Story time

She walked down from the mountain. Purse full of goji berry heart full of wonder. She had a stride like a Clydesdale and hair like one too. Golden mane glistening in the autumn sun. She was like no one I had ever seen before. Beauty wasn't quite the word you would use to describe her. Her looks were something more. Something pure and enjoyable, just being in her presence felt like a blessing. To hear her voice was to be in the audience of a choir or angels. She was more than a woman, and the fact she was strolling down the path for me made me more than a man. I was a doomed man.
Perfection was never meant to be captured by man. Only the creator has the know how to maintain it. To try and harness the unthinkable force of her was unimaginable, however I knew I was fool enough to try. Who am I exactly? That's a good question. The answer may not be simple. Then again it probably is much easier than I'd like.
- a look inside the mind of D -

Time away

Took some time away to find my voice. Realize my scream has become but a whimper and the force of my pimp hand diminished to but a tap of a Pom Pom. Yes the end of the cool guy D is neigh (near for all you unread motherfuckers).


- a look inside the mind of D -

Still living

Ok I'm still alive
I haven't left this mortal coil
This is still a place for true self expression
I'm done for now but shall be back again.

Drunks just have fun

You know it's been a good time when you lose a shoe, are wearing someone else's socks and though you are in your bed the keys in your hand aren't yours. You know you should be frightened, but the tingling in your body and the minty tangy taste on your tongue won't allow it.
Yes my friends you just made your night EPIC through the power of alcohol. Too bad you'll never remember it.


- a look inside the mind of D -

Time

Wake to a new tomorrow. Tomorrow is yesterday's today. We are living in a future that we shall never reach. You can never truly reach tomorrow and you never get out of yesterday. Time is a mystery my friends. You think you understand how it moves, then you come to realize maybe time hasn't moved and we are merely living in the mists of actions. What does it all mean? Maybe the ultimate meaning is that its all meaningless.

He won

So now this horrid ugly election season is over. I'm so happy we can breath again as our faith in humanity has been restored.

- a look inside the mind of D -

Things are happening

What is this? Is prosperity finally coming our way. When you pray for rain the lord makes it pour. As long as blessings come washing down on us I will continue to praise his name.


Ok now that the respectable shit is out of the way lets turn these good moments into miraculous marvels of astounding awesomeness.
- a look inside the mind of D -

A new place for my RANTS

In My Humble Opinion:

'via Blog this'

Please enjoy my Tumblr home for the strong thoughts I often keep

Just walk on

Keep it moving people


You know what no one ever told my ass how to get to sesame street. I always assumed it was because m black, but then I came to realize that one black guy lived there so I was like what the fuck. So it was a personal attack against me keeping me off their damn street. It just was never right. Damn you big bird and your damn split personality make believe friend.

- a look inside the mind of D -

My feelings can be found: http://dustaquarius.tumblr.com/post/29651693102/hermit-by-day-and-probably-by-night-as-well

the deepest manner of writing I can do. These are my feelings and this is who I am

As time goes by I come to find myself retreat more and more into a world of nothing. I work I play I sleep I eat but in all honesty all these things are done alone. It’s not that there aren’t people I can do all these things with, but I just find comfort in being alone. Some call these feelings depression, but the being alone isn’t really the sad part to me. I’m perfectly fine being left alone with my thoughts and my internet access, this being needed to note down the alone I’m enjoying though others don’t understand. No the depression comes not from being alone, but from recognizing this solo existence is not what I’m supposed to be doing. I’ve had a lifetime of friendships. I’ve had good times out in public, and no matter how much I fight it at heart I’m more a people person then I let on. So that being said why do I feel like being by myself? Also can I truly call it “being by myself” if I write down every emotion and beg the world to read these thoughts? It seems like a backwards attempt at complete acceptance. I want to reach out and touch the world all while denying the world the ability to touch me. I’m the boy in the bubble but I refuse to let the outside tempt me to escape it. In the coming weeks I’ve vowed to try and reconnect with the ones I’ve deemed friends, but at this point I don’t know what kind of friendship I really have to offer. I mean I haven’t been much of a friend for years and wouldn’t know how to become a better one overnight. Also I’ve found so much of myself in this internet I’ve cast myself into people I don’t know and probably wouldn’t bother to know me in real life I’ve cast them in the role of friends. Its such a sad thing really when you get right down to it.  

Well I guess the point of all this is to say

YES i know I don’t talk much

YES i know I’m not the best friend I could be

YES i know as a husband I’m withdrawn most of the time

NO I’m not suffering from DEPRESSION

NO i  don’t need any kind of therapy

YES it will all be changing for the better soon

NO i can’t give an exact time and date for this change to take place

HELL NO I’M NOT GIVING UP MY INTERNETS haha