Continues...

Can't sleep. World of doubt infesting my brain. Big things need to happen and no longer looking for a vague time table. This week. The end of this week. Close of March must bring us, ME, positive changes. Nothing small and meaningless, no, I demand major overhaul to the path on which I currently stroll. This isn't my life. This is an illusion of the here and now I've stumbled upon. This isn't me. This is an imposter pretending to be someone I never intended to be. My direction, meaningless, was to be onward and upward more forward then back. So why look back on yesterday with hopes of tomorrow. No repeats, no more do overs. Play it again Sam is played out. A new tune needs to be pushed forward on this jukebox of life. Everywhere there is pain. No, misery does not follow me. Emptiness, blahs and HO hums are the name of this game. Tired of being numb to an ever drearier world. Thoughts of a better tomorrow propels me forward into the void, but all I see before me is more grays. Grey, damned be American English, is the color of the world. Nothing has ever truly been all black and white. So why be surprised with so much horror in our day to day reporting. Murder Death Kill scream the headlines. Injustice Cruelty Intolerance are growing ever stronger. Everyone preparing for the end of times which the Good Book says cannot be prepared for. If we are to meet our end why allow such negativities to exist. Why keep the hatred game going. Why not love your fellow man as well as yourself. Why not? It's simple, we aren't wired that way. So maybe to escape the horror the boredom the grays that's what I'll need to do with my week. Time to rewrite myself and in turn help rewire the world. Majore change coming and it starts with the individual.


- a look inside the mind of D -

Picture worth a thousand words

The kid was murdered. It WAS racialy motivated. The authorities dropped the ball and EVERYONE needs to be held accountable.
Sadly nothing changes. The South is still the south and the world still runs on RACISM.

Enough Said

- a look inside the mind of D -

High School drama

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.


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.
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).
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 & Soph years are so important to establish early successes or you will be in for a world full of pain.
After relieving these memories I can only say one thing.
THANK GOD I'M 30!

- a look inside the mind of D -

Story Time

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.
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.

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 DAMIEN TALES.....


- a look inside the mind of D -

Freeing Thoughts of fleeing the future

So much goes unspoken, words remain unsaid, these secret feelings are the only thing keeping you from the land of the dead. The living never appreciate what they have until it's gone, but the dead savor life so much they can taste it. Yes the risen dead take lives so the living can appreciate it more. So many people walking around not understanding the blessing they've been given, a feeding demon or a gnawing zombie will most definitely make you appreciate your life much better.
So all these fear of the dead rising to reclaim this world is ludicrous. They don't come to simply rule nor feed. They come to show you the way to the truth. LIFE IS PRECIOUS. So it would probably be best to go out and live it to the fullest wouldn't you think?

DAMN RIGHT IM READY!!!

I'm ready to run my fat ass far far away. When you get right down to it these harbingers of pain and a gory death can't be reasoned with, and personally I'm un easy around guns so until I become one with my samurai sword I'm pretty much a goner when the undead rise.
- a look inside the mind of D -