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Name: Danny Country: United States State: California Metro: San Diego Birthday: 7/12/1986 Gender: Male
Interests: psychology, psychiatrics, neurology, parapsychology, near-death and out-of-body experience research, spirituality, philosopy, law, etc. Expertise: My favorite topic is life, my expertise is death, and my quest is for direction. I am at polar ends with myself, and consider who I am as an idea of a higher existence. I am lost, confused and may never find my way, but in realizing that, I find myself a bit wiser by seeing my need for improvement. I may be normal at sight, but the soul lies behind the windows of our eyes. Occupation: Student Industry: Research
Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM: dontfeeddanny
Member Since:
11/3/2003
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| read my profile! i put minimal effort in making it, but i'm hella
interesting dontcha think? nah. i'm out of school, but never out of
life. meaning, i've dropped out of USD for the 2nd and last semester,
but that just means more time for Daniel Arthur to be in the life of
the ones he loves the most, which are those who put the least most
significant effort (which is the most effort in all cases) in getting
into contact with him. IM, call, text, or HOLLER at me yo. :P
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i looked out the window in an aesthetic sense,
for the first time in 3 days of staring periodically
into the monitor of my laptop avoiding the outside,
and i realized everything that fades or blends
into each other has a little bit of gray in between;
the whiteness of clouds into the blue of sky,
the green of leaves into the brown of trees,
and even the ethereal boundary that defines
the ground's contour from the ephemeral colors
of the atmosphere after a long, inquisitive sight
contains a dark silhouette of gray..
simply beautiful.
at that point, i thought to myself, "where the hell
are we?" no, can't be "hell," where in "heaven?"
then i put what i supposedly perceived my life as
into an introspected perspective.. down to the
conditioned phrase i used to react to such insight,
i questioned my ever present location in heaven
from the solely focused hell i inherently reside in
my mind; the inner demons i'm plagued with in the
constituent experience of my soul blinds me from
the intrinsic prospect of my spirit in the essence
of reality, like the extraneous light in a camera
that spoils a photograph; the extrinsic analysis
of my life contaminated my vision, or sense, of
place in the world.
the pathogenic agents of adventitious thought
can infect the congenital sense of existence in
the soul through accentuating the adventitia of
pathogenesis in the mind, but it never penetrates
to the spirit where heaven and earth are
silhouetted, in gray, against the spectrum of colors
that fill all reality.. but when you get down to it,
it never really matters if there is a black or white,
red or blue, brown or green, whether they
compliment each other or complicate each other,
they are all bound together by a transitive sense
of gray.
and this was leading somewhere, but i forgot, or
i'm tired, or both since faitgue affects memory,
either way, i'll continue another day.. but to put
it simply, and accelerate my point before explaining
it, there are presently three general kinds of reality:
physical, spiritual and mental. and today i just saw,
for the first time in a while, all three at once, in one, at a
single, short-lived glance. this also leads to another point,
but i just realized i'm staring periodically into my laptop
again and the bottom half of my body feels numb.
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| im bored. so i'm blogging again. i won 3,000 at the casino playing blackjack
but then i lost it after going back to the casino 8 consecutive days in a row.
i'm addicted, i have a gambling problem. like smoking isn't enough, and missing classes.
it may seem as if my life is going down the drain, but i'm still holding strong inside my soul.
the soul is all that matters to me right now, and anything can happen while im still holding on.
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| everything is good now. everything is alright at the least.
rugby practice is going great.. i've found that my smoking doesnt affect my skill
although it does affect my endurance..but i override that with my passion for the game.
i'll work twice as harder just to be average and three times harder to be content with that.
i'm glad when i'm playing and i hear "good job" from anyone who notices. it makes my day.
as for work goes, abercrombie has been treating me alright.. i hate folding, and it makes me
a very bitter person when customers try to put back clothes in the wrong spot or other stuff.
but i try to cope and think in perspectives, so at least i wont think negative thoughts about
anyone. i'm missing a component in my life to help me become responsible again.. i've been
missing it for 4 years now, and its a crucial time in my life to find out what and where it is.
this life is harder than i thought, just as quitting was. i've painted another failure, but i'll fix it.
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| i woke up at 6am to run with the rugby team today, and i truly realized just how bad this
habit is affecting me. i want to quit smoking, it's been over a year now, i've attempted to
quit more than 3 times every month since i started and i'm getting nowhere. i could barely
run the first warm up lap around the field without wheezing the first few seconds of running.
i'm sad. i did finish the entire workout though, all the way through until 7:30am..but i died
and could barely breathe for the 4 hours i wandered around after..so i slept, and i slept for
hours on end until i missed a whole class..and even after all those hours of sleep, i could barely
stand without feeling like collapsing every minute. today was the worst day of my life, and that
is the only reason i am blogging right now.. i cannot sleep without spilling this out somewhere
before i depress the hell out of me. i finished two classes, went to work for the longest four
hours i've ever spent, and i felt like a zombie the entire time. the only thing that left me hope
to go on every hour was that one cigarette break i get every 3 hours. how sad is that..
yeah, this is all just whining, wah wah wah, blah blah blah.. i dont care, i need to let it out.
maybe it's just the weather.. it was stormy today for the first time in a while.. thunder n all.
i was feeling a little schizo driving home from work today.. i kept feeling like the thunder
was about to strike me.. i kept thinkin about what i would do if i died that moment.
i thought i was prepared to go at anytime, but i was scared and kept asking not to get hit.
maybe i actually have something to live for now..i know i do, but maybe i feel like it now.
i kept thinking about how everything was connected, sound, energy, matter, light, force,
and all that surrounds us. the string theory in physics makes so much sense after thinking
about it for a while.. everything is connected to each other. then i thought about the light
and its relationship to darkness. evil cant exist without a purpose..and only through darkness
can light be revealed.. it makes no sense to me why this chain of thought keeps entering
my mind time and time again.. i come around to the same conclusions, but i need to keep
shaving it down to a precise figure.. it makes no sense. i have a migraine the size of texas.
i cant stay up any longer.. my eyes feel heavier than stone. my analogies are a weak attempt
to describe the miserability i'm experiencing all from one freakingly apparent realization..
i wish i was healthy again, from the time before i started smoking. i used to be such a happy
kid.. despite the bipolar episodes i usually got and still get, i was healthier back then and felt it.
the tabacco industry is an evil evil corporation.. i never knew how powerful an addiction
could be.. the closest i could relate my dependency to is water.. quitting smoking is like
not drinking water for a day, or any substance in that matter. thats seriously how it is for me.
anyway, im yacking away about this for too long.. i need to do something about it..
this is enough. im already embarrassed for writing all this, but it had to be done.
i cant keep hiding away anymore and staying quiet.. i had to let this one out, for old times.
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