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The exotic women of this world will be the death of us all.


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.


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.



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.



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.


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.


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.


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.

I'm thoroughly enjoying my reality my friends

Toxic Love

The things done in the name of LOVE....


....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......
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.
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 Sodom and Gomorrah 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.
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 LOVE in this there can be no doubt.


a look inside the mind of D

Happy Birthday to Her

You are the essence of love. The epitome of beauty and the emperor of class. Happiness is guaranteed when you are near and sadness fails to enter my world. Love you know and forever you are my favorite girl.





February 11th is a epically grand day. My baby gains another year of life and with that life she grows more and more beautiful with each passing day. Some might not understand it but she has always stayed down. No matter what happens I know she has my back. Ride or die chick til the very end, my darling Nikki always has my love. We are just a great fit, always together through thick and thin and our history has shown we will never come to an end. Things are great glorious and grand anytime we can walk hand in hand.
When I doubt myself she is always there to pick me up. When the worlds burdens weigh me down she gives me strength to lift it up. To put it simply she's amazing and I'm blessed to have her. So this day I celebrate her life. Her soul and her spirit. She's great as you can tell so not much else can be said. Darling Nikki my lady love you've been an awesome wife allowing me to lead an epic life.
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Sounds good to me

The sound of greatness can be heard all around. You know what you like and like what you know. Never doubt your tastes. Everyone is energized by something different all the time. We all have different tastes I mean there are hardcore polka lovers in this world. Polka for goodness sake. That's fine and dandy and I say more power to them. I on the other hand loves me some classic rock, punk rock, and/or hip-hop. Oh and most things comedy get me going and smiling on the regular.


Modern music is the greatest gift the mysterious alien race who secretly controls us bestowed upon us, after fire and of course political humor(and by political humor I mean politics in general cuz 90% of the time it's all a big you've got to be kidding me moment). So yes bring on the bands, the choirs, the ensembles, the rhythm sections and everything else in between.
Now let's get to the real, everyone has a band group or an artist they are ashamed of loving and/or enjoying. Different artists strike different chords during different points in our lives. Some are amazingly bad, amazingly talentless or maybe they are just amazingly ill timed. Whatever the reason you hide your love from the masses as not to open yourself up for the forthcoming ridicule. I have no shame to my game, I've rocked ICP proudly for over a decade now while not a single friend of mine has truly understood the love.


Sadly though they are misunderstood they are far from my musical shame. I'm talking groups like Junior Senior whose album I to this day have no idea why I purchased it but at the time I was all about shaking my coconuts until the nut falls out. Or the super popularity of being BLUE da bo de da bo di. Of course like many others of my graduating class (go 1999 last of the millennium baby!) I was suckered in by Fred Durst and is band of loud ass sellouts better known as Limp Bizkit. Don't care who you are if you are in and around my age group you found yourself Rollin' Rollin' BreakN Stuff or N 2Gether now. Goes to show you one mans embarrassing garbage is another man's platinum album.
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Love is Pain and pain is frequent

She's ready for battle. She's ready for war. She won't go down without a fight. You may think you've won but she's thirsty for more you may think its over but its just BEGUN. There is no point in running, hell there ain't nowhere to run. You think she does this for pride? Shit no she does it for fun. She entered your life to penetrate your heart. Not with emotions NO a bullet is how she starts. Fear if you must beware if you can. She doesn't need you. She only allows you around simply for amusement. Beware this girl she will destroy your soul. Beware her touch her song her smell and her taste. Love is her name and her ultimate weapon is FATE.

Bitter much? Maybe, but who hasn't felt the sting. Love is joyous but it too can be the most painful thing. Why should love be so hard? Why this natural institution damned upon us to preserve the species is such an epic torture only God knows. I figure heaven could be boring if they didn't have the prime time drama that is our LOVE LIVES to watch from on high. Who knows why all I know is it becomes increasingly difficult to understand love & all the age and wisdom that comes with time still doesn't clear up the overall snap shot that is LOVE.

Back to the drawing board

On to the next one cuz the last one went bust. Had her in his sights down on his knee pleading cuz in God he trusts. Still made no difference as she walked out that door, leaving no hope for tomorrow for him restful sleep was no more. Feeling lost in oblivion he drank but never forgot. She will be the one who got away, of course it hurt more cuz she's so hot. Crazy to think while they were together it was this moment he had waited; a chance to be alone again no more pressure no angry stares to be evaded. No this moment, his new found freedom, was to be pure bliss. To bad as she walked out the door his day dreams failed to capture the reality of this. Multiple years had gone by & she was all he had ever known. Now with her absent, his space was far from home. Why when youre in love you can feel so trapped, but when that prison of love leaves all the feelings which remain are complete crap. So the question of the moment is why do we even bother?

love

happiness

joy

Sounds to me to be nothing more then a keg of gunpowder. It blows up in your face & leaves you emotionally crippled. So why start down the path simply because her smile, her laugh, her heart stirs up a tiny ripple...a vibration inside that cannot be explained. You risk losing it all to gain a glimmer of hope to finally escape your loneliness pain. Yes, we are all suckers & there is no escape. My only wish is you succeed better then I when it comes to the heart break.

a look inside the mind of D