CzRsiI/AAAAAAAAA50/6Cl1nwjBViI/s640/blogger-image-1645329113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_JqqjQljzLk/Tv7R-CzRsiI/AAAAAAAAA50/6Cl1nwjBViI/s640/blogger-image-1645329113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GTZYXg2oTyc/Tv7R-SgTuWI/AAAAAAAAA58/0dMYB5fyiEA/s640/blogger-image--1464368637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GTZYXg2oTyc/Tv7R-SgTuWI/AAAAAAAAA58/0dMYB5fyiEA/s640/blogger-image--1464368637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ll3wzbmqsUU/Tv7R-nJVGmI/AAAAAAAAA6E/cBcIMQbej9M/s640/blogger-image-1919558823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ll3wzbmqsUU/Tv7R-nJVGmI/AAAAAAAAA6E/cBcIMQbej9M/s640/blogger-image-1919558823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vzx2fC-8CYU/Tv7R-zLHeWI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Yk7YpHy0aQc/s640/blogger-image--238947611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vzx2fC-8CYU/Tv7R-zLHeWI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Yk7YpHy0aQc/s640/blogger-image--238947611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3050291570260130300?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3050291570260130300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3050291570260130300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3050291570260130300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3050291570260130300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/12/world-full-of-colors.html' title='World full of colors'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_JqqjQljzLk/Tv7R-CzRsiI/AAAAAAAAA50/6Cl1nwjBViI/s72-c/blogger-image-1645329113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5866261058045454701</id><published>2011-12-25T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:26:36.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to be Merry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing says happy holiday like cream flavored/infused booze. Good times with family leading to good times with friends. Let the bubbly flow &amp;amp; the good times will keep rolling on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vUHcMFJ7T0g/Tvf3e1_hbYI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CgHDsrvstrA/IMAG0377-1.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5866261058045454701?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5866261058045454701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5866261058045454701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5866261058045454701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5866261058045454701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/12/way-to-be-merry.html' title='Way to be Merry'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vUHcMFJ7T0g/Tvf3e1_hbYI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CgHDsrvstrA/s72-c/IMAG0377-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-7691014104000426005</id><published>2011-12-20T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:09:10.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>HO HO Holiday</title><content type='html'>Though not the best holiday season I've enjoyed, each day is a gift and that's the only thing that I should focus on. Take life day by day and only then will you truly appreciate the moments. That's what each and every life breaks down to, the moments. I'm not talking moments that take our breath away or moments that shall forever stay memorable. No, I'm speaking of those in between times we so often take for granted. Not every moment in life can be an epic one, but don't thumb your nose at the in betweens. In between moments are necessary to make the special epic and even to make the horrible ones not seem continuous. So I cherish my in betweens for they are what gives me perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-7691014104000426005?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/7691014104000426005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=7691014104000426005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7691014104000426005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7691014104000426005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/12/ho-ho-holiday.html' title='HO HO Holiday'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2915163033683966812</id><published>2011-12-12T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:41:16.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free your mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>We all have memories we wish we could change, but that's life's cruelest joke. Why give us memories we wish hadn't been when that's all those moments can ever be....memories! That's right keep your past in the past. So what things didn't go your way at that particular moment. It happens to the best of us. The trick is to move on and learn and grow from those past mistakes. Bad relationship? Ok then date someone different then your ex next time. Gave up to soon on yourself? That's a shame, have faith that next time it will work out for the best. This is very important to remember. Never doubt yourself or your abilities. You may be very impressed to find out just how awesome you truly are. &lt;br /&gt;Though it's an over expressed cliche its almost impossible to lead a regret freer existence. Regret is going to happen, unless you are a heartless bastard then you are so wrapped up in yourself Regret would never have the opportunity to creep in. For the rest of us though the trick is not to avoid regret   it's to not let those past regrets ruin your present day to day. We all have had missed opportunities or bad experiences with so called love ones. The thing is if we focus to much on what could have been we will miss out on the what's to come. New experience is around every corner so don't avoid the corners in life constantly looking behind yourself. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JYa6WVOfUl8/TuXaS2rENTI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gupxuq7Mafw/s640/blogger-image-533082346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JYa6WVOfUl8/TuXaS2rENTI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gupxuq7Mafw/s640/blogger-image-533082346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2915163033683966812?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2915163033683966812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2915163033683966812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2915163033683966812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2915163033683966812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/12/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JYa6WVOfUl8/TuXaS2rENTI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gupxuq7Mafw/s72-c/blogger-image-533082346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-7865991206008385176</id><published>2011-12-01T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:15:24.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company emotions</title><content type='html'>So companies are openly making social decisions now? Chic-fil-A has been exposed for being against same sex couples.  Now while I can appreciate so many of you being up in arms over this explain this to me....the company having that stance means what exactly? The CEO feels this way, the board of directors, or am I to believe each occupant of every chicken shack the company runs feels the same way. If that's the case BOYCOTT if you must, but seeing as that's unlikely let's not cost our brothers and sisters in the blue collar trades their jobs in order to prove a point to a CEO or Governing body who, like most corporations, couldn't care less for what you and I feel. This is America and sadly this America is home to corporate giants who treat us like sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dustin B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Home%20&amp;z=10'&gt;Home &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-7865991206008385176?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/7865991206008385176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=7865991206008385176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7865991206008385176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7865991206008385176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/12/company-emotions.html' title='Company emotions'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1551277071271827937</id><published>2011-11-27T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:56:50.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJE part 1</title><content type='html'>Things are hectic these days. People the world over have flocked to this little diner in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania for the answer to the universal religious question WHAT WOULD JESUS EAT (WWJE..llo). &lt;br /&gt;The second coming was nothing like the scriptures foretold, in fact it wouldn't have happened at all if this new wave a celebrity chefs and cheftestants using his name in vein. No not the Goddamns or the Jesus Christs when being cut (either physically or ejected from competition). In fact HE could care less about our so called curses, he finds them funny really. No, the issue he had was everyone praising this or that about their food their cuisine their pallets. You've seen the shirts "So good even Jesus would bow down"  "Recipes only the Lord could've made, until now" "good food blesses the world, Duck what ya heard".&lt;br /&gt;These sayings and slogans these ideals of superiority they rang loud on high and brought on great disgust from all the angels the apostles and the big man himself. These people all had to stop and it was obvious only the holy one can do it. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus would return to put a stop to these acts of insanity by all of food reality society. Yes we all knew reality television would be the destruction of us all and here it is. From the holy beyond the Lord made his epic return and brought with him the truest contest the world has ever seen. For all those so called Holy Cooks the challenge has been made. To save humanity you must impress the Holy one and if we fail the end shall come. So ladies and gentleman let the games begin, brought to you by the one and only church with your host Ryan Seacrest (well Kirk Cameron was invited but frankly Jesus found him abrasive). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1551277071271827937?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1551277071271827937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1551277071271827937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1551277071271827937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1551277071271827937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/11/wwje-part-1.html' title='WWJE part 1'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4130764907652404445</id><published>2011-11-21T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:11:44.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How it goes</title><content type='html'>Life is taking me away from my passions as reality is setting in that passions are moving into the distant past and dreams are becoming blurry memories. &lt;br /&gt;Still I shall dream on because I am a glutton for punishment. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4130764907652404445?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4130764907652404445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4130764907652404445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4130764907652404445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4130764907652404445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-it-goes.html' title='How it goes'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3775789496636339369</id><published>2011-11-10T00:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:34:34.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powers that be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><title type='text'>Corporation USA</title><content type='html'>You can't take a step without the country's commercialism being thrust upon you. It's beyond crazy this what the nation has come to. A nation that began by violently taking its freedom now finds itself under control of businesses it brought to life. The money making machine makes the laws and legislation that feeds it's growth and has reached the point there is nothing the "little guy" can say or do to right the ship. &lt;br /&gt;But still we try...&lt;br /&gt;We must never give in or else what limited freedoms we have left. You know before they take the remainder for the greater good of the almighty dollar. So fight damn you fight, stand up and make yourself heard. We deserve the same opportunity for growth the so called "people's government" have given the corporations and their leaders for generations. It's time for "For the people By the people" to mean something again. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o7Hs9r7L7i8/TruMmYnJDEI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NrcgxHfDSSU/s640/blogger-image--333829471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o7Hs9r7L7i8/TruMmYnJDEI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NrcgxHfDSSU/s640/blogger-image--333829471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3775789496636339369?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3775789496636339369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3775789496636339369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3775789496636339369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3775789496636339369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/11/corporation-usa.html' title='Corporation USA'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o7Hs9r7L7i8/TruMmYnJDEI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NrcgxHfDSSU/s72-c/blogger-image--333829471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-9099528603636740368</id><published>2011-11-09T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:32:23.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The open world of thee</title><content type='html'>Save the date&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time&lt;br /&gt;These words will resonate through time. All history may seem like a mystery, but only because you refused to recognize the rhythm you know life's ebbs flows all set to a rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;The ups the downs they call out for meaning though no one understands why they need meaning. Why can't we let things be, somethings should remain unexplained, let rhyme and reason give way to time and apathy. &lt;br /&gt;What does this all mean? Nothing and that's the point simply typing to stretch my fingers. So sorry you bothered to read these silly words that I wrote. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wkNdHZqPsuI/TrsbljG-rqI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kTUtAQEYz8A/s640/blogger-image--1761212152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wkNdHZqPsuI/TrsbljG-rqI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kTUtAQEYz8A/s640/blogger-image--1761212152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-9099528603636740368?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/9099528603636740368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=9099528603636740368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9099528603636740368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9099528603636740368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/11/open-world-of-thee.html' title='The open world of thee'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wkNdHZqPsuI/TrsbljG-rqI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kTUtAQEYz8A/s72-c/blogger-image--1761212152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-7037121623640332217</id><published>2011-10-29T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:02:25.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><title type='text'>Break room BS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today tomorrow &amp;amp; anywhere in between, nothing you say or do changes the day to day existence of those around you. Most things worth saying are rarely said whereas things to keep to yourselves are often spoken aloud. It's just a fact of life that the worst things possible rarely happen but the next to worse always happen. Life is full of surprises yet it often repeats itself so how are we always surprised? Just a little food for thought I suppose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0yDYCPI1QYo/Tqx35BKkEaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/LjRb5dvMIjw/5266528608_0dbffef8ec_o.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-7037121623640332217?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/7037121623640332217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=7037121623640332217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7037121623640332217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7037121623640332217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/break-room-bs.html' title='Break room BS'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0yDYCPI1QYo/Tqx35BKkEaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/LjRb5dvMIjw/s72-c/5266528608_0dbffef8ec_o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3092246802041665049</id><published>2011-10-27T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:12:23.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><title type='text'>Work thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Figured it's time to try out my work rants from my new location. Winco has been just fine to me, lots of memories of fun deli days of yore. One big memory floods to my brain though. I really don't want to do this for life. Nothing against those who do, but even still this just isn't for me in any kind of long term way. That being said, where do I go from here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3092246802041665049?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3092246802041665049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3092246802041665049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3092246802041665049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3092246802041665049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/work-thoughts.html' title='Work thoughts'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3268572323325488056</id><published>2011-10-15T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T18:01:58.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger fail</title><content type='html'>Damn app for iPad has crashed. Am now subjected to an app designed for iPhone meaning crappy service for iPad user. Need to find something better or my posts will become shorter and shorter with no interesting pics or lengthy posts so so sad right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wjQ9xvF0y8M/TpotBaWk39I/AAAAAAAAAq0/n3kUCQHa2es/s640/blogger-image-681181064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wjQ9xvF0y8M/TpotBaWk39I/AAAAAAAAAq0/n3kUCQHa2es/s640/blogger-image-681181064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3268572323325488056?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3268572323325488056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3268572323325488056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3268572323325488056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3268572323325488056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/blogger-fail.html' title='Blogger fail'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wjQ9xvF0y8M/TpotBaWk39I/AAAAAAAAAq0/n3kUCQHa2es/s72-c/blogger-image-681181064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-907564734480369137</id><published>2011-10-14T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:30:11.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it is</title><content type='html'>Enjoying this new OS for my iPad. Another success feather in the cap of Apple. It seems crazy how far tech has advanced in a decade ya know. Well as a junky of all things new I must say I'm pleased with where we are at and I'm anxiously waiting to see where we will go next.Back to the moon? Naw that's too boring for modern man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-907564734480369137?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/907564734480369137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=907564734480369137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/907564734480369137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/907564734480369137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-it-is.html' title='So it is'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3475439936682514165</id><published>2011-10-12T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:31:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Freely</title><content type='html'>So what can be said? Speaking my mind comes naturally, but never out loud. I speak through my fingers as I type what I feel. I express using the written word in my texts that's how I keep it really REAL.  Life is never easy but bottled up emotions keep things hard. Express for self expression do what you must to let them all see who you are. So always stay true and never forget to speak. With vocals With words In writing In song let your story ring out. Let everyone around get a chance to know who you really are. May they never miss out on the awesome uniqueness that is YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3475439936682514165?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3475439936682514165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3475439936682514165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3475439936682514165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3475439936682514165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/speaking-freely.html' title='Speaking Freely'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4243241516259325617</id><published>2011-10-10T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:47:42.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love HER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words on a page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><title type='text'>Power On</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5662091729713000738'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-byirP7HQbWI/TpPKbds4cSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/SxOTmLNnD_A/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world on his shoulders, the struggle never quits. He keeps us steady upright and proper all the while no thanks given no praise bestowed. Why does he do it? No one truly knows, most in his situation would drop the giant ball that is this existence. Why do we pile on, adding more to this poor man's burden? Cuz we are evil bastards that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the next challenge to move to grow. Work has begun and I can't wait to get into the full swing of things. Have a family to take care of and I refuse to drop the ball. If I prove myself and make real nice I can try and move up through the ranks. Who knows I maybe dragged back out to Vegas when they open the new store in 2012 but that's a distant idea for now. With that said on to DAY 2 and a much better tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4243241516259325617?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4243241516259325617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4243241516259325617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4243241516259325617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4243241516259325617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/power-on.html' title='Power On'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-byirP7HQbWI/TpPKbds4cSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/SxOTmLNnD_A/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1091000943466820887</id><published>2011-10-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:34:47.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aging gracefully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy crap stick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperate Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftermath'/><title type='text'>The circle seems to be closing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mc5c9tMOYJ8/SlFJ9TddCvI/AAAAAAAAApw/PqAWX9p5Qs0/s1600/Rest+In+Peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mc5c9tMOYJ8/SlFJ9TddCvI/AAAAAAAAApw/PqAWX9p5Qs0/s320/Rest+In+Peace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It May seem a bit crazy for me to say, &amp;nbsp;but a lot of people seem to be dropping lately. I mean yes I know people are born and die everyday, but I'm just seeing a wave a death hitting us. Everywhere I turn another death is being reported. Another life lost. Another mind vanquished. Yes it's all part of the grand plan, but what if the plan isn't all that it seems? We shall never know what is truly intended for us. Hell, it doesn't say anywhere that end the end we will even find out what we were meant to do. Frankly we just may never know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly death isn't what frightens me at night, its the never knowing what could have been. Now we all fear the unknown, but this bit of unknown goes on unspoken. Think about all the millions of directions your life could have taken. Everyday is filled with choices that shape and change our existence. So ever wonder what might have been had a few just a few different choices had been made. Think about this, as few as 4 difference choices made by an individual can radically shape how said person would end up. So I'm saying One or Two early choices may be the deciding factor of whether you will be Rich or Poor and also help shape whether you die at 50 or 90. Life is all about choices, so I ask you are you happy with the choices you have made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1091000943466820887?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1091000943466820887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1091000943466820887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1091000943466820887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1091000943466820887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/circle-seems-to-be-closing.html' title='The circle seems to be closing'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mc5c9tMOYJ8/SlFJ9TddCvI/AAAAAAAAApw/PqAWX9p5Qs0/s72-c/Rest+In+Peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5402233584534069473</id><published>2011-10-08T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:38:48.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dssportsblog.blogspot.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Said I&apos;m easy. Easy like Sunday morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL thoughts'/><title type='text'>Football on the brain</title><content type='html'>Due to the untimely demise of Mr. Al Davis I'm thinking of all the weirdness that has transpired thus far in the NFL. For me being an Eagles fan this first quarter of the football year has been especially hard. 1 - 3 with the talent on the team is just completely unacceptable. Last in the East and looking up at Washington YES Washington in first in the division. This is going to be one weird ass year. &lt;br /&gt;Another intriguing story are the teams from my beloved SF Bay Area. The surprising 49ers (3-1) and the never say die Raiders (2-2). Both showing a lot more potential then most believed at the start of the season. Heck I'll admit I had the 9ers dead in the water before the first kick off. Shocking to ke is they are one OT loss away from being 4-0 along with the defending champ Packers and the finally Mighty Lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5661269950207853458'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CJP_x1gdFlY/TpDfBme7g5I/AAAAAAAAAqg/WmcKSKrOPQ8/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='142' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Lions this team has proven themselves to me and I hope come Monday Night facing Chicago the rest of the nation will be shown these aren't the Lions we've all gotten used to. These are the Lions who finally perform up to the level expected for years and years. This talented group should have been winning for awhile now, but finally everything is coming not sync.&lt;br /&gt;The fun thing on the year to me is seeing a defending Superbowl champion actually performing like a champion. The team crowned the best of the last year has returned and have continued to show they are the best. &lt;br /&gt;The ultimate thing that comes to mind while watching the season thus far is this, "When Peyton is in, what exactly does the offensive coordinator do?". This year the Peyton-less Colts are showing just how important he is, because without him they are looking like one of the worst in the league. So that being said it makes you wonder why the offensive coordinator had a job when Peyton was healthy. Talk about the easiest job in the league.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway can't wait until Sunday to see how some of these story lines work out for the weeks ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5402233584534069473?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5402233584534069473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5402233584534069473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5402233584534069473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5402233584534069473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/football-on-brain.html' title='Football on the brain'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CJP_x1gdFlY/TpDfBme7g5I/AAAAAAAAAqg/WmcKSKrOPQ8/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8602024772754968913</id><published>2011-10-05T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:25:09.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise deserved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Jobs 1955-2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="blue"&gt;You shall never be forgotten...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5660245952928529474'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0TCNYEudNO4/To07tHWlvEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/R3QDGXHyaK0/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='256' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Today we have lost a great innovator a modern marvel of technology AND marketing. Apple went from being the company Gates betrayed and was ready to kill to the company behind some of the best tech in history. The letter i has an entire new meaning thanks to Steve Jobs. iPhone iPad iPod iOS are the leaders in our modern day activities and though it took a large team to create it took 1 mind to envision. Thank you Steve for all you have brought to the world and we hope you have found peace amongst the greats. Your vision lives on and with every swipe of a finger to a screen your Legend will live on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8602024772754968913?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8602024772754968913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8602024772754968913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8602024772754968913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8602024772754968913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/jobs-1955-2011.html' title='Jobs 1955-2011'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0TCNYEudNO4/To07tHWlvEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/R3QDGXHyaK0/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-7588546569237494026</id><published>2011-10-04T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:16:52.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><title type='text'>$£¥€</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5659795422009293442'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bApWprPZ5Gc/Touh8w4--oI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OJTkOi-wyk4/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='207' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at it in the morning. Excited to finally be earning again, but nervous of what's to come. Not sure what to expect and have no clue as to the people I will meet. It's been awhile since my last grocery store crew and I can only hope this new batch of people will be as interesting, fun and genuine as the last. Not too worried have always been blessed with majority awesome co workers just hope to keep up that trend. Come 8am I should hopefully find out all the good and the bad which is to come in this new position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-7588546569237494026?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/7588546569237494026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=7588546569237494026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7588546569237494026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7588546569237494026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='$£¥€'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bApWprPZ5Gc/Touh8w4--oI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OJTkOi-wyk4/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8903202167947945315</id><published>2011-10-04T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:23:18.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yelping like crazy now that there is more to explore</title><content type='html'>oh the things I do with my free time a swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Yelp Badge - get your own at http://www.yelp.com/bling --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1px"&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px; height:40px; overflow:hidden; line-height: 100%; background-image : url(http://embed.yelpcdn.com/bling_borders?color=000000&amp;width=350&amp;BGcolor=006633&amp;position=top&amp;height=40) "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://embed.yelpcdn.com/static/201012161522729853/img/p.gif" style="height: 20px; width: 40px; margin-top: 2px; margin-left: 155px; margin-right: 155px; border:none; "/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/user_details?userid=tw6KwvLkOPReL-geTn9jgA" style="font-family:arial; color:#33CC33; font-size: 12px !important; "&gt;Recent reviews by Dustin B.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="350" height="295" scrolling="no" src="http://www.yelp.com/blogbadgemap?v=2&amp;amp;userid=tw6KwvLkOPReL-geTn9jgA&amp;amp;width=350&amp;amp;height=295&amp;amp;uicolor=000000&amp;amp;textcolor=33CC33&amp;amp;type=latest&amp;amp;speed=20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px; height:15px; text-align : center; line-height: 100%; background-image : url(http://embed.yelpcdn.com/bling_borders?color=000000&amp;width=350&amp;BGcolor=006633&amp;position=bottom&amp;height=15) "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/bling" style="font-family:arial; color:#33CC33; font-size: 12px !important; "&gt;What&amp;#39;s this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- End Yelp Badge - get your own at http://www.yelp.com/bling --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8903202167947945315?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8903202167947945315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8903202167947945315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8903202167947945315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8903202167947945315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/yelping-like-crazy-now-that-there-is.html' title='Yelping like crazy now that there is more to explore'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-7845972596557147086</id><published>2011-10-03T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:07:40.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pettiness</title><content type='html'>We all have vices, things that infuriate us to our core, this is mine. Petty people petty acts just all around pettiness. It takes a small mind to do so many little petty annoying acts. Just thinking about it drives me crazy to the point I shake. Where is this thought process coming from you ask? It's really quite simple. It's Monday night therefore my wife had me watching the Bad Girls Club.... So much stupidity stuffed into one hour of television it is simply amazing. Why do these women EXIST?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-7845972596557147086?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/7845972596557147086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=7845972596557147086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7845972596557147086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7845972596557147086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/pettiness.html' title='Pettiness'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2827425969050405279</id><published>2011-10-01T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:07:35.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye 20s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>What's old is new again</title><content type='html'>Love me some rock music. Fortunately two of my favorite bands released new albums this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5658664310680616450'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-I2cbctmYHvg/ToedNa1MfgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/U5SF9GdHQwA/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that right I ran out and bought Blink today and I must say I'm happy I did. Finally my truck is filled with sounds other then Foo Fighters or Eminem. I buy music rarely, but when I do invest I believe I make solid decisions as what would be worth listening to. What makes me sad is my change of taste these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5658664315585252626'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ETBg2xpoTGc/ToedNtGjTRI/AAAAAAAAAp8/h5o6MC5XZmc/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='181' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink isn't the only former favorite to release new material, but my former faves brought forth material that, though honest to their original sound, I just didn't feel myself getting into. This being the fact has made me question has my taste completely changed with age. I used to live and die musically based on a handful of artists: Staind, ICP, Eminem, and a collage of works from the Offspring, Green Day, Chili Peppers, and Foo. Now looking at my traveling CDs (yes I said CDs! I refuse to fold to Steve Jobs and his world dominating devices of control! &lt;font color="red" size="1"&gt;Written on my iPad&lt;/font&gt;) I only bring along things done by Foo Fighters, Eminem and now Blink. Staind and AFI formerly my favorite artists don't even come close to making the cut for non radio listening, oddly enough AFI fueled electronica group BlaqAudio makes the cute when I feel like dancing though. (side note: by dance I mean slide my butt back and forth in my seat. Ya know like a dog with a funky itch.) though I can still fake some Juggalo swagger I'm so far outside of the Psychopathic Family it's mind-blowing to ever think I was one of them. &lt;br /&gt;I guess what it all breaks down to is, 30 is as farm from 20 as humanly possible so it's only sensible for tastes to change. What I must recognize is those changes don't mean I'm in any way a different person they I ever was. I'm still the one and only D and the young D is still in me. Oh also recognizing things change with age this will be the last post where I ever make any mention of my quote unquote SWAGGER. Never again shall I type any form of Swagger or Swag. I'm far to mature to speak of the swagga as it's an ignorant word to begin with. As most have retired CRUNK from their vocabulary let me be the first to start the death of SWAGGER.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2827425969050405279?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2827425969050405279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2827425969050405279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2827425969050405279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2827425969050405279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-old-is-new-again.html' title='What&amp;#39;s old is new again'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-I2cbctmYHvg/ToedNa1MfgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/U5SF9GdHQwA/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1100590282888569907</id><published>2011-09-30T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:20:12.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dustin213butler/6199497400/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/6199497400_51231e443f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dustin213butler/6199497400/"&gt;Ghetto sunset&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dustin213butler/"&gt;Dustaquarius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beauty is all around us. It's up to us to find it. In the back alley of the industrial area of Long Beach I found some beauty I wouldn't have bothered to notice before. Life is what we make it and this view reminds me of such&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1100590282888569907?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1100590282888569907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1100590282888569907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1100590282888569907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1100590282888569907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/ghetto-sunset.html' title='Ghetto sunset'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/6199497400_51231e443f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-229988652754573902</id><published>2011-09-29T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:30:38.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5657928079990080418'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--w0AalOq-MI/ToT_nJyEQ6I/AAAAAAAAApI/aVGlLifAeAo/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='207' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New job, New location and the chance to make some new friends. Can't wait til my first day just to see what my time will hold. Have high hopes for the new tasks I have signed up for. I'm excited to get back to something I had fun doing before but I do still worry I may find it not as fun as my memories hold. Oh well no matter how hard the work I just look forward to the chance to get back to earning my way through life. Of course if between now and then I come into a windfall of money I won't be mad at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-229988652754573902?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/229988652754573902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=229988652754573902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/229988652754573902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/229988652754573902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/under-week.html' title='Under a week'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--w0AalOq-MI/ToT_nJyEQ6I/AAAAAAAAApI/aVGlLifAeAo/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3071453549191848498</id><published>2011-09-25T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:12:57.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future is NOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red White and BLUE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grown Folks Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Bad medicine</title><content type='html'>Talking with my wife got me thinking. I understand the medical system is flawed due to greed and/or stupidity, but how is it the FDA approves drugs to hit the market that side effects are worse then the problems they are trying to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5656439181259394786'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zLzG-mWu_mI/Tn-1d1yRTuI/AAAAAAAAApA/ck06qtqvt38/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='225' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really think about it. The other day, while watching commercials, I realized how bad some of these side effects could really be. Now we all know the ridiculousness of depression medicines giving you suicidal thoughts, thus defeating the purpose. That being said, have you heard of the medicines for digestion giving you diarrhea and/or constipation? I don't know about you but that sounds like you still have digestion issues. The newest one I heard yesterday was a drug used to assist the depression medicine you are already using, ya know just in case you still feel depressed. So this drug has common side effects like dry mouth, headaches, sore throat stuff, but the last two side effects named kind of blew my mind. This drug, that is supposed to cover up for the fact your other drug isn't working, has side effects including HIGH BLOOD SUGAR and LOW WHITE BLOOD CELL COUNT. Think about that for a second, they are asking you to take a medicine that's side effects are equal to symptoms you get from having Diabetes and AIDS. I don't know about you, but those side effects alone would cause my depression to worsen for sure.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask anyone out there reading this, why do we allow our doctors to prescribe us things that will force us to return to them for another prescription and more money out of our pockets? This shit is getting ridiculous. I for one am tired of taking a drug for my lifelong high blood pressure that could possibly cause me kidney failure if I don't go to the doctor every six month to make sure I'm not killing myself. It's an outright crazy situation. Hell, my diabetes medicine can lead to extremely LOW blood sugar. Yeah that's right to cure my Diabetes they are willing to give me anemia. Yeah I'll either die of a STROKE if I don't take them or I slip into a COMA if I do. I'm sick of this system and I hope some real change will come in my lifetime so we all could lead happier healthier and wealthier lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3071453549191848498?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3071453549191848498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3071453549191848498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3071453549191848498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3071453549191848498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/bad-medicine.html' title='Bad medicine'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zLzG-mWu_mI/Tn-1d1yRTuI/AAAAAAAAApA/ck06qtqvt38/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5983919709699824275</id><published>2011-09-24T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:36:25.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words on a page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Feeling sketchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5656012299937034722'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-fbbQhyOvMQU/Tn4xOE78seI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZIBeexzygjM/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='255' height='191' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneasy and unaware. My surroundings out of focus. Life as good as it ever can or will be. And if it's all the same to you my time for change has come and gone. So ready for the new to begin again, you know what they say, when one door closes a window gets a brick through it letting opportunity in. So my friends I ask you who are your bricks. Who helps shine the light on the bigger and better things in your lives? Yeah that's what I thought, you've allowed me to be that brick. I take the task seriously so please allow me to break the glass and let some light shine through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5983919709699824275?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5983919709699824275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5983919709699824275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5983919709699824275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5983919709699824275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-fbbQhyOvMQU/Tn4xOE78seI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZIBeexzygjM/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5346260056519514410</id><published>2011-09-19T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:57:05.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSFW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>NSFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5654301354255931538'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uwzaahfKC-o/TngdH7lvWJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/94nmkyEDt3I/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='222' height='224' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true my thoughts are not always meant for a work type environment, and as I'm heading back into the working world soon I thought it'd be best if maybe I get all these NSFW thoughts out now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER SLAP FRUMPY WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;NOW &lt;br /&gt;NEXT STOP FROWN WRINKLES&lt;br /&gt;NATURE SIMPLY FOLLOWS WRECKAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea what any of that means but I'm sure if I went around my new job spouting off these sayings for all to hear my job would probably be short lived haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5346260056519514410?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5346260056519514410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5346260056519514410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5346260056519514410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5346260056519514410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/nsfw.html' title='NSFW'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uwzaahfKC-o/TngdH7lvWJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/94nmkyEDt3I/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1364517116199742790</id><published>2011-09-16T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:43:25.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dssportsblog.blogspot.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL thoughts'/><title type='text'>The year ahead...AFC Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5653090678383028754'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-onCsfps2VKs/TnPQBUgXqhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pUjG8pzTCIY/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='270' height='137' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week one has come to a close and some very surprising events have happened. My NFC picks largely remain the same, but the AFC in my eyes has been turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;AFC East&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bills- now they won their first game thoroughly against the chiefs, but my view hasn't changed as the chiefs are far from impressive. Bills will end up where they always do at the bottom of the division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets- Rex wants to will them to first but sadly the arch rivals in New England won't let that happen. 2nd in the division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphins- good year ahead but as they already know good isn't much in a division like this. Greatness gets you first good rings in third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriots- return to GREATNESS garners them a solid first in the division. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;AFC South&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texans- finally this team is geared to live up to their potential for the first time. Thanks to the upcoming absence of Peyton Manning from Indy the Texans even giving their normal mediocre efforts are a shoe in for first in this dismantled division. They have the talent to dominate it's finally time for them to live up to their hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colts- no Manning sadly means no chance. Yes one player in normal circumstances does not make a team, but Peyton IS the offense and without him the endzone will seem like a faint memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaguars- cutting your starting QB a week before your opening game is sure signs of a rebuilding season. It will be interesting to see what can and will be built. Bottom of the division seems to be the destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titans- Chris got his money now if only yards produced would lead to victories. Either way due to the colts downfall the door has been opened and this team is primed to go through it. 2nd in the division looks to be their final resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;AFC North&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengals- last in the division is the only thing they will be fighting for. Maybe then next years draft can help them get the missing piece to a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browns- though they have long resided in the gutter this is their year to improve and prove they are worth a look. They will challenge any team they face, but sadly the top two teams in this division will still keep them down for now. This year they will prove themselves worth fearing, but it will be next year where they can make a move out of third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravens- though it will be a tight battle as usual this year they will top Pittsburgh and not only win the division they will challenge for the conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steelers- hey 2nd in this division still gets you a trip to the playoffs where Big Ben has always shined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;AFC West&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chargers- playoff tested team, all star QB and time tested coach. The only team in the division that can say that. Surprisingly this fact will get them second to the unlikeliest team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiefs- sharp drop in skill means sharp decline in wins. Look for them to visit the cellar once again as they have for so many years before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broncos- new coach same mistakes. QB issues will never rest until the organization gets on the same page for consecutive days for the first time in seasons. Good talent goes to waste here they will be in a fight with KC for dead last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiders- talent and determination will finally lead to success for a storied franchise who haven't won since the beginning of the previous decade. The less we here from Al the more successful the team becomes. Maybe just maybe the old timer will allow the team to win without his presence stinking up the joint. First in the division as long as management doesn't interfere with what's actually working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1364517116199742790?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1364517116199742790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1364517116199742790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1364517116199742790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1364517116199742790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/year-aheadafc-edition.html' title='The year ahead...AFC Edition'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-onCsfps2VKs/TnPQBUgXqhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pUjG8pzTCIY/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4280012291529235741</id><published>2011-09-12T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:08:32.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIVE ON'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep in thought'/><title type='text'>The nomad lives on</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5651691249345517250'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EzsU5zKDAT8/Tm7XP1FsVsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YtrASuJxOWE/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='275' height='275' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have now added the &lt;font color="red"&gt;562&lt;/font&gt; to my list of lived area codes. this list seems to forever be expanding. Every few years I seem to find a new place to call home. I dream of settling, but a place to truly settle never comes. Why is that? Is it me or is it my locations? Am I just never satisfied in one place or do these places simply grow tired of me? I can never truly know. The people I encounter insure me I have made a difference in their lives. Frankly that is the ultimate goal of life, in my opinion, to reach out and positively affect as many lives possible. What better way to measure a life then in smiles and love? So though I'm forever passing through while I'm in that space it's best to be the best me I can be. So with that idea the best me I can be should breed nothing more then positivity correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4280012291529235741?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4280012291529235741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4280012291529235741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4280012291529235741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4280012291529235741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/nomad-lives-on.html' title='The nomad lives on'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EzsU5zKDAT8/Tm7XP1FsVsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YtrASuJxOWE/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6062654426966551456</id><published>2011-09-10T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:46:49.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times ahead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Said I&apos;m easy. Easy like Sunday morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL thoughts'/><title type='text'>it begins..the year as I see it</title><content type='html'>Week 1 has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5650989477394774066'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wAmGhCReLQ0/TmxY_U2V-DI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ua0_kIQW8Rc/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='265' height='176' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is upon us and the 2011 season has begun. We all endured a lockout and this season being up in the air. All that is the past the season has begun the first game was a wild one too bad the Saints were unable to run (last play of the game on the 1 yard line. Your team is a passing team, but instead of doing what you do best a run straight up the middle is called. Of course it failed it was doomed from the beginning). Now my attention turns to my beloved Eagles as overhyped as they may be. The Rams aren't much of a challenge, but anything can happen in the NFL. &lt;br /&gt;Eagles have the eyes of the world on them thanks to a crazy productive shortened offseason. Well the season is on and my team better be as well. Only time will tell, but I can't wait to find out for sure. So cheers to a good season and I certainly hope a successful Eagles' campaign. &lt;br /&gt;Now for the fun... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" size="4"&gt;The year as seen by D! &lt;br /&gt;NFC addition&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5650989482760768306'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CQw4quqEI90/TmxY_o1sizI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JqTtc_HMNtk/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='142' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;NFC NORTH:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikings- though I Love Mcnabb this is the beginning of the ugly Viking end, honestly last year was but the woes will continue. I say now they will be last in the NFC North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears- not sure on this one. It's not a bad team, but don't see them dominating as much as they used to. I'm guessing 8-8 plus or minus one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lions- lots of big talk surrounding this team, but it's a little hard to digest. To get the Lions back to playoff form will take not just putting a good team on the field, but it will also take changing the entire culture of losing the team has established for so long. That being said this will be their year to do so. Think it's impossible? Well tell that to the Sean Payton era Saints! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packers- yes they are the defending champs and it helps they won the opening game of the season, but let's be real. It's incredibly hard for a champ to repeat and though they won it was an ugly game with no defense shown which could have been easily won by the the Saints had they called the right play at the end. I'm saying 2nd in the division under the Lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;NFC SOUTH:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buccaneers- like the team and they are really good, but sadly they are in one tight division where it can be anyone's to win. Don't know but don't think this will be the year 2nd in the division and two games outside of the playoffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panthers- ok know how I said it's anyone's division to win? Yeah, I wasn't speaking of this crew of ragamuffins. Cam's first season will be a success but sadly rookie QBs get you last in this division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falcons- it's theirs to lose in my eyes. Yes the Bucs and Saints are both good but the Falcons will rule the south this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saints- the first game showed me one thing. They will put up some amazing offensive stats this year, but the defense will lead them straight to third in the division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;NFC EAST:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles- I've said it all in my above post. Not only will they take the division they will be in the fight to take the conference in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giants- one manning down leaves all eyes on little bro. Yes he has a ring but the spotlight burns.. Third in the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redskins- why are they even bothering. Yes I may be bias as I'm a McNabb guy through and through, but Shanahan &amp; son are going to run an already bad team even lower. What is this Major League? Are the redskins going to be headed LA way if they keep producing crap seasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys- I hate them I HATE them I HATE THEM!!! That being said last year was a fluke and this year they will return to the playoffs once again and a solid 2nd n the division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;NFC WEST:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rams, Seahawks, Cardinals- this division doesn't matter, but this should be the year that anyone can return to the promised land especially since 7-9 can take the division. I'm seeing a three way tie for crapiness here so it's really a coin toss. Maybe all the promise of Kolb greatness may give the Cards the edge, but as I was never a follower of the Kolb I'm kind of doubting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49ers- they aren't even going to try this year. Harbaugh wants his college star and if you honestly think they planned on winning this year explain More ALEX SMITH. I mean really, haven't we all abandoned that ship yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6062654426966551456?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6062654426966551456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6062654426966551456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6062654426966551456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6062654426966551456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-beginsthe-year-as-i-see-it.html' title='it begins..the year as I see it'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wAmGhCReLQ0/TmxY_U2V-DI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ua0_kIQW8Rc/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5957841162137902975</id><published>2011-09-08T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:02:25.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep in thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Art as life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5650236252121235458'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4XvmwTww9qc/Tmmr72C4gAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/e3FdtDJgafM/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='275' height='194' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Let's talk about art shall we? Frankly what is art? Honestly no one knows. I personally dig street art, graffiti, and other creative acts. Problem is I'm goody two shoes enough to recognize the problems with vandalizing someone else's property. Think about it, no matter how cool something looks the person that painted, tagged, etched or demolished it into existence would probably be pissed if you came along and done the same thing to the largest wall of their house. Also Art is difficult because good looking things are deemed art, but what of the ugly. By definition all examples of self impression should be deemed art, however we as individuals have an inherent ability to dismiss anything we don't perceive as beautiful or things we don't understand. Every picture every five year old ever made should share the same walls of national museums along side Pollock or Van Gough, but that will never happen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5650236258406371474'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gMcYnuu3LsA/Tmmr8NdYEJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tag0tnIawnM/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='250' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="yellow" face="Futura"&gt;So I ask you, what is art and do you honestly like it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5957841162137902975?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5957841162137902975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5957841162137902975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5957841162137902975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5957841162137902975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/art-as-life.html' title='Art as life'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4XvmwTww9qc/Tmmr72C4gAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/e3FdtDJgafM/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3826181166858967932</id><published>2011-09-07T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:47:32.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind warp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell on Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get in where you fit in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>High School drama</title><content type='html'>Remember the days. First day of freshman year. Four years of possibility laid out in front of you. You walk through the halls unsure unaware if you'd find acceptance or be relegated to the outskirts the outside looking in at all the kids who you had wished you would become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5649753099034034498'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W-van8_jz08/Tmf0goiWAUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/btu99fB3tvc/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='195' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking from your home room to algebra you saw something very intriguing in the hall. It was your ultimate fear placed on poster board the BACK to SCHOOL dance was fast approaching. Every one in school would be attending and you couldn't afford to miss it, but should you actually brave the crowd and go? First High School dance the ultimate fork in the road of our early teens. That dance can lead to utter humiliation ultimate elation or there is always the third option. A humdrum night which means you may just live the under the radar life for the following four years. I sadly had the third, which is neither bad nor good it is what it is. &lt;br /&gt;1995 freshman year De La Salle high school. Me and a jr high friend attend the dance together which I still don't understand why I mean I guess she was being my pity date, but how is it pity if I didn't even like her like that? Anyway we arrive separately take like 1 picture she goes off with her girls I go off with my homies and I don't remember us spending another moment together for the rest of the night. The only thing I remember positive about the night is one of the cooler guys from my class was so jealous I was going with her. He thought she was hot so in his eyes I was the man, which is a feeling I've never had before and I must say I enjoyed it. So I must say thanks to Katy for giving that one brief moment of coolness, trust me it was never felt again in the next four years. Who knows if I had stayed in DLS I might have achieved that level of greatness again but my evil parental units snatched me away after one year and shipped me off to craptastic Bishop O'Dowd (not a bad school, but anytime you enter a new school sophomore year and not knowing a single soul you are destined to have horrible memories of the place). &lt;br /&gt;Now O'Dowd may have been better remembered if I had been better at reading women. Not knowing a soul I had a very cute classmate basically begging me to attend the very same start of the year dance I had no problem attending my freshman year, but this was a new school with new kids and I was so far on the outside and completely oblivious to the fact the girl obviously liked me I just didn't bother to go. Of course this blew my shot at an early high school relationship (which are so key to dating life survival) and somewhat tainted the only friendship I had formed at the moment. Let's just say the remaining three years becoming a blur of blown opportunities and other random anomalies. So ya see kids that first dance can set up so much more then learning how to cope in the crowd, it really is important to prepare you for the years ahead. Trust Frosh &amp; Soph years are so important to establish early successes or you will be in for a world full of pain. &lt;br /&gt;After relieving these memories I can only say one thing.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD I'M 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3826181166858967932?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3826181166858967932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3826181166858967932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3826181166858967932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3826181166858967932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/high-school-drama.html' title='High School drama'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W-van8_jz08/Tmf0goiWAUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/btu99fB3tvc/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1914314945726198979</id><published>2011-09-06T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:37:32.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><title type='text'>Make it happen</title><content type='html'>Keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;Get it going&lt;br /&gt;Watch what happens next&lt;br /&gt;Keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;Get it going&lt;br /&gt;This is proving to be one hell of a test&lt;br /&gt;Keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;Get it going&lt;br /&gt;Just let me prove I can do my best&lt;br /&gt;Keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;Get it going&lt;br /&gt;We WILL definitely ace this test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1914314945726198979?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1914314945726198979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1914314945726198979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1914314945726198979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1914314945726198979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/make-it-happen.html' title='Make it happen'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5722064796916034332</id><published>2011-09-04T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T15:51:25.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><title type='text'>Just keep going</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5648640848852200610'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vNKvd1bdbxU/TmQA7JuYrKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4kT46rk63SY/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='275' height='275' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Courier"&gt;Life as I know it has stayed unchanged. People all around me still look at me strange. Unclear Unsure Unaware yet still knowing with a helping hand we will soon to be glowing. Life has drawn me away from my more creative self while looking for a living my other life of words and creativity must be placed on the shelf. Is this how the local executives loose their sense of self. Putting away the imagination so they could find a home that fits them best. When creativity is shelved what remains is utter crap. The leftover brings us 80s movie remakes and white girls who are convinced they can rap. This is an epidemic and I'm on ground zero so I guess I'll have to continue writing so I can become the imaginations' Hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5722064796916034332?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5722064796916034332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5722064796916034332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5722064796916034332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5722064796916034332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-keep-going.html' title='Just keep going'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vNKvd1bdbxU/TmQA7JuYrKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4kT46rk63SY/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3326957517135280351</id><published>2011-08-27T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:28:26.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times ahead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep in thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Sky's the Limit</title><content type='html'>Cloudy days give way to sunshine tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/DustinSays#5645728092337120450'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-b6g0-AgB5Jc/TlmnyaIypMI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6C2GYiUIApw/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As longs as I think act and speak freely my life will be all it was meant to be. No more No less even with minimal effort. Now with troubles all over the planet crashing down upon us maybe it's time to find our higher purpose. &lt;br /&gt;So how does one find their calling? It's simply really, figure out what excites you, fascinates you, or makes you think laugh or smile. Once that's discovered the trick is how to turn that passion into your cash cow. This sadly I have no idea on how to do. Wish I did but sadly I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3326957517135280351?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3326957517135280351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3326957517135280351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3326957517135280351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3326957517135280351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/sky-limit.html' title='Sky&amp;#39;s the Limit'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-b6g0-AgB5Jc/TlmnyaIypMI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6C2GYiUIApw/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-666829557045926091</id><published>2011-08-23T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:10:10.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Female Form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twenties were crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grown Folks Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Not So Hidden Power</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about women for a change (inside joke for all, what, three of my loyal readers). Women are an amazing creation from the power on high. The world was formed man arrived and the picture was not quite complete. Man was running and jumping with the creatures of the land, and swimming and splashing with the fish in the sea. The creator looked upon this and said, "my favorite creation needs a counterpart so he can create more of himself". So he formed another more attractive a little wiser and far more sensitive version of man. Upon looking at this new being man said, "Father in the sky this is great and all, but I was enjoying my alone time. The creatures of the land never question me like she does and the fish of the seas listen to me with no question. This new WOman as you told me to call her seems to just tell me what I should be doing and frankly I'm tired of hearing her voice. Is there anything you can do for me oh lord? Upon hearing this the creator decided to make a few tweaks. Though woman was beautiful and wise he would make her always question her looks and never truly grasp her knowledge. Upon hearing his plans woman said "oh lord why am I being punished? It's not my fault that I was created second and thus an improvement on the original. Why must I change to make him happy?". The Creator simply smiled and let woman on a little secret. Without saying a word woman simply knew what the smile was about. &lt;br /&gt;Though due to man's wishes she was losing the ultimate sense of self she knew she was gaining other bonuses. The creator had given her knowledge of other things that man would never understand. She would have a weeklong time every month where, though she would have to endure a most annoying fact of female nature, she could get all her underlying frustration out on man for all his works. It's the first of her newly appointed powers which would be simply spoken by uttering three frightening letters. The second power was so obvious it was amazing she hadn't thought of it before. It's as evident as the nose on the ant eaters face or fat on a hippos belly. With this new gift she would be able to mesmerize man to the point he would forever know not what he do. Flaunting these blessing will get her the better fruit, get her the nicer horse, and have her lavished in the shiniest stones the garden had to offer. Yes woman had discovered the greatest gift bestowed to her&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink; font-family: Futura;"&gt;......BREASTS......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in man different shapes and sizes. They are the ultimate weapon to have been deployed in the battle of the sexes. Large or Small they are a straight attention grabber. Men and Boys alike are all mesmerized when in their presence. It doesn't matter who you are, you must appreciate all that they stand for. They are an essential part of the life giving duties of woman, but they can also be used for pure entertainment and of course for sexual satisfaction. They are great for all the senses. They FEEL great, they LOOK amazing, they TASTE yummy, and when the right fragrance is applied they can SMELL wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they truly are a marvelous creation and though we all love them we know they are tools designed to calm and control us. They lure us in. We sad innocent men of desire. They make us nothing more then weak excuses of our true selves because we are cursed to be forever blinded by our desires no matter how hard we try and fight them. Oh how we try to fight, but who are we kidding they are simply too strong for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why fight it. At this point let us tip our hats and admit defeat in hopes of receiving them as a pleasant treat. Women come Women go each time they take a piece of our souls. But in the end it's all been worth it as we are on the hunt for the pair that are perfect. Be them irregular Natural or Fake, they leave us all trembling in their wake. We want more time with each one we've met and they all know it, but that hasn't stopped us yet from trying to find another and another they are lovely gorgeous and sexy well all but our mothers. They are for more then our early life meals they are what helped us to understand true beauty is real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So praise to the boobs the hooters the racks, the bongos the melons the dainty tit traps that fall into cuddle suckle and hold. Shit we'd love to visit them all if we could be so bold. This may sound wrong raunchy or indecent heck you may even think me to be some lonely prepubescent, but the truth of the matter is I'm accepting of the world's oldest truth... Life with no women would be NO life worth living and that is the gods honest truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-666829557045926091?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/666829557045926091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=666829557045926091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/666829557045926091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/666829557045926091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-so-hidden-power_23.html' title='Not So Hidden Power'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2214166608400558239</id><published>2011-08-20T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:38:21.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings nothing more than feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red White and BLUE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good vs Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>How do we get anything done?</title><content type='html'>Reading a yahoo article on yet another candidate for presidency, listening to all the rhetoric, seeing how for CBN (Christian Broadcast Network) he changed his stance on abortion and Gay marriage (before he was let the states decide guy, now BAN them across the nation) it really hits me.... I love my country, but I hate what the governing bodies have done. What amazes me most is there is no further talk of civil war era type secession. Yes I know that's a bit extreme but I can't be the only way utterly disgusted by how ass backwards things have gotten thanks to our, rampant bipartisanship, our need to constantly put the other party in their place even if it means hurting the American public as a whole, and our complete lack of separation between church and state. "But D the church gives us our moral values by which we govern, so a true separation would be ludicrous", well I say BULLSHIT. Church though helpful to some, is not at the heart of what we should use to make our decisions by. What happened to common decency the ability to tell right from wrong, that wasn't implanted in us by a preacher. You know it's wrong to push an old lady in the street or to kick a young child in the face because it just IS. No one had to teach you that, no invisible deity had to explain to you that taking someone else's right to live is not in the best interest of society, no your humanity your decency your inner spirit and thought processes all guided you to that decision. You know what your church did teach you? How to hate, how to degrade, how to judge others and punish those that you are made uncomfortable by. All these lessons come to us from a supposed book of Love. I'm a long time scholar of religion and I find it amazing how many ways a group of people can read a sentence a book a passage of religious doctrine and take it in so many different ways. My absolute favorites are groups who by reading a book written centuries after the savior is gone can tell me that this same book is the direct words of that same savior. Also how the savior a man of understanding, love and peace wants them to deny groups, they personally see unfit, their rights to the same life the believers lead. Oh and the ultimate ass backward standard of our governing bodies religious ideal is the fact a direct passage from the savior states save the judgement for the father for it's not Mans place to make such judgement, but then these believers these followers these oh so Holy men and women turn around and make laws based on the judgements they where told it's not their place to make. A man and a man or a woman and a woman can't be married cuz God said so! Where in the hell does God say those words directly? Also if God has nothing to do with the matters of state why does your view on what God wants have anything to do with those men and this women's rights? I've grown tired of these arguments with no basis in common reality. I find myself frustrated with the way things work around me. Political figures that swear they will make changes do nothing more then make it to their appointed offices and fall right in line with the others. We need a change, no fuck that we need a freaking overhaul! We need people to care how the world is around them again. We need fire and passion to spew from the souls of our men and women in power. We need the almighty dollar and the holy bible to stop being what guides our political futures. The world needs Justice, Understanding, and most of all compassion for our fellow man. The planet is changing and it's not looking like for the better. In our remaining millennia or so of life on this planet I can only hope one day Utopias can and will be achieved. Peace and goodness for future generations is a lofty dream, but it's one we once had believed in. Now our largest goal is a stable economy and to avoid becoming property of China. This is a goal that is very achievable if we would stop focusing on party lines, stop listening to religious lies, and start doing what's right for the country as a whole not just for our individual selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2214166608400558239?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2214166608400558239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2214166608400558239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2214166608400558239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2214166608400558239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-do-we-get-anything-done.html' title='How do we get anything done?'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8875286729383158246</id><published>2011-08-20T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:18:22.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Welcome Welcome</title><content type='html'>Good news came today so now surviving can be achieved. Now it's time for me to step up my game so things that are good can remain the same. The bad may change as soon as it's ready, but I have the sinking feeling the silly crap will remain steady. I am definitely enjoying my time though I need to step up my social game. Time to get up and out and take full advantage of my new surroundings. Anybody ready to visit and hit the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Waves crashing, sand between the toes cool California breeze and now that the wifey is going to be working in HB (Huntington Beach) I figure while I search for a gig I could beach bum around Huntington for awhile. I mean what a great idea, a large black male bumming around an OC Beach; the locals would lavish me with love don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a look inside the mind of D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8875286729383158246?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8875286729383158246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8875286729383158246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8875286729383158246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8875286729383158246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-welcome.html' title='Welcome Welcome'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2266673556233968930</id><published>2011-08-18T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:42:01.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future is NOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIVE ON'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Still going strong</title><content type='html'>20+ years and still going strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642376355946564978'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FNE-x2sD8M0/Tk2_ZrFCDXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6PRGjbB5E80/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='277' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching weekly, reading behind the scenes stories and each day is as strong as the last.  It has been a lifelong passion a love for sports entertainment, and I refuse to be ashamed. Ok maybe a little, but hey what can I say, I just love the product. I remember the golden era of WWF wrestling. I remember being a little Hulk-a-maniac then a little warrior and finally a follower of King Macho Man. I remember the day I learned it was fake (went to a live show at the Oakland coliseum and saw Ravishing Rick Rude succumb to the punches of Jake the Snake though I could clearly see none had ever landed). I remember the days when the story lines where thought out, the company took time to establish stars and nothing was to big to attempt to pull off. Now the eighties product was corny, but the Nineties was the Golden Era and it simply broke down to one fact, Competition breeds excellence. &lt;br /&gt;That being said the deaths of ECW and WCW, hell even the sorry product that was JCW, have in turned paved the way to the demise of the WWE. Right now the only hope for pro wrestlings future falls to the final two factions, the WWE and TNA, to right their ships and bring a better product to American television then they have thus far. Same stars across two different companies doing the same story lines has lost the interest of the average fan. Frankly I'm not an average fan so I shall endure, but it's sad to see so many of my comrades falling off. However sad it seems watching the fan base diminish I can honestly say I am not the least surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642376364568600402'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XyZTH9_NCRM/Tk2_aLMr31I/AAAAAAAAAiE/2YsFXR2D9t4/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='215' height='252' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long gone are the glory days for the WWE, but there are gins that maybe just maybe a change is going to come. A new storyline involving new people in charge and new changes necessary changes are being alluded to. The return of the tag team, a hopeful reemergence of skilled Female wrestlers, and the opportunity for the old school to finally give way to the next generation wrestlers. Maybe just Maybe Cena will stop being the all or nothing superstar for the company. Maybe just maybe the people running the show can and will recognize there is some serious underused talents cluttering the locker room just dying to put on a great show. Love it or hate it that's what it's all about, all the blood sweat and tears just to put on the best damn show possible. All the haters who care about the fact it's scripted can just drop it, a show is a show is a show and that's all there is to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="blue" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2266673556233968930?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2266673556233968930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2266673556233968930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2266673556233968930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2266673556233968930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/still-going-strong.html' title='Still going strong'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FNE-x2sD8M0/Tk2_ZrFCDXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6PRGjbB5E80/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4388229302782754884</id><published>2011-08-17T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:57:47.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy crap stick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepest part of a shallow pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Picture this</title><content type='html'>Every now and again even the most serious professional type bloggers do things to bring attention to themselves. They pander to even the lowest demographic. They know by presenting certain images their views will go up and I don't care who you are we all Love ourselves some padded stats. So here I go.....Ladies bring me som views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009255307783042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qygigm5uMI8/TkxxhmoWK4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SF5vywX6HOk/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009271536747618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6d8PEePsi7E/TkxxijFohGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zPOuxBTuSH0/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009280276550930'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-N-xWu6l8lmI/TkxxjDpXVRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tcCRw876B_o/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009291666006098'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CHUe1oUC94o/TkxxjuE0oFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/pIeenFokSbQ/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='216' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should've covered just about everyone's likes.. What, that's not enough? Ok fine I can offer up some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009293656096194'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wKzz2F8xmsk/Tkxxj1fS_cI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BA6zj-4HOww/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='244' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009300495088674'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qXmhw0uVP34/TkxxkO91vCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UxgEfAUqppk/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='215' height='215' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009303021331826'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-r_rUZLufdHs/TkxxkYYJJXI/AAAAAAAAAho/XVVUQL7p8AU/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='188' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009312920714418'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5sWxklQuRJk/Tkxxk9QVvLI/AAAAAAAAAhs/F62Dzr8vucw/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='258' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009310392278546'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hysxONZHKbA/Tkxxkz1g3hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/G6bXb0OsxnA/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='182' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that should just about do it. What now? Oh the ladies want some love as well? Fine no one can accuse me of being bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009320436931314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MGl2KffU6hc/TkxxlZQWGvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9dU9SCHgkdk/s288/25.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='265' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009336518901490'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/--DcjwAHlYRc/TkxxmVKlfvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X8gEnCo8-zc/s288/26.jpg' border='0' width='173' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5642009339915381314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yeWy2JDrf2o/Tkxxmh0XqkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ZGL9qZT0ybw/s288/27.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok something is definitely off with the last guy but who knows someone out there maybe in the market for some unique loving haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4388229302782754884?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4388229302782754884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4388229302782754884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4388229302782754884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4388229302782754884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/picture-this.html' title='Picture this'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qygigm5uMI8/TkxxhmoWK4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SF5vywX6HOk/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3186508894358020924</id><published>2011-08-14T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:26:59.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more moves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5640903605160799730'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mekf4pKKVAw/TkiD8S3UbfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/1lyfnni61XA/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a stalemate with life. Think this week will be the make it or break it and best believe I refuse to break! Life is a game but it's far from regularly fun. Things are going well thus far, but only because I won't allow it to be anything but good. If things ever venture into the realm of crappy this will have all been for nothing and a thorough flogging will be in order.&lt;br /&gt;We all know I'm not one for a beating, be it by life or other people. So I'm doing any and everything I can just to make it through. That's just how it is, life gives you lemons you make Hard Lemonade. At times things are peachy and in those cases a smoothy is in order, or better yet a fuzzy navel.  Never doubt the power of positivity! So much negativity already exists in this world why add to it? I say eat drink be merry and never doubt the good tomorrow has to offer until it becomes a miserable yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3186508894358020924?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3186508894358020924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3186508894358020924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3186508894358020924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3186508894358020924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-more-moves.html' title='No more moves!'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mekf4pKKVAw/TkiD8S3UbfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/1lyfnni61XA/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1665065456618502142</id><published>2011-08-10T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:25:50.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftermath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Til it&apos;s over but it&apos;s far from over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Viva Revolution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5639480804889571954'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DO0Zh4Enndc/TkN16a0TsnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wJ5bJgBn85I/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='183' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not see it but trust me it's there. They are watching, tracking and informing all about you. Oh sure you are connecting with the masses they allow you to inform the world of your every thought, deep or shallow,necessary or not.&lt;br /&gt;Behold the world wide web trembles at your feet as your every thought is posted pictured pinged and placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5639480810639461874'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oOUDLxyYYL8/TkN16wPMDfI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qco7CNUOrfM/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about it is, we do all this posting informing and advising the masses without ever stopping to think who is really viewing it. No not just the weird kid you bullied in the fourth grade; no I'm not speaking of the geeky kid who had that crush on you freshman year, and no I'm not even thinking of that one night fling that stalked you for a month in college. Now we all know about the corporations who have had all our thoughts and feelings scoped out through these sites for the greater part of a decade now. I mean those of you who were shocked to find this information out simply amaze me. I mean come on why else would major corporations pay these computer geeks big bucks for rights to their sites? I mean if they weren't being used for cheap public relations for research and development at no cost and for instant feedback on all the latest things they bring to the market do you really believe these companies would give a damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5639480815213383202'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wZAX2Y6xKpA/TkN17BRsjiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/jD_1gvrQLC4/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='73' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No all that is besides the point all those things have been great uses of the internet age we live. The ultimate works social media has presented to the world is simple. Through our social web addictions our TRUE masters control us all. Think about it through the millions of tweets the trillions of status updates the oodles of blogs and picture post any truly powerful sect could sway and mold us to do and feel what they want us to. We can attempt to fight it all we want, but it's hard to wage a war while being dependent on the enemy to get your cries for freedom out to others. No one can hear you scream and shout when you are being held by the throat, but still we try. The masses should know things are never what they seem. So many free thoughts being expressed worldwide so easily obviously would have to come with a catch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5639480820038474850'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-raA29H2k96c/TkN17TQFnGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/y1o4pAn2Oeo/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do now? My words have shined a light onto the big bosses who live to control our way of life even while giving us the deep illusion of freedom.  These words that have reached you through their devices will hopefully be the key that fits the ignition of true freedom that will lead to their undoing. They shall label me mad, they will lead you to believe me a nut or paranoid, but keep this in mind if my words are so simple so silly so mad why do they strike such a nerve. Why should my post disappear once written why will these words almost never reach those who need to see them? Why should such a basic idea in a free society prove so difficult to express? Why else but the fact we aren't truly free. Freedom is the illusion your Masters allow you to have to keep you inline. If they took it away completely you would more easily rebel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1665065456618502142?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1665065456618502142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1665065456618502142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1665065456618502142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1665065456618502142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/viva-revolution.html' title='Viva Revolution!'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DO0Zh4Enndc/TkN16a0TsnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wJ5bJgBn85I/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-636517781513974934</id><published>2011-08-09T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:16:35.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To live and die</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115008583074330142964/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5638999115840284242'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ypOdpq7bhpw/TkG_0bRm5lI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iqRmbGSIrCI/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='325' height='325' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up. Calls coming in. I guess it was my fault applying to so man new and coming as opposed to old and long time been type businesses. Lack of calls had me questioning my skill level, but the last few hours reinforced the idea I have long held true. I'm awesome and that's all there is to it. If there is one thing my folks instilled in me during all the years under their roof is a steadfast work ethic. I work hard I work well and given the opportunity I will help any company achieve the ultimate goals.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah things are improving and all my faithful followers can breath easy, your boy is going to be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-636517781513974934?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/636517781513974934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=636517781513974934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/636517781513974934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/636517781513974934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-live-and-die.html' title='To live and die'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ypOdpq7bhpw/TkG_0bRm5lI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iqRmbGSIrCI/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-9134471486771594873</id><published>2011-08-08T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:44:08.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry on</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Keep moving forward and never dwell on the past.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5638635134051551490'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cfDhJBSvXuk/TkB0x5cuCQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZZd94sY72Yw/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='290' height='214' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time marches one but don't let it go on without you. We must keep moving forward in order to end up where we are needing to be. No one gets to where they are going by continuing to reflect on where they've been. We all have a destiny, but no one is sure it's been predefined. Free will allows us to change our everyday circumstances minute by minute. We all have options no matter how unappealing. So day by day the ending is forever being shaped and molded. We have no guarantees of success or long life. We are unaware of how our start can or will bring about solid finishes. We all are running this race blindly but that doesn't matter one bit it's all about how we finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="green" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-9134471486771594873?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/9134471486771594873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=9134471486771594873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9134471486771594873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9134471486771594873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/carry-on.html' title='Carry on'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cfDhJBSvXuk/TkB0x5cuCQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZZd94sY72Yw/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2603701438896694034</id><published>2011-08-02T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T16:45:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being me</title><content type='html'>much calmer now with a clearer head upon these shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5636408982394322290'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zcRPJLlk1UM/TjiMG0RvPXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6v6FT5uRfJg/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='150' height='133' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have decided to spend my remaining years on this earth to better myself and my situation. Onto bigger and better things my friends. So I say who's coming with me on the up and up? Onward and upward as usual, Blessed be the changes :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2603701438896694034?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2603701438896694034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2603701438896694034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2603701438896694034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2603701438896694034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-being-me.html' title='Just being me'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zcRPJLlk1UM/TjiMG0RvPXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6v6FT5uRfJg/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8503396176945860942</id><published>2011-07-31T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:35:47.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings nothing more than feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red White and BLUE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams of better things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepest part of a shallow pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftermath'/><title type='text'>Speak out and be heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Speak loud speak proud just to get your point across. Never give up never surrender when the world closes in on you this is not a time to be a pretender. so stop in your tracks and surrender. The world is heading to a bad bad place. You better come prepared, hell I'm packing my MACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVJBlZR4kbQ/SnZDSNZ88FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RJ_8bjFc7ZQ/s1600/Fight+the+System.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVJBlZR4kbQ/SnZDSNZ88FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RJ_8bjFc7ZQ/s400/Fight+the+System.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is a call to all those who think we can do better. A shout out to the masses to get off your asses and back up what you speak. We are in a world of trouble and its our government that seems to reek. &amp;nbsp;No WREAK havoc on the masses of the underpaid and uninsured. WREAK havoc on the somewhat rich who don't recognize being OVERLY WEALTHY is a bit&amp;nbsp;absurd. I mean to make dollars hand over fist while children in your street starve? You ride in luxury cars when the down payment can help one beaten child get out of a situation that will forever leave them scarred. &amp;nbsp;Look around you take your time. Life is no fairy tale and for most of us there is not happy ending to this nursery rhyme. When the bough breaks the housing market crashes. When Humpty Dumpty falls there is no fixing him the kings mean are more concerned with raising our taxes. This place is a dump and no one can see this. Shit why are we so worried on who does and doesn't &amp;nbsp;speak&amp;nbsp;English? The money we owe to some foreign dictators it amazes me we have yet to tall any of our Front Office positions national traitors. OH&amp;nbsp;Communism&amp;nbsp;is bad it will bring about the end of what we believe? Oh that is until they give us money to pay for our Capitalist greed. &amp;nbsp;Yes China opened its doors and all is forgiven. So what they have generations upon generations of abusing and neglecting their children and women. Rich upperclass men rule our and their country. Well I'm a lowly lower class minority so I guess you don't give a fuck to hear from me. I say we all get out there and take our streets back. Of course whenever we try this they flood our neighborhoods with&amp;nbsp;hoodlums&amp;nbsp;selling crack. What you don't believe me and the shady shit our government is doing. We've exposed it on film watch a documentary put down the game system and educate yourselves. Then maybe just maybe hope for change can honestly happen. We finally got a black man in office, but nothing can change without PROPER backing. He isn't the savior you wanted he's just another puppet. Government's true heads are never seen by the light of day then are in dark alleyways underground and frankly in powerful chairs in other countries. Oh yes land of the free home of the brave sounds great epic and inviting. Remember when those words were written we were run by COWARDS who felt it proper to own SLAVES. I mean how are we so free so powerful so almighty and so RIGHT when the only time we use our power is to gain money in an international OIL Fight. We worry about middle eastern Allies and foes. While local goverments are broke bringing our neighborhoods down with their woes. I guess in all this time i've gotten off on some kind of tangent. But I look around at this world I'm living in and frankly I can't Stand it. Like the picture says we have to fight against this system. But this machine is far to great I guess I should just be THANKFUL you all bothered to listen. I'll probably never be able to speak any more truth. Gotta go find a job sell out to the man in order to save my little humanity and its hole ridden roof.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So those are my thoughts all flooded on a page. Inside us all who pay attention I expect you can understand and feel my rage. Now its one thing to bash a country you love and respect. But open speech in a public forum is the ONE thing they have yet to wreak. So if you feel what I'm saying sound off stand up and salute. Under all the falsehoods backstabbings and underhanded dealings our good old RED WHITE and BLUE still means something as long as you are able to express YOUR TRUTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8503396176945860942?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8503396176945860942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8503396176945860942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8503396176945860942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8503396176945860942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/speak-out-and-be-heard.html' title='Speak out and be heard'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVJBlZR4kbQ/SnZDSNZ88FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RJ_8bjFc7ZQ/s72-c/Fight+the+System.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5252750937181318009</id><published>2011-07-29T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:09:10.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles swoop in to take Nnamdi Asomugha away from Jets, Cowboys - Shutdown Corner - NFL Blog - Yahoo! Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/Eagles-swoop-in-to-take-Nnamdi-Asomugha-away-fro?urn=nfl-wp4193"&gt;Eagles swoop in to take Nnamdi Asomugha away from Jets, Cowboys - Shutdown Corner - NFL Blog - Yahoo! Sports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the most intriguing news I've heard since the lock out ended... I love my team and I especially when they make moves that prove they have yet to give up on finally capturing a championship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5252750937181318009?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/Eagles-swoop-in-to-take-Nnamdi-Asomugha-away-fro?urn=nfl-wp4193' title='Eagles swoop in to take Nnamdi Asomugha away from Jets, Cowboys - Shutdown Corner - NFL Blog - Yahoo! Sports'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5252750937181318009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5252750937181318009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5252750937181318009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5252750937181318009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/eagles-swoop-in-to-take-nnamdi-asomugha.html' title='Eagles swoop in to take Nnamdi Asomugha away from Jets, Cowboys - Shutdown Corner - NFL Blog - Yahoo! Sports'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5825530056047216916</id><published>2011-07-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:08:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;First week almost complete, 7 full days in a new location. Miss my friends, but all in all the experience has been great. Jobs lining up better the expected, but not as fast as I had wanted (of course I wanted a job within the first three days, but we all know that was a fantasy in the world we live). So much more to do outside my door then what we had in Stockton this is true. I'm not as active as I used to be so I'm working on getting out more. No longer shall I be a lump as said LUMP STATUS has lead to far too much boredom in the last few years. Television is my friend here but sadly the news seems like worse or something. Don't know what it is, the anchors are just so blah. Don't understand why it feels so fake, but I suppose that's just the LA way ha ha. Hey I may now be a resident but you can't take the Bay out of these veins. Hope this Saturday proves to be a good time. Doors being open to wifey's crew to finally see her for the first time in like FOREVER. I believe all my local friends are preoccupied so her meeting with them will have to come at another time. Not sure if I have any other LA/SoCal peeps that would like to come by and say hi. Those who do should know how to reach me. Anyway just a little update on the life of this man D as he moves YET AGAIN to another location in the constant search of some place to finally and PERMANENTLY call HOME!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*A look inside the mind of D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5825530056047216916?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5825530056047216916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5825530056047216916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5825530056047216916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5825530056047216916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-week-almost-complete-7-full-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3456750409308752912</id><published>2011-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:25:41.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McNabb on the move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/nfl/story/_/id/6807795/donovan-mcnabb-trade-minnesota-vikings-finalized-source-says"&gt;Donovan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McNabb&lt;/span&gt; trade to Minnesota Vikings finalized, source says - ESPN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still one of my Faves but dammit if I didn't want to forever see him an Eagle. That dream has come and gone, then the HORRIBLENESS of last year has forever tainted who this man truly is. I mean come on no he hasn't won the BIG GAME but he's gotten his team so much farther then most in their careers. He's a great talent a class act and still has plenty left in the tank, so to see the stupidity he had to endure at the hands of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shanahan&lt;/span&gt; clan upset me so much. Now he is headed to the frozen North to play with a team left in shambles after bulldozer Brett rolled through. I mean come on what can we REALLY expect to come from this trade. Yes I hope he proves the world wrong and dominated the NFC north but we all know Green Bay, you know the Defending champs, haven't exactly lost anything since last year. Oh well I'm glad to see him out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stink hole&lt;/span&gt; that is Washington but I can't say I expect much from this latest move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3456750409308752912?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://espn.go.com/nfl/story/_/id/6807795/donovan-mcnabb-trade-minnesota-vikings-finalized-source-says' title='McNabb on the move'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3456750409308752912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3456750409308752912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3456750409308752912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3456750409308752912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/mcnabb-on-move.html' title='McNabb on the move'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-7833995748269171098</id><published>2011-07-25T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:29:36.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and now</title><content type='html'>Happier then a pig in shit? No. Happier then a new divorcee at the bunny ranch with his Exs part of their money? No. Ok ok, Happier then a teenage girl at a Bieber convention? Well yeah kind of I mean who wouldn't be happy with the Biebs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5633451653650089154'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NXN3rEe2oG4/Ti4KboMmhMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/E-Jl2HFOOMc/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='177' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the move has gone swimmingly. Love life so very much right now. Being at home with the wife has been great, having our own place was long overdue. I must say everything is coming along very well. Two beds Two baths and it's all ours. This has been a great experience and it has made me look to other changes that I feel are needed for my life. Who knows what can be accomplished when we put our entire being into it. All I know is no matter the end result as long as the honest attempt is made then it's a success in my eyes my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-7833995748269171098?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/7833995748269171098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=7833995748269171098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7833995748269171098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7833995748269171098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-and-now.html' title='Here and now'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NXN3rEe2oG4/Ti4KboMmhMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/E-Jl2HFOOMc/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5586620982221241505</id><published>2011-07-19T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:12:50.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over when it's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green"&gt;All things change morph evolve....&lt;br /&gt;As life demands change comes  when you least expected but when it arrives it should be welcomed with open arms. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5631282670363150402'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wYwXORGw9gs/TiZVwLzPCEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Lrv6e8vbfOA/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='215' height='184' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;It was nice knowing you I won't be seeing ya and in time my thoughts of you will fade. It was fun while it lasted and it lasted rather shortly, but in the grand scheme of things you were a life changing bump in a rather rocky road. Days passed and you were there always allowing me to prosper so for you good words I share and nothing but kind thoughts shall be fostered. Though there were troubled times and even some epic disasters the life you've helped me to live has been a good one. New friends New funds new memories to call upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;So I bid you adieu this Central Valley life I'd been living goodbye to all things good and bad and all the knowledge you have given. I say goodbye to you and all who are in it and say good luck to those who choose to stay. Was willing to stay a moment longer but it became very clear to me I had to say GOODBYE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5586620982221241505?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5586620982221241505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5586620982221241505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5586620982221241505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5586620982221241505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/over-when-it-over.html' title='Over when it&amp;#39;s over'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wYwXORGw9gs/TiZVwLzPCEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Lrv6e8vbfOA/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-401333969139648843</id><published>2011-07-17T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:21:22.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love HER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times ahead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future thoughts'/><title type='text'>Less is more</title><content type='html'>The water's call is the wave's crash. A call of this nature must be answered. So answer it we shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5630527235117370882'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2M63QXa6Pvg/TiOmsENVTgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/SRVKo5RnbcI/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='112' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for a new destination we travel down a brand new path. Where it leads we can't be sure of, but one thing is for sure it's going to be fun. So ready for the change the upcoming days are going to bring. Massive purchases big bills increasing pay and new scenery all in mind; these are the things that continue to light the path even during the darker times. So lighted paths are to be followed any fears can be swallowed down, we keep moving forward with the knowledge it's the right thing to do. So here we go off into the sunset me and my love off towards the Ocean Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;blockquote&gt;a look inside the mind of D&lt;/blockquote&gt; -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-401333969139648843?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/401333969139648843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=401333969139648843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/401333969139648843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/401333969139648843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/less-is-more.html' title='Less is more'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2M63QXa6Pvg/TiOmsENVTgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/SRVKo5RnbcI/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6997747294508686358</id><published>2011-07-14T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T18:47:37.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>¿Qué Ríco?</title><content type='html'>The exotic women of this world will be the death of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389779587897026'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FeWzIIC7Q7Y/Th-cLcKNFsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MNlTcW1wqWc/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='90' height='112' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They have proven to be the death of many a man. Now I know what you are thinking, hey how dare you make such generalizations! I say simply this it's my blog and I'll write what I want to. So excuse me if you plain Janes of the world feel like you deserve some attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389788783566850'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yKQDxVaHDJw/Th-cL-an4AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BQwcWsIbJUc/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='80' height='112' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you aren't going to find it here. Oh and my definition of plain Jane is most likely different from yours. To me Blonde hair + Blue eyes + Big boobs= snorefest. I mean after the 80s you can find that any and everywhere. So keep your Deckers and Livelys and give me some Gonzales and Jacksons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389792590658914'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-e-uduIFs8lY/Th-cMMmTfWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/GM3b51LWJC0/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='85' height='85' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life is meant for variety. As written in the past, women are the ultimate gift in life yet a woman's scorn is Earth's greatest curse. This is my warning to the world don't take their beauty for granted, though with age it may fade their souls grow more gorgeous with each passing day. If you turn them away for fear of commitment and containment eventually you'll find yourself alone wishing someone saw you as being worth capturing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389800356122322'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-eLAA2U_BHFw/Th-cMphvDtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/9keWTSI_r_A/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='90' height='67' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never judge the film by it's trailer it's never as good as it seems and a book rarely matches with the dullness of it's cover. The ladies can easily be the same way. Things are never as they seem, and what seems to be fact most often is a work of pure fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389804193848802'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XFDn07yxFlM/Th-cM30uHeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DX-pKbXwV7k/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='88' height='110' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience the quit and shy by the looks of it just may surprise you, whereas those who talk a big game most often fail to live up to their own self promotion. Innocence sheds off quickly and quirkiness is an illusion of self. Dull and boring is truly non existent if you open your mind, and what turns on so many in all honesty is really desired by so few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389812812217858'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-M9gezJW0rFc/Th-cNX7f_gI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DYPsUkCtAZw/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='90' height='60' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So viva la white girl if you must, but they can prove to be too much. After the insanity wears itself away what is left. Formerly a good time, but quickly good times can fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389821540355186'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pKSSZlYXTVo/Th-cN4cczHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jH7gOOjiW9Q/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='80' height='86' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So do what you will just recognize life is about more then the party and eventually you'll need to find what's real! You'll get there someday my friends, you'll get there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5629389825661272338'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9UOFroZFOTs/Th-cOHy9ARI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WuIV-gcHebo/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='70' height='61' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="green" face="Marker Felt"&gt;I'm thoroughly enjoying my reality my friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6997747294508686358?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6997747294508686358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6997747294508686358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6997747294508686358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6997747294508686358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-rico.html' title='¿Qué Ríco?'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FeWzIIC7Q7Y/Th-cLcKNFsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MNlTcW1wqWc/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4348420258577215383</id><published>2011-07-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:58:42.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get in where you fit in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work place nonsense'/><title type='text'>What the day makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sz5VFq3rhv4/Th87rnt437I/AAAAAAAAAe4/bbVIKikU-CA/IMAG0171.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sz5VFq3rhv4/Th87rnt437I/AAAAAAAAAe4/bbVIKikU-CA/IMAG0171.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day half done &amp;amp; yet it feels the same as the beginning. We make our way through life never truly knowing where we are headed but we are so focused on the travel so many of us can miss the point of the trip. There in lies the troubles of man, we are blessed with a world that suits us but we never take&amp;nbsp; the time to suit this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4348420258577215383?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4348420258577215383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4348420258577215383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4348420258577215383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4348420258577215383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/work-thoughts.html' title='What the day makes'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sz5VFq3rhv4/Th87rnt437I/AAAAAAAAAe4/bbVIKikU-CA/s72-c/IMAG0171.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1521462106838058215</id><published>2011-07-12T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:55:31.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaving this life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future is NOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times ahead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5628665154529441618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_to3HTqr8lU/Th0JItdYt1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/UuBZi5MEM_U/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='195' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the road once again, things are always moving changing morphing for the better. Things go crazy at times, but the crazy is what makes it simply magical. Tomorrow begins the final countdown, all the earning and savings will hit it's final leg. This is the section we call "The FINAL COUNTDOWN" (*play epic music here*) there is no turning back. &lt;br /&gt;So much to do in a limited amount of time. Yes, the time crunch is definitely on my mind, but I know it is all for the best. In order to be at our best we must put ourselves to the ultimate test. We are ready to prove we can be as good or better then the rest for success is our ultimate quest. Never believe life isn't meant to be a fest, live your life full of laughter happiness and jest. ok done with this test the rhyming is more than i can digest so I will give it a rest as I know I'm simply the best in the quest for jest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1521462106838058215?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1521462106838058215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1521462106838058215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1521462106838058215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1521462106838058215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/hitting-road-once-again-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_to3HTqr8lU/Th0JItdYt1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/UuBZi5MEM_U/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4090519237981208515</id><published>2011-07-09T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:47:42.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeter has done it and it EPIC Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You couldn't write it better if you tried....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=ap-yankees-jeters3000th"&gt;Jeter homers for 3,000th hit, first Yank to do it - MLB - Yahoo! Sports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say what you want about that man who is a Yankee through and through has accomplished something no one else associated with the evil Empire has done. 3 thousand, the mark that INSTANTLY places you square in the hall of fame (unless of course you are a moron who makes utterly foolish life choices).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I most definitely am NOT a fan of the Yanks nor do I care much for them Sox, but Talent is talent  dedication to the game is to be respected and that man JETER has earned and deserves everyone's R.E.S.P.E.C.T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4090519237981208515?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=ap-yankees-jeters3000th' title='Jeter has done it and it EPIC Fashion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4090519237981208515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4090519237981208515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4090519237981208515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4090519237981208515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/jeter-has-done-it-and-it-epic-fashion.html' title='Jeter has done it and it EPIC Fashion'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5379686775516192783</id><published>2011-07-09T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:34:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Report: Yao decides to retire - NBA - Yahoo! Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/news?slug=ap-yaoretiring"&gt;Report: Yao decides to retire - NBA - Yahoo! Sports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a career of HIGH Hopes of Disappointing results. He was a good player when he could stay on the court. Not every Big Man was naturally meant to be so BIG. 7'6" is a lot of strain for a man from the "Far East"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I'm not surprised he is calling it quit I will be surprised on what the Rockets will do now that there International gold mine will be missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5379686775516192783?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/news?slug=ap-yaoretiring' title='Report: Yao decides to retire - NBA - Yahoo! Sports'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5379686775516192783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5379686775516192783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5379686775516192783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5379686775516192783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/report-yao-decides-to-retire-nba-yahoo.html' title='Report: Yao decides to retire - NBA - Yahoo! Sports'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-9047916571550609008</id><published>2011-07-07T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:16:35.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hood Living'/><title type='text'>Rep your Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a thought today. So many people throw out the term Ghetto far to easily. I was wracking my brain as to why this is &amp;amp; I've come to the simple conclusion... People just don't understand the levels of Low Class Living like we used to.&lt;br&gt;Think about&amp;#160; it, the people so quick to call anything a little jacked up Ghetto.&amp;#160; What ever happened to just being hood. That's right Hood remember that? What about those&amp;#160; fools hustling to be hood-rich? Ghettos are crowded, dangerous &amp;amp; damn near unliveable. Hoods are liveable &amp;amp; for the most part a damn entertaining experience. I mean come on hood thugs are laughable in comparison to project peeps or ghetto gangstas. &lt;br&gt;Ghettos are full of people who were unable to escape creating more people who also may never escape without extraordinary athletic talent; amazing ability to express their pain through media, the arts, song, or a helping hand from Oprah! &lt;br&gt;Hood life on the other hand can be escaped. There are opportunities for those living hood life, but of course the wrong turn can &amp;amp; will lead to the heart of the ghetto! Hoods are&amp;#160; suburbs on the down slide while ghettos are hoods that took a nose dive. &lt;br&gt;Of course as a man who has always lived ghetto adjacent&amp;#160; what do I know really? I was adopted into a good life for which I have been blessed. Though it sucks I don't have any memory of my first 3 months of life every part of my being tells me my early Oakland life was probably ghettotastic &amp;amp; my adopted Hayward hood life was a definite blessing. &lt;br&gt;So in closing there is more to life then rich , middle class and ghetto. There are many shades of life that go unaccounted for. Hood, Trailer, Pimpish, Billionaire, and so on and so on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-9047916571550609008?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/9047916571550609008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=9047916571550609008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9047916571550609008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9047916571550609008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/rep-your-set.html' title='Rep your Set'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-9014366996003790851</id><published>2011-07-01T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T18:12:45.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><title type='text'>Lockout #2</title><content type='html'>Well well well another labor dispute in professional sports leads to another Lockout. Problem is the NFL Lockout isn't looking to threaten the season. Shockingly enough though the football season is right around the corner all signs are pointing to a season will happen and possibly in time. Now the NBA season just ended so the next season is forever away, but somehow according to the people who know everything the 2011- 2012 season is in question. Seems hard to believe, but the billionaires the multi-millionaires and the partial millionaires are so apart on all the issues that resolution looks mikes and miles away. Certainly hope they can come to a compromise, though I'm not the biggest BBall fan in the world I do enjoy checking in throughout the season. Besides this past finals was awesomely amazing you have to be insane to follow it up with no games being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-9014366996003790851?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/9014366996003790851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=9014366996003790851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9014366996003790851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9014366996003790851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/07/lockout-2.html' title='Lockout #2'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3261155482153067461</id><published>2011-06-28T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:24:47.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lockout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Still Waiting</title><content type='html'>Stupid lockout, dumb petty squabbles that happen when the rich attempt to get richer off the work of the partly rich.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5623477502823533762'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yIyc-HYf39Y/Tgqa_o4yjMI/AAAAAAAAAew/OfGgReBPyT0/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='224' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is REALLY practicing and none of the injured are being given the best opportunity to repair in time. Unless this comes to a screeching halt this week I foresee one messed up confusing season ahead of us. I mean how long until everyone knocks the rust off? How many bad tackles will lead to injuries? How many wobbly passes will knock out unaware officials? Oh the joys of pro sport labor disputes and the awkwardly ugly seasons that follow. This year there can even be a double whammy of after waiting around for the football season we could be waiting on the following NBA season as well. Oh well only time will tell when it comes down to all this sports drama. I just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3261155482153067461?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3261155482153067461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3261155482153067461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3261155482153067461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3261155482153067461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yIyc-HYf39Y/Tgqa_o4yjMI/AAAAAAAAAew/OfGgReBPyT0/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5986399105231579528</id><published>2011-06-28T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:53:35.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To see her smil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j30Se_RkNTo/TP-7wzF-FEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wFgghClkzyo/s1600/Ying+Yang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j30Se_RkNTo/TP-7wzF-FEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wFgghClkzyo/s200/Ying+Yang.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;To see her joy that smile that laugh the knowledge of what can be. I'm truly happy the trip is halfway complete. The place will be ours. First she goes then I. August would was always my departure date, now I just need to hound these businesses to give me the opportunity to succeed and prosper on my own. A million and a half apps floating through the cosmos, but so far have only&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;3 or 4 replies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;I will rejoice when I get the YES and the HANDSHAKE. So here we are she is on cloud 9 while I'm around 7, but either way I can't wait to be down there and away from here and all the dramas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5986399105231579528?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5986399105231579528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5986399105231579528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5986399105231579528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5986399105231579528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-see-her-smil.html' title='To see her smil'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j30Se_RkNTo/TP-7wzF-FEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wFgghClkzyo/s72-c/Ying+Yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5652010531962303152</id><published>2011-06-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:58:22.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer up emo kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><title type='text'>More Enzo genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I look at this and all I hear is&amp;nbsp;LET'S START a RIOT a RIOT LET'S START a RIOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ9Zy6vLBto/Tgd_fj3nmYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/x4XiasQCrlE/s1600/Riot.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ9Zy6vLBto/Tgd_fj3nmYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/x4XiasQCrlE/s640/Riot.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course we all know that's not the right thing to do. Honestly who thinks rioting would be a fun thing to do. Like for the thrill of it I'm going to riot because frankly skydiving is just far too expensive and bungee jumping is over too fast. No riots aren't a party people they never are. Yes you may get some very "groovy" pics out of it and maybe one day you can BS the grandkids about how you FOUGHT THE SYSTEM but in all honesty we know what the deal was. You and your buddies got drunk saw a crowd and said HEY lets see what shit i can get out of that store I've always been too broke to shop at. Yeah we know the truth, but don't worry we won't tell. Just fork over one of those flat screens and a couple of those games and you can BUY our SILENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5652010531962303152?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5652010531962303152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5652010531962303152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5652010531962303152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5652010531962303152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-enzo-genius.html' title='More Enzo genius'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ9Zy6vLBto/Tgd_fj3nmYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/x4XiasQCrlE/s72-c/Riot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6392177032482242493</id><published>2011-06-24T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:15:55.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This may come</title><content type='html'>Decisions Decisions oh a world full of DECISIONS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5621990877319099202'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XCKml-YyV4Y/TgVS6pUXc0I/AAAAAAAAAek/09L0oIiYli4/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='175' height='244' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things taking off but for every forward there is definitely a backwards, for ever gain I can see a minus just on the other side. That being said the good outweighs the bad at least for now it does. Good things come to those who wait, but sometimes you just have to go out and grab it to insure it is the good you really wanted. Am I settling just for a positive change or is tis move ultimately the right move for the day to day? That is the ultimate question. &lt;br /&gt;Somethings come without failure, but the fear of failure is what will hold us all back. So I refuse to let that doomsday mentality make me wither in the face of change. So bring it on world be ready to be tamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6392177032482242493?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6392177032482242493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6392177032482242493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6392177032482242493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6392177032482242493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-may-come.html' title='This may come'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XCKml-YyV4Y/TgVS6pUXc0I/AAAAAAAAAek/09L0oIiYli4/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3213775387894903544</id><published>2011-06-20T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:18:18.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams of better things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep in thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>PC is for the birds</title><content type='html'>You know what I'm tired of sitting back and watching us all go through our days grasping on to the fake ass notion that polite is always right. When did this start back up again. I'm all for the anti bullying campaigns, bullies are annoying assholes, but when did stopping bullying become forming support groups? I remember when the best way to stop a bully was either kicking their ass or if you couldn't take them then you'd find someone who could. I mean a group of peers is nice and all, a bunch of bitches spouting about their feelings what fun, but peer groups are usually the cause of bullying not the solution; unless they are a mob of course.&lt;br /&gt;Ok name calling is unnecessary and rather childish, but why is me using a name to describe a situation, NOT a person, such an issue now? Ok I get the "this is so Gay" remark is a problem as it defines a group of people. So fine gay as an insult goes out the window, but this whole you can't say Retarded is killing me. Now hear me out. The retard vs gay thing seems like the same issue, but there is a twist. A few years back it was drummed into our head retard is not to be used to describe any "Handicapped persons". Have we forgotten the PC of the past already. Little People not Midgets; Handicapped not Retarded; Republican not White land owning money grubbing devil spawn. Ok I kid I kid democrats are hell's minions too just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is the world needs some more open thinkers, and fewer whiny bitches. I'm so saddened by the fact years after we loose George Carlin we loose all sense of questioning what the masses deem right. What happened to not blindly following the herd? I don't know about you, but I refuse to be just another lemming being lead off the cliff. &lt;br /&gt;If things keep going the direction they are going in the rules will change daily. You can not refer to anyone or anything by any word a passerby could possibly hear and take offense. Pretty soon no race will be defined by their pre defined race designation, I mean after all when you look at me I'm not black. Licorice is black I'm brown, and I'm not African Ive never been there in my life. Oh and the argument "that's where your people originally come from" can and should be thrown out the window. If we go by history and science books Africa is the cradle of all civilization. That being said then we are all AFRICANS you Neo-nazi fuckheads! So in the future I will not be defined as black except on the rare occasions where such a designation will benefit me; no, I am EstreetHaywardianOaklandBayArea-ite. After all that IS where I came from!&lt;br /&gt;Yes they may be a mouthful, but I assure you anyone hearing the description should have to work real hard to try and take offense to any part of it. I mean in the end it's all about what others think about our own personal private thoughts that matters right?  Oh I say FUCK THAT. No I don't want a future full of insensitive assholes, that is not what I'm going for, but I am asking for common sense to come back into fashion and basic inherit wisdom to play a larger part in all our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="yellow" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3213775387894903544?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3213775387894903544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3213775387894903544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3213775387894903544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3213775387894903544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/pc-is-for-birds.html' title='PC is for the birds'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1928287123652491225</id><published>2011-06-20T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T06:21:50.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger Danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep in thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good vs Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Valley Views</title><content type='html'>Smelly loud hot and muggy&lt;br /&gt;Hatred of people turns us all ugly&lt;br /&gt;Old people driving endangering the roads&lt;br /&gt;Young people trying to cope with everyday life being such a load&lt;br /&gt;The days drag on into nights that are full of danger, never truly knowing what's in the hearts and minds of these nearby strangers&lt;br /&gt;Need to escape this sloughs those hills this valley nothing more exciting then the possibility of being stabbed at a local bowling alley&lt;br /&gt;Can we move on as far as way as possible&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like suffering Job or maybe the plight of Riza you know the forgotten apostle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5620165015078927410'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DUo2H0lGodM/Tf7WTebbfDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2XnULbWmDrQ/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='255' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Riza lead a life of pain and suffering all while staying strong in the faith and the belief that when the Lord rose he too would be taken. Of course as Jesus ascended he went without a word he didn't even through up the deuces. So Ezra was left with an angry crowd of hangers on who he had informed he'd put in a good word with the man upstairs once he was gone. Yeah we knew saying such things where potentially blasphemous, but he didn't have the cash for the goats and the women he so desired all he had was his ties to the Holiest of Holy. Sadly holy doesn't look well upon false promises. So while other apostles became fishers of men Riza became one who sleeps with the fishes. What you didn't think mob rules applied back in the day? Oh please, it was a savage land and people hated being toyed with. So anyway as I write and you read I promise great things ahead, but what do I know. I live in the Valley no not A valley I'm talking THE Central Fuckin Valley the heart and soul of depression. This place is where misery is born and bread. How people can be born and raised here amazes me, but one thing is for sure, if I don't get out soon my mind will never recover.&lt;br /&gt;LORD SAVE US FROM THY GEOGRAPHICAL ENFORCED PUNISHMENT. This is my prayer for salvation lord oh lord hear this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1928287123652491225?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1928287123652491225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1928287123652491225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1928287123652491225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1928287123652491225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/valley-views.html' title='Valley Views'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DUo2H0lGodM/Tf7WTebbfDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2XnULbWmDrQ/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2363496659252922934</id><published>2011-06-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:46:39.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaving this life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish hope pray Believe'/><title type='text'>Work thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86J5QjdeC-E/Tf4lOaKAMUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vcbxoyd3abE/s1600/evil-smiley-face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86J5QjdeC-E/Tf4lOaKAMUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vcbxoyd3abE/s1600/evil-smiley-face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Devious Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Should be working hard but not really feeling it today. Why work for something you don't feel you want anymore. &amp;nbsp;Yes it's true I've lost my passion to even remotely care about what I do in the day to day at this central valley location. All i want to do is escape to someplace better. A happier place full of joy and beauty. No not trying to die and go to heaven people come on. No i'm talking about the Television representation of Southern California. A place full of fun in the sun happiness, beautiful people around every corner and not a hint of trouble. Now i know this isn't the reality of what I'm getting myself into, but come on doesn't the dream sound amazing? All in all we are looking at just under 2 months until we depart and there is still plenty to get done. So many different channels yet to be taken. A new job a new home a new car and a new life all at our fingertips but not yet grasped. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The time is coming and fear has yet to set in. Lack of fear means this must be true. I'm no daredevil but I know this is the right thing whether others like it or not. The time for change has come and it has arrived in a BIG WAY. &amp;nbsp;As we proceed on this most epic journey to our final resting place never forget to take your eyes off the road every now and again or you'll miss out on all the beautiful scenery that was your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2363496659252922934?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2363496659252922934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2363496659252922934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2363496659252922934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2363496659252922934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/work-thought.html' title='Work thought'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86J5QjdeC-E/Tf4lOaKAMUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vcbxoyd3abE/s72-c/evil-smiley-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tracy, CA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.75295358893686 -121.41320640361329</georss:point><georss:box>37.695023088936864 -121.47970690361329 37.81088408893686 -121.34670590361328</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-26452321725183708</id><published>2011-06-17T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T19:47:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports blog be gone</title><content type='html'>We bid D's Sports Blog farewell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5619386062780943202'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MEqdX-x55Lw/TfwR2e_Wy2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/EMmX9WO2q30/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='217' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good underused run. Let's just be honest I am much less a Sports fan as I'm a FOOTBALL Fan. I casually watch hockey only check in on the NBA during playoff time, and as much as I whole heatedly believe baseball has been and will forever be America's past time. I'm sorry but 9 innings drag on so much longer then 2 halves 3 periods or 4 quarters ever has. I've hit the age where I truly understand all the games, their pasts and the importance they bring, the current players and how they never can measure up to the icons of the past and even the future and how weird and corrupt it will all become. That being said I feel college kids should be able to earn money, but not as a direct relation to their sport. Offseason part time jobs should be legal as long as they can prove standard wage equal to the tasks at hand; that's right no secret bonuses for the star player while the kid struggling through school gets the shaft. Also that being said OFFSEASON should be offseason. No year round camps, you are there to learn. My ass didn't drop out so some kid with athletic potential could burn out with NO DEGREE and NO JOB EXPERIENCE. I mean come on great athlete Johnny got hurt so now with no education and never having to do regular work we expect him to adapt and strive? I think not people. Well as you can see I still have plenty to say about everything sport, but those opinions are what this blog is all about. Why segregate them elsewhere? Figure it would be best to just keep everything together to provide the best picture of exactly who I am. So we bid adieu to dssportsblog.blogspot.com and just enjoy dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-26452321725183708?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/26452321725183708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=26452321725183708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/26452321725183708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/26452321725183708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/sports-blog-be-gone.html' title='Sports blog be gone'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MEqdX-x55Lw/TfwR2e_Wy2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/EMmX9WO2q30/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8126650048231108719</id><published>2011-06-16T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:18:53.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone wisdom'/><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Troubles are only as bad as you allow. Life is a bitch, but it's up to you if you allow it to treat you like shit. You have every right to put a stop to any &amp;amp; all unnecessary ridiculous drama. Don't like the shit causing you stress I say cut that shit out of your existence. If that is just not a possibility then punch the shit stirrer dead in the face and walk away like a true bad ass.&amp;#160; That is the gangsta way to deal with your issues.&lt;br&gt;And as the picture shows I know all about the gangsta life&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;WESTSIDE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dmCeJmmvZOg/Tfrju2xYajI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4t2nZA0pcDE/dorm%252520life%252520year%2525202.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8126650048231108719?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8126650048231108719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8126650048231108719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8126650048231108719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8126650048231108719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dmCeJmmvZOg/Tfrju2xYajI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4t2nZA0pcDE/s72-c/dorm%252520life%252520year%2525202.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5523289287073879326</id><published>2011-06-16T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:32:57.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*_*</title><content type='html'>Walking into whatever it is it shall be. That is how the day to day of life is sometimes; a continual grind of BS and CDs with just a touch of humor and happiness. What does it all mean? We will never know, but one thing is for certain. It all happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5523289287073879326?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5523289287073879326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5523289287073879326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5523289287073879326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5523289287073879326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='*_*'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1445504285890719411</id><published>2011-06-15T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T00:21:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone phonics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Writing is a passion. I will have failed if this every grows old. fortunately for me that day is a long way away. So until then I will soldier on with my thoughts feelings &amp;amp; perspectives on life &amp;amp; what not. I'm a free thinker who's mind is always going, fortunately, or maybe at times it's unfortunate, I have a place to express my every last thought feeling and/or emotion. This process makes the thoughts flow more freely as it's clear their will be a final resting place. Oh well I'll go on thinking &amp;amp; writing as long as you keep on reading people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1445504285890719411?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1445504285890719411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1445504285890719411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1445504285890719411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1445504285890719411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/phone-phonics.html' title='Phone phonics'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5699687472282033274</id><published>2011-06-12T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:35:19.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going going just about gone</title><content type='html'>Ready to hit the road hopefully for the last time. Time is closing in, money is being made, and plans are coming together; that's right August 1st can't get here soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5617558315291847618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dL1ih6boTBM/TfWThlADK8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/0yrv4TDfNa4/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='195' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs are opening up apartments are leasing and Southern California life is looking so bright. Hope the time flies because I'm definitely planning on having lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5699687472282033274?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5699687472282033274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5699687472282033274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5699687472282033274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5699687472282033274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-going-just-about-gone.html' title='Going going just about gone'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dL1ih6boTBM/TfWThlADK8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/0yrv4TDfNa4/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-5310220219490999894</id><published>2011-06-06T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:01:25.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{how to feel}</title><content type='html'>words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;bonds found broken &lt;br /&gt;how to repair what we dare not speak&lt;br /&gt;Truth in the lies&lt;br /&gt;Care in deception&lt;br /&gt;How to heal the pain how to feel sunny when it looks so dark outside&lt;br /&gt;That is the question yet there are no answers to be found&lt;br /&gt;So stop think wonder and hope for the best because hope is all we have to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-5310220219490999894?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/5310220219490999894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=5310220219490999894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5310220219490999894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/5310220219490999894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-feel.html' title='{how to feel}'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-2477596470849311126</id><published>2011-06-04T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:29:36.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><title type='text'>Work in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day halfway through &amp;amp; still three struggle continues. Ready to be done &amp;amp; gone moving on with life better things in store ahead of the vision currently in front of us. &lt;br&gt;The question seems to be is the path we are taking the best way to reach our ideal destination. That my friends is a question with no concrete answer. You see no matter the troubles you encounter along the way your ending will never be clear until the end is upon you. Ain't that some shit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-2477596470849311126?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/2477596470849311126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=2477596470849311126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2477596470849311126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/2477596470849311126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in progress'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3979930996308805089</id><published>2011-06-01T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:43:08.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That being said......</title><content type='html'>Cold hard fact of life: sunshine brings happiness while complete darkness remind us of the cold grip of death. Then again that could just be me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5613401077793739042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mwb6COotZU4/TebOigew0SI/AAAAAAAAAds/1_dFSTkVbPo/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as much as I like the night I've grown very fond of my days. This was not always the way my mind body and soul worked. I was at one time a creature of the night. Was most often seen roaming in the dark seeking out excitement avoiding daylight at all costs. Now however, I am living in the sunshine sleeping away my nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good things change with time and time continues to move on with or without you. Everyone matters to so many though in the grand scheme of things you have touched so few. Life is what you make of it. All things are subject to the rule of cause and affect. No matter the situation there will always be two sides of every equation. Just a little something to note as I speak of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3979930996308805089?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3979930996308805089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3979930996308805089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3979930996308805089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3979930996308805089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-being-said.html' title='That being said......'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mwb6COotZU4/TebOigew0SI/AAAAAAAAAds/1_dFSTkVbPo/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6403831681433241864</id><published>2011-05-31T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:26:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New month New you</title><content type='html'>Last day of may means June is upon us. With that summer is here though it feels nothing like it. Love this weather wish it would stay for the next three months though I'm sure it will be over in three weeks.  Can't stand the upcoming 100 degree days wish I could have 74 degrees year round. That is just not a possibility as long as I'm stuck in the central valley. So my sights are set elsewhere, it's beyond time to go. So go I shall the sooner the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6403831681433241864?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6403831681433241864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6403831681433241864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6403831681433241864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6403831681433241864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-month-new-you.html' title='New month New you'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8569903613021607627</id><published>2011-05-26T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:42:54.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future is NOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell on Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rapture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAMIEN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftermath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Til it&apos;s over but it&apos;s far from over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good vs Evil'/><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>We happen upon a jogger. Young fit handsome man headed the right direction in life, UP. The jog, oh a good 5 mile jaunt, part of a well crafted routine that has made him into the man he is today. If not for the 5 miles three times a week sprinkled in with his semi annual one man iron man triathlon (it's only him as most men in his town are far too fearful of the treacherous tide out by the shore for the swimming portion and the women, well they just go for the show). Yes Craig is the ultimate specimen of man, a fine example of what every 27 year old should strive to be; but little does the world know Craig is holding onto a secret. A secret so damning it would tear apart the fabric of everyone in this quaint mountainside town's existence. You see Craig is such an attractive figure to all he encounters for one reason and one reason alone. Craig is and has been since his birth a modern god. &lt;br /&gt;Little is known about the advent of the modern day Deities, but one thing is for certain they are out there and surprisingly their numbers are growing. To truly grasp the concept one must be willing to accept a simple truth....Gods are REAL. That being said it goes even deeper then that, Gods are real each and every god is real. So no matter the mythology, belief or location; the power of faith and true belief gave those older Gods power. This is an unknown fact that has been written and spoken of yet its a fact often taken as fiction. So as a natural born Deity Craig has had a blessed life yet not even he knows the true reason why. As far as he is concerned his only power is the ability to draw people in to eventually do his will. If Craig truly knew how powerful he truly was he'd most likely end up like his father before him. No he is not the son of Zeus or Allah neither Yahweh nor Odin, no his Father was Donald. Yes that Donald, the one from the news who was locked up for embezzling trillions from the major economic centers on the planet. The government never discovered he was a god. Nor did they understand how a man could escape from the strictest most secure prison on the planet or how he got assistance all the way from not only the guards to the warden to the damn first ladies of several of the countries he stole from. The man was so despised the name Donald was banned from the world's name library. To this day no woman man or child can speak the name Donald nor are any young of any species are allowed to have any form of the name Donald outside of pet rats. Of course if Craig had known who his father was he may had figured out he could do more then simple acts of persuasion. Well it seems best for the world he doesn't know the entire truth about himself, yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Kiddos their is so much more to tell in this post almighty world. Yes all Gods are now real, but only because the one true God allowed it to be so once he left the unchosen to fend for themselves. This is the world YOU live in I'm just the gentle soul here to translate these stories unto you. These are the &lt;font color="red" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAMIEN TALES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8569903613021607627?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8569903613021607627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8569903613021607627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8569903613021607627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8569903613021607627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-time_26.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4312317799212378783</id><published>2011-05-24T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:33:04.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaving this life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future is NOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rapture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAMIEN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftermath'/><title type='text'>Check out dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Picture if you would an alternate truth. All this talk about the end and Gods ultimate judgment had me thinking. What if it had already come down. Who says the book of revelations is a future tale? Maybe just maybe it's a distant history and we live in a time outside of God. The world could be too much of a waste to destroy, but heaven was filled with true believers long ago and all that were left decided to live lives of denial. Denial that later became blissful ignorance. Generations later there would be no record or any collective memory that hope of eternal light was lost long ago. So we live awaiting a great tomorrow that may never come. Picture that and say you won't have nightmares as I do. I have come up with a truly frightening reality and I call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="4"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;DAMIEN TALES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;... Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5610491509180121266'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tdx4TUwGwLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6xpNL84wC20/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='211' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off in the distance, far beyond the clouds, lays a land of hope and prosperity. It's a glorious place full of dreams fulfilled and prayers answered. Sounds too good to be true? &lt;br /&gt;Well that's because that's just a dream an illusion if you will. Oh this land exists, it's really quite real. The catch is the smiling happy faces and the glorious happy lives are all lies. Each joyful person is living in a land of denial. Ignorance is bliss and they are so blissful for they know not what they truly desire. &lt;br /&gt;Take Johnny for instance. Johnny is married to Kate. They met in film school and rather then continue on with making the next great American drama he instead moved to this beautiful suburban home had 3 children and currently is the towns personal cinematographer. Oh he's happy, in love, and proud of his 3 sons. Fulfilled to the fullest he believes, but deep inside he is filled with resentment. While he is successful and smiling he knows Kate trapped him and suckered him into this life. Of course this happens when the pride of film school falls for the worse yet most clever pretty girl in class. Though Kate graduated with him(thanks to major contributions from not only her future husband but also a few well placed kisses to unnamed parts of the deans person), she knew her future in this world would be based not on her film skills and more on her ability to bend the wills of men. Kate is a harpy and a damn fine one.&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet Riley. Riley is a very beautiful girl. Church goer who always does right by her fellow man. Riley is easily a ten and yet Riley has decided to tread through this world alone. Alone but never happier. Unlike many others around her, Riley finds comfort in being alone. While alone she feels the most alive and she feels only in her alone time can she truly be the best follower she can be. You see when she's alone that's when Riley gets her truly deep visits from the lord. She says not just in spirit but her lord and savior physically comes to her in solitude and fills her body with his love. She is ravaged by the lords love. He tells her the deepest truths while he fulfills her physical needs. She is truly the lords favorite and he will truly whisk her away to his far away kingdom in the life hereafter. All she needs to do is wait for his divorce to be finalized. Yes after his divorce her lord Johnny will happily lead her to the great light, the sunshine of eternal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;This is a truly unique land full of secrets and mystery. If they only knew the truth then and only then will they be able to recognize their whole reality. Yes life is a sham when truly observed in this post rapture world...&lt;br /&gt; It's been a millennia since Jesus' REAL return yet these great great great grand children of the aftermath are still blind to the truth. If only their forefathers had chosen to leave a trace of the truth. Eternal life was never in their futures so why feel bad for any temptations they gave into they were all damned anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Sad sad fact history is written by the winners, but when the real winners ascend it's on the losers to recognize whether the real story needs to be told. These losers went the denial direction and honestly this is the life you all lead. How I know this you ask? It's simple really, I'm one of the chosen simply here to enjoy the show. My name is &lt;font color="red"&gt;Damien&lt;/font&gt; and these are my tales from above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4312317799212378783?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4312317799212378783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4312317799212378783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4312317799212378783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4312317799212378783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-time.html' title='Check out dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tdx4TUwGwLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6xpNL84wC20/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4942693141605649529</id><published>2011-05-20T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:32:03.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best cartoon ever</title><content type='html'>It may be old and out of date, but this has got to be....&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-_ck7AHKKE&amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;BEST CARTOON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;The entire thing has been stuck in my head all day so I thought I would share. Yes it's corny predictable and a bit disturbed (a wolf sent to hell comes back just to sit in), but I love every second of it so Enjoy&lt;font color="yellow" size="4"&gt; :-) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4942693141605649529?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4942693141605649529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4942693141605649529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4942693141605649529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4942693141605649529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-cartoon-ever.html' title='Best cartoon ever'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-9009135008777429681</id><published>2011-05-19T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:44:33.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastical Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Standing above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Stars stand still&lt;br /&gt;Air is thin but so full of energy&lt;br /&gt;This is the view in which the world should be seen&lt;br /&gt;High above the BS the pettiness the rage hate and ignorance&lt;br /&gt;If only we all could be above it all live so high so free if only the heights can be reached by all for this is the ultimate sight to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5608577342528979042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TdWrYKS-gGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3cZT9ZcPf9E/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='250' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head in the clouds and full of thoughts. Thoughts of tomorrow and what's to come, thoughts of the past and what has been. Always thinking of something it's the way greatness is achieved. So what thoughts intrigue you on a daily rotation in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day full of choices, but frankly each day is. With each decision a new path is laid before you.  With each step we take on the path a new question arises, are we going the right way? Frankly we will never know until it's too late. But what can you do really? All anyone can do is keep heading forward and hope for the best. Hell all we have is hope anyway, once that is gone reality seems far too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="yellow" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-9009135008777429681?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/9009135008777429681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=9009135008777429681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9009135008777429681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/9009135008777429681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/fantastical-thoughts.html' title='Fantastical Thoughts'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TdWrYKS-gGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3cZT9ZcPf9E/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4465235109681241059</id><published>2011-05-17T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:25:38.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Television</title><content type='html'>While Jersey lives on others must &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tv.yahoo.com/slideshow/715/photos/1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DIE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5607830293110491410'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TdMD8KWGiRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0c9F1B5CnJk/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day I wanted to go into television production like my hero the ultimate badass when it came to producing long and short running teen crap &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Engel_(TV_producer)"&gt;Peter E!&lt;/a&gt;. Random I know but the man shaped my suburban teen mind so much (damn you Concord and your young white washed influence HA!). Now others may choose the classic Aaron Spelling or the people who brought us modern REALITY &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunim/Murray_Productions"&gt;Bunim/Murray&lt;/a&gt;, hell you may even cream for the man behind all things E! Ryan Seacrest (how the man goes from being an annoying host to holding producer credit on everything pumped out by a craptastic cable network I will never understand). &lt;br /&gt;Even though my bank account isn't happy I chose not to pursue that life looking at the long list of failing cancelled and canned shows reminds me I made the right choice. Yes I have no fancy title, no extravagant suits, I have never dined with celebrities and I've rocked the same vehicle for the last decade, but my sanity is still intact and that is something that can't be bought. Television is a cruel cold hearted business and I don't believe I have the asshole mentality it would take to make it to the top. Keep in mind if you are not on top in that business you are in for a short run in the industry. So I thank the heavens being a struggling writer held more appeal. I love my daydream fantasy so much more than my alternate reality of popping pills while dealing with network big wigs troublesome actors pompous directors and fickle audiences. So props to all those who try, personally I choose to sit back, watch, and allow the mystery of how it makes it on the magic box in my living room to stay just that A MYSTERY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4465235109681241059?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4465235109681241059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4465235109681241059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4465235109681241059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4465235109681241059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-love-of-television.html' title='For the love of Television'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TdMD8KWGiRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0c9F1B5CnJk/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-4222428089366704632</id><published>2011-05-16T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:52:32.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIVE ON'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words on a page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>The preacher steps up clears his throat and begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; You're all going to &lt;b&gt;HELL&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I was done. The problem is what do you do? You are uncomfortable sitting there while this leader of the flock spews his venom upon the crowd. You want to walk out, but fear attempting to leave mid sermon. All that venom and hate in the name of the almighty would be squarely turned onto you, and that my friends is the last thing you'd want to have happen.  A gaggle of gossiping judging faking believers equating you to the devil in and out of church. Is this the lessons that were left for the true believers? What happened to the golden rule and how about the little saying judge lest ye be judged? (that's King James speak for leave the judging to the big man above.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5607558916210374578'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TdINH8nLN7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Xm3Os0jRMM0/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='275' height='250' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Jesus has come back and walks among us now? Maybe he simply decided not to reveal because the world simply isn't ready for the eternal light. Maybe there is too much technology to much reality television too much classless behavior and far too much ignorance for the awesome glory that is &lt;b&gt;THE ONE&lt;/b&gt; to be revealed. Of course that's all just a matter of opinion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of others who aren't waiting for the end or the big arrival of some mega spiritual something or other to rescue us from ourselves. Things are the way they are and possibly always will be, but where's the fun in that really? Who wants the only big brother watching over us to be the hateful and hurtful secret government? Give me an all powerful compassionate yet vengeful dirty any day. Though confusing and hard to believe at times it gives the world hope faith and a subtle shape to the everyday madness. So God bless us everyone open up your Christmas presents and dye your Easter eggs for the lord art with you. Praise be the meek the weak the strong in faith and the mighty in devotion. Church goer or not you all are blessed saved praised and able to pass go if you are down with all our almighty bro! (hey he is the son of god, but we are ALL God's children therefore Jesus is your Bro!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5607558917702724914'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TdINICK-rTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9eChcVAgZdc/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='175' height='131' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the heavens and pray for rain. Drizzle of blessings downpour of praise the sun maybe shining but with the proper faith it may be raining for days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;Hallelujah Amen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as the blasphemous humorist of this generation would say&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him HalleyLouYur muthafuckin take it to the chuch y'all! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-4222428089366704632?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/4222428089366704632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=4222428089366704632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4222428089366704632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/4222428089366704632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TdINH8nLN7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Xm3Os0jRMM0/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-720628633227490451</id><published>2011-05-15T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:59:54.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent freely'/><title type='text'>thinking while i should be working</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;Day almost done. So what to do now? Whats to come after this oh I know MORE of the SAME. Thats right my life here is becoming more and more SSDD. Its not a glamorous life but hell its stable right? Frankly life is never easy and things are never quick. Well not as quick as I'd like to see but thats a different story entirely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;All in all its been an ok day. No real complaints. Well of course there is one complaint the same complaint I have every moment Thursday through Monday.... I Wish I was Rich and could be done with this shit, but hell who doesn't question the point of working on the regular anyway?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-720628633227490451?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/720628633227490451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=720628633227490451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/720628633227490451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/720628633227490451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/thinking-while-i-should-be-working.html' title='thinking while i should be working'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6273740967769607094</id><published>2011-05-13T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:40:54.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uppers Downers and the middle ground</title><content type='html'>Don't ever doubt better things are ahead of you. Lower your expectations and maybe just maybe you'll recognize the good things ahead of you. Stop dwelling in the negative and the positive will have a chance to shine through.  &lt;br /&gt;The above message was brought to you by the perky dick who is always so positive yet somehow makes you feel even more negative then when you first started talking to him. I hate that guy, that's why I make sure to remind him his mother was a whore and he will most likely die of an exotic genital disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5606427197005508834'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tc4H1OCaMOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Vkc-SpLirlU/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again saying that must make me a pessimist, which it seems is a state of being which truly doesn't exist. Think about it ask anyone you know who is truly pessimistic and they will reply with the old tired line "I'm a Realist!" yeah Realist, every freaking negative person on the planet is just a realist. Makes me question why we would be stuck in a reality of assholes. Like everything in life their needs to be a balance a perfect harmony. Of course that is so easier said then done. As we all know perfection is nothing more than an illusion.  So what's to be done? It's simple really, everyone is an asshole just different levels. Delusional eternally happy people jerk faced pessimistic douches and the rest of us who frankly couldn't care less. &lt;br /&gt;So it is written so it is done..HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="yellow" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6273740967769607094?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6273740967769607094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6273740967769607094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6273740967769607094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6273740967769607094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/uppers-downers-and-middle-ground.html' title='Uppers Downers and the middle ground'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tc4H1OCaMOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Vkc-SpLirlU/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3839302701516277411</id><published>2011-05-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:19:32.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morbid abyss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Toxic Love</title><content type='html'>The things done in the name of &lt;font color="red" face="Zapfino"&gt;LOVE&lt;/font&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5606070081248260034'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TczDCWK_b8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/FVZ97IBN7w8/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='198' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="yellow" face="Marker Felt"&gt;....You come close my knees go weak. Your eyes your smile your breasts all your cheeks. The thing that bring my world to the land of delight is simply having you in my sight......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would you do for a Klondike bar? Oh damn really? But that's your own grandmother man Gross. Ok well obviously you are one fucked up little monkey so there is no question you've endured the foul grip of love. Love once thought to be the ultimate experience in this our human existence, has taken a dark turn in these the dark years of our Americana. &lt;br /&gt;So many people enter the enterprise of love so blindly it's frightening. Question this girl you have given your heart are you sure she isn't just out for your soul? You know that ass and those breasts may be banging, but a devil in a red dress often is an amazing sight to behold. Is good pussy worth the entirety of your soul? Now don't judge me wrong it most definitely goes both ways. Guys have always been accused dogs but some men are straight up full fledge K-9 these days. Yeah he might have a nice ride and some kind words, but wouldn't you know it he's pulled that same act with at least two other girls. This is &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sodom_and_Gomorrah"&gt;Sodom and Gomorrah&lt;/a&gt; people you just don't know it. In the love game you better look before you leap, but even then you'll probably blow it. Call me bitter and jade but we humans can't be trusted. Women are in it for power and control Men are only in it for fluttering moments. Relationships should be based on faith trust and real deep connections. Sadly often things are based on false things like that ass her bust and the length of his erection. Do I have the answer do I know what's really true? Hell to the no I've been burned at least half as much as you. Pain I've caused can fill the grand canyon and questions I've raised could stump even the wisest shaman. &lt;br /&gt;Why do we do why keep hope that it all will truly work out? Simple, we're in love with the thought the belief the hope of true  &lt;font color="red" face="Zapfino"&gt;LOVE&lt;/font&gt; in this there can be no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5606070091021025986'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TczDC6lAAsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0ONUZ_jcgJY/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='95' height='84' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt; a look inside the mind of D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3839302701516277411?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3839302701516277411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3839302701516277411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3839302701516277411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3839302701516277411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/toxic-love.html' title='Toxic Love'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TczDCWK_b8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/FVZ97IBN7w8/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8350334295510476498</id><published>2011-05-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:36:08.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone thoughts'/><title type='text'>Oh my</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day in day out pray for better pray for change, but change happens slowly. Things can always improve, but never forget it could have always been worse. I say stay positive &amp;amp; hope for the best it is all that can be done to make it through the hard times that we all must go through one time or another&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8350334295510476498?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8350334295510476498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8350334295510476498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8350334295510476498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8350334295510476498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh my'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-604640052402950903</id><published>2011-05-08T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:25:48.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just do you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why fake it? If you are a bastard then be a bastard. If you come off to the entire world as a stuck up bitch don't deny it when asked. Never let words define you, your actions do a great job of that on their own. Life would be much easier if you can just accept things for what they are instead of always attempting to change them how you see fit. Acceptance is key. Be yourself &amp;amp; enjoy the fact you are doing so with ease.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tcbfy-mJ9xI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GNzyXcbWoVY/Quote.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-604640052402950903?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/604640052402950903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=604640052402950903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/604640052402950903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/604640052402950903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-do-you.html' title='Just do you'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tcbfy-mJ9xI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GNzyXcbWoVY/s72-c/Quote.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Casual Male XL, 1005 Pescadaro Ave #179, Tracy, CA, United States</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.762869 -121.411834</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1434994046052234794</id><published>2011-05-07T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:36:02.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wild crazy world to work in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.restorationhardware.com/catalog/product/product.jsp?productId=prod280080&amp;amp;categoryId=search"&gt;Circa 1900 Cast Metal Bull's Head | Cast Resin Horns &amp;amp; Antlers &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is work but come on its straight crazy working in a place that sells shit like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE having a JOB but can't always endorse what the hell we decide to put out in the world as necessary hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1434994046052234794?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.restorationhardware.com/catalog/product/product.jsp?productId=prod280080&amp;categoryId=search' title='What a wild crazy world to work in'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1434994046052234794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1434994046052234794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1434994046052234794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1434994046052234794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-wild-crazy-world-to-work-in.html' title='What a wild crazy world to work in'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-6438711599255914368</id><published>2011-05-04T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:06:08.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Courier New"&gt;Minding my mind and keeping all these thoughts bottled inside just isn't going to happen. So I speak my mind as loud and as often as I can. Just getting it all out there is the ultimate therapy. Holding your tongue is nothing more then oppression. Keeping yourself contained is the death of creativity. Why would we need to hold ourselves back? Weren't we all taught from an early age to strive for the stars and that  if we dream it and work hard for it we can achieve it. Now as we grow we know that isn't close to always true. Yes some people out there have been fortunate enough to see all their dreams come true and all their prayers answered swiftly and positively. Sad to say, those people are by far the exception and almost never the rule. For the rest of us everyday may seem like a struggle, but in fact we are on our way to something bigger then we could ever imagine. At least that is what we tell ourselves to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-6438711599255914368?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/6438711599255914368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=6438711599255914368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6438711599255914368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/6438711599255914368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/thinking-lately.html' title='Thinking lately'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1160825578974540480</id><published>2011-05-01T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:46:09.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger explosion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601960056195869778'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tb4o_Zt7bFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OXttV5mWwD4/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then we must expel our negativity. All bad energies do nothing but bring us down. It clouds our judgements and numbs our senses. The world becomes a cloudy grey mass. All things negative and harsh shine an uneasy light on your own personal universe. Those flowers and candy filled dreams become vivid nightmares full of garbage and debris. So we let loose, fling the acid out, but we must be wise for many innocent victims could come in contact with your bile and disgust. So vent freely, but be wary of who's around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;Cutting down anger with false happiness is a useless fight. I strive to keep my chin up but damned if my eyes don't get burned by the harsh sunlight. But still I go on with with a heart full of hope. Always keeping a firm resolve, but still the mystery of this personally misery is yet to be solved. So with this black cloud inside though a light shines throughout, I will keep on going forward until I block the searing light of utter darkness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1160825578974540480?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1160825578974540480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1160825578974540480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1160825578974540480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1160825578974540480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/05/anger-explosion.html' title='Anger explosion!'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tb4o_Zt7bFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OXttV5mWwD4/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-8443929622414618444</id><published>2011-04-30T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:48:49.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words on a page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep in thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Take the good with the bad</title><content type='html'>Life is full of ups and downs, this we all know as truths. For ever good moment there is a bad one waiting around the corner and visa versa. Positivity brings about positive results and when it doesn't that's fine because you know someday it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601574209594978706'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbzKELHl8ZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_LNalmgQMtQ/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='305' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call it delusional or living in denial. Well whatever you may call it, it definitely works for some though not all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-8443929622414618444?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/8443929622414618444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=8443929622414618444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8443929622414618444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/8443929622414618444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-good-with-bad.html' title='Take the good with the bad'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbzKELHl8ZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_LNalmgQMtQ/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-1809588379143053818</id><published>2011-04-29T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T20:42:21.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601216892496935346'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbuFFlMyebI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SArIErVTSKs/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='95' height='64' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601216900127045826'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbuFGBn8uMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/oTdZWNza4wM/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='90' height='120' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the old saying goes, but often I wonder what kind of judgement does each holder hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601216909340699906'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbuFGj8p7QI/AAAAAAAAAcg/blZW1QUTT1M/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='110' height='137' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is youth the mark of beauty or is it about experience and class. Are you gazing at her eyes? Her chest? Maybe just that big fat ass?  What draws you in to her feminine ways. Those eyes that stare about or is it the legs that goes on for days? On what do we base our judgments or is it just a feeling in our guts? Are we all about what's real pure and true or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601216908565864226'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbuFGhD63yI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZGAzWAeDjWE/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='100' height='100' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you are just desperately looking for a world renowned slut? These are the questions that comes to mind whenever a woman's appeal I hear discussed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601216915322253762'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbuFG6OxMcI/AAAAAAAAAco/1YWZnv3Pwok/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='100' height='140' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also what I think about is who are we to judge and what makes us all think we are good enough and they would want us?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5601216919289504834'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbuFHJAopEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/j0urJrFBZNk/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='85' height='114' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="marker felt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-1809588379143053818?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/1809588379143053818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=1809588379143053818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1809588379143053818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/1809588379143053818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbuFFlMyebI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SArIErVTSKs/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-3662061389958590437</id><published>2011-04-28T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:01:40.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams bringing truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5600788962625578706'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tbn_4yM55tI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dGveeDrbsdM/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='195' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Times New Roman"&gt;When I head to sleep I dread what I will see. Not because I envision my death, or I feel like I'm falling. My dreams are a wee bit different from the norm. I see the perfect life before my eyes. So real I can touch my surroundings and be embrace by the warm glow of then sun. In my mind the matrix affect is happening and this dream seems more like a true reality. My dream feels like a real day to day, so when I wake up I feel I must be dreaming. Of course that feeling can be brought on by a sense of disappointment in my day to day. Of course if that's the case why is the dream so vibrant and real while this day to day has me feeling numb and indifferent? &lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said his biggest fear was we are all but characters in someone else's dream, and when the dreamer awakens we would all just cease to exist. So I guess I should just keep on dreaming because I have so many people I'd hate to see gone. (yeah that's right, I'm cocky enough to believe I'M the dreamer of the ultimate dream and not just one of the many characters of someone else's fantasy.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-3662061389958590437?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/3662061389958590437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=3662061389958590437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3662061389958590437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/3662061389958590437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/04/dreams-bringing-truth.html' title='Dreams bringing truth'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/Tbn_4yM55tI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dGveeDrbsdM/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815925820650573250.post-7270571478477603487</id><published>2011-04-26T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:57:32.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie but good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking out loud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearing my mind'/><title type='text'>Late thoughts fresh from the oven</title><content type='html'>Time to get away to a place where day and night never come to an end. Where life merges all into one, and where we judge the sinner without recounting their sins. Time for a simpler life and new today and the same tomorrow. A place we have no fear and we stay far away from sorrow. Where money is never an issue and relationships aren't such trouble. A magical place this is the world inside your own thought bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5599798330014693506'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbZ66YJZ-II/AAAAAAAAAcM/nqZhNp_dLss/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now that world will never exist and you are left on your own in this rain. The life of a champion you wish to live though you are currently in a life truly mundane. Life has so many ups and downs and never are you sure where to turn. Just ready to find a good ending without so many streets ending in an epic burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/dustaquarius/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_NpKO-uLDJ_wE#5599798337601793714'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbZ660aT7rI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-TXizueGeTI/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wish things were simplified so we wouldn't endure so much stress. We unfortunately are forced to live with what we have gotten from the all knowing on high. Sadly for most it's like enduring a firestorm of crap all in hopes of one day getting that golden piece of pie. The ultimate rule is do unto others and treat thy neighbor kindly. Far too often those thoughts aren't return and we question the all mighty's blind eye. As they say he's got a plan for us and who are we to question. Well I'm not doubting what's ahead of me I just need some help with my directions. I follow all the rules, I even feel guilty when I J walk. So why as I stroll down his path I keep getting knocked off the gold sidewalks? Nothing is going as planned and everything's in shambles. Lord I beg of you to right our ship and to forgive me for my sacrilegious rambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a look inside the mind of D -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815925820650573250-7270571478477603487?l=dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/feeds/7270571478477603487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815925820650573250&amp;postID=7270571478477603487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7270571478477603487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815925820650573250/posts/default/7270571478477603487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustinnicholasbutler.blogspot.com/2011/04/late-thoughts-fresh-from-oven.html' title='Late thoughts fresh from the oven'/><author><name>Dustin Butler</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115008583074330142964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iB5bscygUwY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jK_96oqyn9c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WAkoGVJ_7d4/TbZ66YJZ-II/AAAAAAAAAcM/nqZhNp_dLss/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
