Posted in Motivation, Uncategorized, Update, Writing Chalenge, Writing Doodle

Trying something new.

Okay, so I’ve been completely obsessed with skillshare as of late. I decided to check out a “class” about writing challenges. The object is to write for anywhere from five to fifteen minutes on a prompt. The first day is “Today I noticed” and I go on a ten-minute rant on hot dogs. I can’t wait to see what the next one is. Please if you like the idea please join in and leave your writing doodle in the comments.

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Posted in Motivation, Writing Chalenge, Writing Doodle

Today I noticed… (Day 1/10)

It’s the bread. The bread of a Costco hot dog is what really sets them apart. Its the soft and steamy bun and the crisp snap of the hotdog. Then there are the sesame seeds. Overall its a perfect combo of soft and firm. Moist and juicy that play so well together. Now I like my hotdog plain. Nothing to distract from the taste. There are two things I love on my hotdogs: Cheese and chilly. Caspers hotdog is a close second to the Costco hotdog. The crisp of a Caspers dog is unmatched. Now I’m sorry Hebrew National and ballpark your not gonna cut it. That said I think no one here will argue that any hot dog BBQ and cooked to well done, taste amazing. Now the only thing for me to try is a real New York street dog. I also hear Chicago do not fuck around with there hot dogs. Until I actually try them Costco is king.

Posted in Motivation, slice of life, Uncategorized

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.

I really wish I could write. Now I know, that’s what I’m doing now, but I want to write like my heroes. I wish the words would flow in the cascade of the beauty like that of Neil Gaiman, Or in the unabashed and unfiltered way of the Gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson.  I do not want to be them, only wish my words came out like there’s. I can only hope to one day be happy with what and how I write. My grammar is horrible, My spelling is downright a crime, and lastly, my imagination is nowhere to be found. Now I’m not just sitting down and wishing. I am doing the work. this blog is a huge step in that. something I always thought about doing. I remember reading an interview with someone and he was asked (and I’m paraphrasing here) “Do you only write when Inspired?”  and the author answered “Yes. luckily inspiration hits every day between 9am and 2 pm.”  I always loved that and it has stuck with me for a long time. So now I try my hardest to make this time. I wait till after the kids are all off to school and the house is quiet. then I sit here looking at this snow write page,  wondering what in god’s name I’m going to put on it. I never have a plan, I think that shows. The good news this blog is for me so I’m not scared to just throw whatever is on my mind at the screen and see what sticks. I’m happy with it so far. I do plan on taking some classes in writing and journalism. Now I don’t want to write a novel or become a Pulitzer prized writer by any means. I just want the words to flow out of me onto the screen in a cascade if vocabulary beauty. Is that too much to ask for?

Posted in Motivation, slice of life, Uncategorized, Update

“Gonna try with a little help from my friends”

Well that last post was a joy ride, am I right. Well where do i go from there. the thing i love most about this process, is i never know what I’m going to end with. I sit here and tell my self, “Self do your thing.” and I get what I get.

Phase 2: Taking action.
So i started working with some on. We shall call her B. I meet with B in a few days to discuss our next step. That makes my next step trying to figure out what my next step should be. Adulating is hard. I wish i had faith in my work. Sure i know i can do what ever needs to be done or at least fake it till i make it. When it come time to talk money i freeze. I under value myself because what i can do seems so simple to me. So when i look at making a living i say to myself  “Who would pay X for that? Not me.” but I’m not the one in need of the services. so it’s a tough area for me. That said i do need to make a living at this so i have to come up with something.

Project 2: All in.

The other thing im working on involves my more people. I setting up my own super group of friends that i feel need to be shared with the world. I want my friends to do well. To grow and succeed, and i want to do everything i can to help them. so were starting up a Multimedia company. Will be launching with a Soft launch of our website. I want to launch the website in September, just as every one goes back to school.  Next will come the podcast this one will be fun just in the experimental phase trying to figure out what we are what our voice is. Last part of my three-part plan to take over the world, um i mean to launch will be the YouTube channel. this one is the end goal because i have no idea what the hell is going on at YouTube like at all. So will leave that one last. All in all im really excited to work with these people and excited to share them with you (trust me these people are awesome.)

So there it is my master plan all laid out before you. but given my latest analytics I don’t have to worry about any one reading these so this is the safest place for them. Now im off to do my parental duties. wish me luck and as always may the swine guide your path.

Posted in mental health, slice of life, Therapy, Uncategorized, Update

“The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sounds of silence…”

****I go real on this post. so TRIGGER warring******

I have not forgotten about you. The sound of silence you have been herring is me actually working. Stepping out of my comfort zone. A few weeks ago I decided i was going to do something. I didn’t know what it was. All i knew is i had this urge to create that i had been suppressing for so long. I can remember the first indecent. I was 8 or 9 we were living on star and 2nd street, in Oakley California (just a mile up the road maybe ill add a picture of this house tomorrow ((if you don’t see this pic its cause i haven’t updated it but come back in a few hrs if you wanna see it.)) As i as saying i was 8 or 9 and we had just gotten back from shopping. We picked up a bunch of fruit, this is weird cause its the only memory i have of this much fruit ever in our house, I digress. So we have all this fruit apples, oranges, and bananas. I started putting them in the bowl with the apples on the bottom and the oranges on top, I broke apart the bundle of bananas up and put them around the bowl. Think shrimp cocktail. My step mom walked in and said something. Nothing mean or hurtful just brought attention to me and i hatted it. I was scared. something scared me, no idea what it was, or what was said i just know i was ashamed and didn’t want anyone to think i was………gay. wow… wtf no idea what just happened here. I am trying to go back there in my head. Go through the memory and see if i can recall any details. but all i keep feeling is i didn’t want anyone to know i WAS gay. you see when i was younger, so much younger than to-day. Sorry i had to. when i was growing up i suffered a lot, i mean a lot, of sexual abuse. We had two neighbors that raped me and preformed sexual acts with/on me. One of these neighbors was an adult male. I do not remember much about before or after the indecent. i can remember everything as it happened. crystal clear high-definition, down to the smell of the sheets. This said i have always wondered/worried if i was gay because of this indecent. i didn’t tell a soul about this until after my twenties. Growing up i was always defensive of homosexuals, witch wasn’t easy when your dad is religious. I took this stance because what if i was gay. I mean i did have a dick in my ass. Yeah i said it! I had another man penis in me was i gay? is that what makes you gay? now i know all these questions are stupid in the 21st century but i was 5 or 6 when this happened. The other sexual assault kept happening till i was 11ish. Directing it back to the fruit after that therapy session. At the time i thought my dad would think i was gay so i dumped all the fruit out and threw it back in the bowl in a mess. From that moment on i always suppressed my artistic side. I was already the fat kid, the poor kid, the sloppy kid, the stupid kid i didn’t want to add another target to my back. now me being the genius that i was in the 90’s decided to grow a NKOTB rat tail…..School was not a fun, happy place for me lol. Now jumping back in time to today. I am who i am. I Have decided to stop letting things hold me back. I decided to act. That’s why i have been away from the blog. I have been working, Planning. Wanna know whats funny. I was am afraid to tell my dad anything cause of the potential Judgment and doubt. There is no place in my head for doubt at this moment. I have known idea what im doing or if it will work. I can only take a chance and Take the Leap and hope i land on my feet. You miss 100% of the chances you don’t take.

Well wow that went some where I did not expect. There is a huge part of me that does not want to delete this, but there is a part of me that dose so I am going to listen to that voice. Lets see if it was the good one or bad. I am sorry if you didn’t like this one, but lets face it why are you still reading. To you the one who made it this far. Thank you. Thank you for excepting me and all my weirdness. I thank every one who reads and likes my post. It helps that kid inside know its OK to do you.

Posted in Art, poetry, Uncategorized

Welcome to the order

The eyes of the swine are upon you
searching for truth, digging for the roots,
That cause such evil inside you.

In the dark they haunt you,
Threw the forest they will find you,
Running away won’t change you
And Starting again wont save you.

Welcome to the order,
Drop down to your knees,
Open up your eyes
And welcome to the time of the swine

Digging through the filth,
Eating at the flesh,
Enter Into the mud,
just like all the rest.

Welcome to the order,
Drop down to your knees,
Open up your eyes
And welcome to the time of the swine

The eyes of the swine are upon you,
Digging for the truth, searching at the roots
For the evil inside me….

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized

Big Thoughts for little worries.

Who are we,
and what am I,
the thoughts of broken promises,
that i made upon my self

Trying and failing,
the Hills turn to glass.
as i slip then i slide,
only to wind up on my ass.

The towering inferno,
that is my depression.
Makes a lovely little nest,
for me to collect all my problems in,
and treat them like they’er guest.

Who are we,
and what am I?
The emptiness of my chest,
is drowned out only by the screaming,
coming from my head.