I paused...

I was on my way to work the other day. I saw a man. He looked homeless but he had a luggage bag that had clothes sticking out of the seams. He had a megaphone and he was preaching about the ills of society. He was saying that Katrina was God's judgment on New Orleans. It was a place of sin and filth. God judged it and Katrina came to be. He warned that we have to be mindful because God will judge us all.

He continued but I did not stay to listen. This all that I heard passing by. I like most people passing by thought one of two things, a crazy homeless guy or a crazy bible thumping homeless guy. It gave me pause. I felt a little bit of shame... because I know that all of what "crazy man" was saying half crossed my mind. I know, that what he was saying is a bit ridiculous but if one is a believer. Can you not say it was God's will?

I mostly felt bad for him and continued with my day. I put the thought out of my mind.

Stories of Bad Kisses

Last night, I'm out at a bar in Newton. My friends and I get on the topic of bad kisses. I heard two of the worst stories that I have heard in long time. One of the belongs to this cute red headed artist girl and the other to my roommates girlfriend.

Story 1:
My roommate's girlfriend told us that her worst kiss was this guy that put his mouth over hers like sealant over a open hole. He opened his mouth and put his whole mouth over her lips.No tongue. No movement. She says that he did this for like 5 to 6 seconds.

What in the world was this man thinking? That was the first and last date with this fellow. Luckily for my roommate, 'cause if that was the quality of guy that he was competing with, it can't be that hard to beat that.

Story 2:
We name this bad kiss after R told the story. We called it the fish kiss. The fish kiss is given by a man with a fish head and dog's tongue. She told us that this man lick the perimeter of her face with his tongue, twice. Yes, licked her face, he licked in a clockwise direction.

I did not think that people can kiss that badly. Wow. These are true stories. If you kiss like any of the people describe in this story, please stop for the love of God. Kissing is not for you...

What is Djspeak.

Simply, it is my brand of English. Being that I'm mildly dyslexic, the structure of my writing is typical shit. My written language is typically littered with awkward constructions and missing articles. It looks like I do not know how to proofread or that I have rushed my writing. The problem has never been that I do not have ideas. The problem is that the reader has to work to get what I trying to get across.

There have been people that have been trained in reading djspeak. There are some that are so good that they have translated djspeak to English. But the goal is for me to do the translating. It seems that I'm not the best candiate for the job. So, the way that I see it, we have two options. One, I learn to translate djspeak. Two, the world learns and loves djspeak. I think that you know my preference. I think that you know what is realistic.

So, I'm dyslexic guy with need to express himself. But when it comes to the written word,it seems I'm at a disadvantage. It does mean that I should not express myself, it means some of my thoughts and feels may be lost in translation. Better to be lost in world then to be lost in within me. At least this way, I'm not the only person that could find my lost expression. And if I'm luck the finder of my lost expressions will be a quick study to djspeak.

I'm learning not to be embrassassed by my written voice for I told most people are bad writers for other reasons. I'm told that most people do not voice, or at least a voice that they are scaried to let be heard. Djspeak, in a way I see as my curse, for clear thinking is a result of clear writing and versa vera. Djspeak, is far from clarify maybe far from clear thinking. Djspeak is not good representation of me, for I think that I'm clear in thought, spirit and body. I fear that among close expectation, djspeak is a not far off representation of me.

It's the first one....

I'm the type of person that you see little notes, little poems and little thoughts on the edge of there notes. I have been doing that for years. I figure that I can put some of there here.

To track some of my random thought. To see them collected in one place. Some of the notes trapped in the liners of my notes from today.

I have to believe that goodness is rewarded....

God does not give us what we can't handle. And I put my trust in him.

looking for love in all the wrong places... But the sad part is the first place I looked all of a sudden became the wrong place to look...

Maybe I come back and revisit some of these thoughts. Write a fuller entry about each one. I figure that it is better to let some of these thought out then to let them bottle. We all have vents . It seems like I need more that I used to. I have the gym, running and cycling but emotional... ah... steam does vent as easily as it once did.