Doug has had a vision for most of his life of heaven in his mind. He was atheist in his upbringing. Everything in all the books were lies and all the authors were liars. We know of know perfect form of communication that allows us not to lie. Celtic writers that like artists are all irish scribes embellish everything away with the pen.
There is no truth to me if you take my heaven away from me. The dream ends for me when there is no way to create my heaven in cyberspace.
It would be good too if we could live with something sustainable in the real world.
This is out of hand and control. Oh... What can I do but, write you...
If i do make it out of this alive i want you to know i did my best to reach you.
i spoke of the three way vs the four way as a basic design flaw that is at the heart of the worlds problems.
Don't put a cross on her mother earth and sacrifice her to God knows what. She doesn't deserve to be so cross. There is a bridge to my lucky world.
It doesn't matter what your friends say. The bridge it is there for you.
It's a stairway across a river life stream it curves up to a round top.
Then goes down a stair case to the other side of the water.
On new ground. A hex world is found. Some place out in some space. Empty of hate and weapons. The only things we destroy are art of old just to grow the comb higher into a doom it regenerates like a spout.
In Heaven I am a visionary. The same vision I use in my art work but, I don't want to own anything of it. And, I don't want to sell it. I want to barter my artwork for what I want. My craft in truth paying for all my costs with my sweat as an artist. I will atone for all my consuming with my art. And, my belongings just go to waste. Give them away... Holding on to them is kinda gay... Just remember me when Im gone. Threw my art work I live on...
:)
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Doug Gorin Science 33416
33416 is long beach's zip code. It is also my code. Three way street has three ways at the intersection to slide to. Three way only has three ways to collide.
There are only three ways to crash on a three way intersection. Driving on four ways is very dangerous. The lights tell what traffic to do. The freedom of choice is lacking from the four way that has a staggering 16 different ways to get in a traffic collision wreck.
A crash in my car is all it takes to loose my job and my life. I sure wish all intersections were three ways. 33416. 3=3 & 4=16 ways to collide.
I am writing this at a different time then what is above it is my 35th birthday I spent it in love. What life has taught me is that your environment shapes who you are in a way I am a shape inside my mind spirit. I am a ball of light riding bolts of lighting in a computer chip with a program. How far can I deviate from the plan? Could I explain it any better? I feel like a prism in the shape of a six sided crystal like a diamond. I burn brightly inside the shinny shell of a body of glass. Two hexagonal unit pyramids ten stories tall put back to back plus twelve is exactly 2000. One pyramid is 1000 - 6 units whole. IF I use a Y as a three way intersection and a lower case t as a four way intersection it would be easier to explain. The matrix I'm in. It has three perfect tessellations: square, triangle, and hexagon. With these three dimensions the matrix is formed. Like a plane strait and forward the perfect tessellations are slid into each other at a point or intersection. At this point all three dimensions intersect and the perfects can be split into a passage down a corridor threw a fence past a labyrinth into the secret garden. Then the spirit has a chance to return to the other dimension or a new life in a different matrix of perfects.
I seen it all so clear in my dream of what you might think is heaven. (feeling free of the iron grid)
I finish now leaving more questions I see than before. But, if you are clever you can read it threw and imagine exactly what I am describing. I would like to draw it but it is very complicated. I need a program like auto cad or something engineers use to make it with a three d printer i hope. Then I can make a real one and you will see what i mean. I keep writing because it's my birthday and I want you to know I care so I spend it with you.
My spirit is the spirit of everyone like a one-worlder. Somebody who thinks of the whole planet as one organism. Like the works of Fresco and Joseph. Maybe one day I can recreate the vision I had in heaven. The artist M. C. Escher is close to what it is to me. Heaven above all else is an illusion of happiness. It took a form in my case like a crystal lit from the inside from six sides.
Maybe in heaven we ride honey bees as nothing is sweeter than honey. The bees could be the angels that watch over heaven. It is like our life plane earth here. The bees are like angels they bring sweetness and light in the form of there wax candles.
Perhaps...
We all can see the matrix of lines within me. We could do a test. Find out what I really am made of. A DNA test to finally solve exactly what I see before me in the mirror of that I am so found of.
My science is that of the honeycomb design to contain the earth in a protective shield from the radiation of the Suns rays. There are so many applications for honeycombs and hexagons that I do believe they could be in the shape of everything. This dimension is categorically in the form of a mental illness where as the mental health consumer sees visions of hexagonal matrix. It is a very rare form of the Bipolar 2 illness classification. The name of it is hexagonalism. Similarly there is cubism that of course deals with visions of squares and cubes. There is also triangular ism that is the rarest of them all and usually only in females.
Am I doctor? Yes in a general sense we all are when we self administer healing properties. We all can regenerate. The bubble like cities of Fresco may have a fountain of youth in them who knows?
More and more people are awakening from the sleep of this age.
Many more need to be awake...
Now it is Friday March 2012 and I wonder is this really the end of the world or can I make world if it is. This is what I would have to say to you if you here me after the transition. I think it's a good idea to have a planned strategy for the reconstruction if things are a little destroyed. I would suggest the the whole earth is like a small tribe that made the exodus out of Africa. When in all reality that is true that one tribe made it of the Continent maybe less than 100 people that we are all descended from. True there are other strands of lineage but, for the most part everyone else besides true Africans came from that close nit tribe of mothers, brothers, uncles, son, daughter, father, and elders.....
We aren't that different at all. You don't have to be very smart to come to this conclusion.
We are one human family in the animal family on a finite planet we must share everything so everyone feels free. I think in the future people will be more able to travel around the world on trains. They will be transient beings. On the move all the time like a clock winding to a certain conclusion..
Tick Tock Tick Tock the clock how it mocks me. Blocks me. Like a puzzle the unravels in from of you as a gift wrapped in tin foil .... If certain people are moving more over a certain piece of terrain that can be a pristine wilderness if we have but one super city like a bee hive that we all call home.
This matrix of trains and tracks is of a honeycomb nature spread across mountains, forests, deserts, and swam. The three perfect matrices i renamed them. The perfect triangle, square, and hexagon are in that order as to there levels on the earth plane. The first and bottom is the triangle that is formed underground caverns and subways. The triangle is secure like the rock so it dwells in the underworld. The square matrix is of course on the ground and level the curvature of the earth all the way around our life ground. And, the air it belongs to the hexagon matrix of trains tracks that people sip along in there pods.
I think the freer the whole population is to travel that is the measure of freedom to me and most people I feel. If we all say good by to this outdated world and make a super machine city that takes care of our needs then we could spend more time traveling the three perfect matrices.
the matrices would be layers of transportation and automation moving transient people everywhere at once. The smallest unit of transport is like an egg shaped pod. Imagine this pod to be like a ball bouncing threw three different perfect tessellations or matrices.
The life blood of each perfect matrix or system is the transportation arteries of the larger life ground machine. The traffic moves threw the stream of flowing resources that floats itself like the red blood cells of blood. All the resources are all there floating in the circulatory system of the grander machine waiting for access to be awarded? I say awarded but really what I mean is granted. It seems like a space age system that I envision is probably not the most practical or efficient model. But, it is what I envisioned. The world is divide by three layers the top "air" (honeycomb) matrix, the middle "water" (cubist) matrix, and the bottom "earth" (triangular) matrix. Where to put the fire element is only a question that is arrived at threw the scientific method and what we know about the earth and it's most efficient use can be computed by a machine. The Computer can be accessed by anyone. Few things can not be accessed threw the resource management program. In an abundant future ownership will be less attractive than being about to access and travel. Things in this web of automated machines come and go endlessly. So that not a single resource is wasted but finds a use in something constructive and relevant.
The whole world could be made of glass like that of a bubble covering a layer, system or matrix in like a green house. In this way the perfect matrix systems could be stacked one on top of another like an Oreo cookie. The machine includes the entire planet with three shells of glass over it's surface as I described the three perfect matrices and the three levels at witch that be at. Air, Water, Earth. Hexagon, Square, Triangle. in this order top to bottom. Of course there are large holes for the birds and the bees to fly in between the webbing of the transportation machine. There are vast areas of open space between the layers that the glass webbing of the infrastructure seems natural to the eye. Hovering around in these layers are villages and small towns, villas, and vacation spots. All above the earth or under it to avoid destroying the natural order of things on the ground. Sure layer two is on ground level at some points but for the most part it is levitating too. Everything floats as not to disturb the unfolding of natural law on the earth plane. The life plane for animals and plants can be left untouched if we build a steady lattes or netting of cities in the sky. Higher places that have no boundary as too how high in the sky you can build have honeycomb shaped bubbles that can be connected to and seen from outer space.
I think we people need to come together for something planned and tested to be life supporting for future generations. Be it a city, a machine, whatever. The main thing is getting everyone educated up to the point where these things seem possible. Our technology is so great that we could built together if the masses come together for it. Otherwise I think my vision will stay here in cyberspace. Within the walls of each layer is the exclusive use of only the perfect shape in the objects of the living space. Say you are in the honeycomb layer everything including objects are in the shape of a hexagon. The same with the cubist layer, everything is in the shape of squares. Then the same to with triangles in the triangular matrix... It's only a silly vision of what I imagined in my vision in my dream.
This sort of machine made of three layers above the crust and below it constitutes a system that is both life sustaining, healthy for life and future life. The life support system grants access abundance to all. It is a life management system that regulates and maintains stability to bio-life support systems. This is my vision of an elaborate version of what I picture heaven to be like. Thanks for reading thus far.
What we (me and my friends) are asking for is nothing less than a life support systems for all of humanity (mankind) and the earths living things that support mans habitat.
There are only three ways to crash on a three way intersection. Driving on four ways is very dangerous. The lights tell what traffic to do. The freedom of choice is lacking from the four way that has a staggering 16 different ways to get in a traffic collision wreck.
A crash in my car is all it takes to loose my job and my life. I sure wish all intersections were three ways. 33416. 3=3 & 4=16 ways to collide.
I am writing this at a different time then what is above it is my 35th birthday I spent it in love. What life has taught me is that your environment shapes who you are in a way I am a shape inside my mind spirit. I am a ball of light riding bolts of lighting in a computer chip with a program. How far can I deviate from the plan? Could I explain it any better? I feel like a prism in the shape of a six sided crystal like a diamond. I burn brightly inside the shinny shell of a body of glass. Two hexagonal unit pyramids ten stories tall put back to back plus twelve is exactly 2000. One pyramid is 1000 - 6 units whole. IF I use a Y as a three way intersection and a lower case t as a four way intersection it would be easier to explain. The matrix I'm in. It has three perfect tessellations: square, triangle, and hexagon. With these three dimensions the matrix is formed. Like a plane strait and forward the perfect tessellations are slid into each other at a point or intersection. At this point all three dimensions intersect and the perfects can be split into a passage down a corridor threw a fence past a labyrinth into the secret garden. Then the spirit has a chance to return to the other dimension or a new life in a different matrix of perfects.
I seen it all so clear in my dream of what you might think is heaven. (feeling free of the iron grid)
I finish now leaving more questions I see than before. But, if you are clever you can read it threw and imagine exactly what I am describing. I would like to draw it but it is very complicated. I need a program like auto cad or something engineers use to make it with a three d printer i hope. Then I can make a real one and you will see what i mean. I keep writing because it's my birthday and I want you to know I care so I spend it with you.
My spirit is the spirit of everyone like a one-worlder. Somebody who thinks of the whole planet as one organism. Like the works of Fresco and Joseph. Maybe one day I can recreate the vision I had in heaven. The artist M. C. Escher is close to what it is to me. Heaven above all else is an illusion of happiness. It took a form in my case like a crystal lit from the inside from six sides.
Maybe in heaven we ride honey bees as nothing is sweeter than honey. The bees could be the angels that watch over heaven. It is like our life plane earth here. The bees are like angels they bring sweetness and light in the form of there wax candles.
Perhaps...
We all can see the matrix of lines within me. We could do a test. Find out what I really am made of. A DNA test to finally solve exactly what I see before me in the mirror of that I am so found of.
My science is that of the honeycomb design to contain the earth in a protective shield from the radiation of the Suns rays. There are so many applications for honeycombs and hexagons that I do believe they could be in the shape of everything. This dimension is categorically in the form of a mental illness where as the mental health consumer sees visions of hexagonal matrix. It is a very rare form of the Bipolar 2 illness classification. The name of it is hexagonalism. Similarly there is cubism that of course deals with visions of squares and cubes. There is also triangular ism that is the rarest of them all and usually only in females.
Am I doctor? Yes in a general sense we all are when we self administer healing properties. We all can regenerate. The bubble like cities of Fresco may have a fountain of youth in them who knows?
More and more people are awakening from the sleep of this age.
Many more need to be awake...
Now it is Friday March 2012 and I wonder is this really the end of the world or can I make world if it is. This is what I would have to say to you if you here me after the transition. I think it's a good idea to have a planned strategy for the reconstruction if things are a little destroyed. I would suggest the the whole earth is like a small tribe that made the exodus out of Africa. When in all reality that is true that one tribe made it of the Continent maybe less than 100 people that we are all descended from. True there are other strands of lineage but, for the most part everyone else besides true Africans came from that close nit tribe of mothers, brothers, uncles, son, daughter, father, and elders.....
We aren't that different at all. You don't have to be very smart to come to this conclusion.
We are one human family in the animal family on a finite planet we must share everything so everyone feels free. I think in the future people will be more able to travel around the world on trains. They will be transient beings. On the move all the time like a clock winding to a certain conclusion..
Tick Tock Tick Tock the clock how it mocks me. Blocks me. Like a puzzle the unravels in from of you as a gift wrapped in tin foil .... If certain people are moving more over a certain piece of terrain that can be a pristine wilderness if we have but one super city like a bee hive that we all call home.
This matrix of trains and tracks is of a honeycomb nature spread across mountains, forests, deserts, and swam. The three perfect matrices i renamed them. The perfect triangle, square, and hexagon are in that order as to there levels on the earth plane. The first and bottom is the triangle that is formed underground caverns and subways. The triangle is secure like the rock so it dwells in the underworld. The square matrix is of course on the ground and level the curvature of the earth all the way around our life ground. And, the air it belongs to the hexagon matrix of trains tracks that people sip along in there pods.
I think the freer the whole population is to travel that is the measure of freedom to me and most people I feel. If we all say good by to this outdated world and make a super machine city that takes care of our needs then we could spend more time traveling the three perfect matrices.
the matrices would be layers of transportation and automation moving transient people everywhere at once. The smallest unit of transport is like an egg shaped pod. Imagine this pod to be like a ball bouncing threw three different perfect tessellations or matrices.
The life blood of each perfect matrix or system is the transportation arteries of the larger life ground machine. The traffic moves threw the stream of flowing resources that floats itself like the red blood cells of blood. All the resources are all there floating in the circulatory system of the grander machine waiting for access to be awarded? I say awarded but really what I mean is granted. It seems like a space age system that I envision is probably not the most practical or efficient model. But, it is what I envisioned. The world is divide by three layers the top "air" (honeycomb) matrix, the middle "water" (cubist) matrix, and the bottom "earth" (triangular) matrix. Where to put the fire element is only a question that is arrived at threw the scientific method and what we know about the earth and it's most efficient use can be computed by a machine. The Computer can be accessed by anyone. Few things can not be accessed threw the resource management program. In an abundant future ownership will be less attractive than being about to access and travel. Things in this web of automated machines come and go endlessly. So that not a single resource is wasted but finds a use in something constructive and relevant.
The whole world could be made of glass like that of a bubble covering a layer, system or matrix in like a green house. In this way the perfect matrix systems could be stacked one on top of another like an Oreo cookie. The machine includes the entire planet with three shells of glass over it's surface as I described the three perfect matrices and the three levels at witch that be at. Air, Water, Earth. Hexagon, Square, Triangle. in this order top to bottom. Of course there are large holes for the birds and the bees to fly in between the webbing of the transportation machine. There are vast areas of open space between the layers that the glass webbing of the infrastructure seems natural to the eye. Hovering around in these layers are villages and small towns, villas, and vacation spots. All above the earth or under it to avoid destroying the natural order of things on the ground. Sure layer two is on ground level at some points but for the most part it is levitating too. Everything floats as not to disturb the unfolding of natural law on the earth plane. The life plane for animals and plants can be left untouched if we build a steady lattes or netting of cities in the sky. Higher places that have no boundary as too how high in the sky you can build have honeycomb shaped bubbles that can be connected to and seen from outer space.
I think we people need to come together for something planned and tested to be life supporting for future generations. Be it a city, a machine, whatever. The main thing is getting everyone educated up to the point where these things seem possible. Our technology is so great that we could built together if the masses come together for it. Otherwise I think my vision will stay here in cyberspace. Within the walls of each layer is the exclusive use of only the perfect shape in the objects of the living space. Say you are in the honeycomb layer everything including objects are in the shape of a hexagon. The same with the cubist layer, everything is in the shape of squares. Then the same to with triangles in the triangular matrix... It's only a silly vision of what I imagined in my vision in my dream.
This sort of machine made of three layers above the crust and below it constitutes a system that is both life sustaining, healthy for life and future life. The life support system grants access abundance to all. It is a life management system that regulates and maintains stability to bio-life support systems. This is my vision of an elaborate version of what I picture heaven to be like. Thanks for reading thus far.
What we (me and my friends) are asking for is nothing less than a life support systems for all of humanity (mankind) and the earths living things that support mans habitat.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Merry X-MAS
"Thew the holidays homeless wounded men walk the streets alone because of there mental illness no one will have them for Christmas Dinner. No nobody wants them to ruin christmas dinner with the family. So the mentally ill man huddles under the bridge at night wanting rum to warm his thighs. So, cold is the Christmas in Memphis. So warm indoors. And, cold outside. The warmth of the home fills imagination with wonder how I am so lucky to have a place to blunder. Independent of my parents I have my own space even though I am diagnosed with a mental illness I can function and be self reliant. Luck am I not to be the bum in the garbage can. Blessed are the ones who can be in the warm indoors during the holiday season. Give thanks to those loved ones far away that support you in the regular days as well has the holidays. For, a mentally ill person the holidays can be a trigger to mania. What I like to do when I am manic is clean my home and myself. Cleaning makes me feel better. I am diagnosed with OCD too. I have many labels and hurtles to overcome to speak with you online.
Thanks Goodness for the people who love you when no one else will. or did.
What did you do for christmas Dog? Is what you say.
I say.
"I lost it. I caved. I spent X Mas. On an escape. Time is so that I just want to escape.
I didn't go to my girlfriends house for dinner with her family. A man of my monster like hight and size doesn't fit very well in a house full of people. I am the outsider this Christmas. I wanted just to go into the future to spring."
"I spent X-mas at my new apartment in Bartlett. It is Spotties first Xmas and I didn't want to leave him alone. I wanted to spend Xmas in my new apartment with him as it is my first xmas in my new place."
and you say. "Hey, thats Ok Doug we love you anyhow."
"It is a white Xmas in Memphis very rare. People should care. On Xmas in the snow. We go to play with the dogs. I take my dog out to poop this morning wether it is Xmas or not. He is a great dog Spot. Got a spot marking on the top of his neck he is reddish in color with short hair. Spotty looks like my dog Dandy that I had in my childhood but, bigger and more expressive."
"I get kind of crazy around the holidays. Blessed is the man and the wrapping. So, grateful we are to get presents. We throw away the wrapper.
In a landfill it melts like a dead snake. So, wasteful are we to think.
That we should get what we want and not what we need. So, arrogant are we to bleed year after year. From the bank book to the store until we are in deep some more for the money system is built on owing something to someone else...
We don't owe each other anything. This time of the year would better be spent adding to storage of things we really need instead of want.
There is a man outside in the cold on Xmas but, it isn't me. But, so.. There are people that don't have anything. That's not me. But, so I wish they had as much as me. There are enough resources on the earth to supply everyone with my lifestyle of independence and function. We could all live comfortably.
Imagine it. You can't imagine it cause it's never been done before.
That would be my christmas wish that we all could have equality.
That each and everyone could have such a pleasant place to dwell all year around. Not, just the holidays. If the world outside of my door is cold and the inside is warm than can't we assume if that we wanted to keep every soul warm we need only duplicate the space within the door?
There are enough materials in the word to do this for every human being but, because of the money system it is not possible for it needs people to live outdoors for it to survive.
It is a beast not a pride. Money is evil. It destroys as a matter of business. If it didn't destroy things it wouldn't grow and that wouldn't make it money cause are dept wouldn't grow too.
Don't you think there is a better way? Can't we live in sanity? Can
you agree with me? Could you not talk at me?
Dingle Berries. That is what you are to me. Dingle berries. You are the little pieces of stuff my dog chews on the carpeted floor. I don't understand you at all. I gonna find me a mission. I am going to me something I believe in. I am going to try to mend the world you ripped a new ass hole in.
I am going to try to heal her and atone for our bad things that we do to our mother earth. I am going to try to fix it to make it sustainable. Something we can live with. But, So, Not. The money system you see? Barter system is clean.
The Barter system has a place for that mentally ill man out in the cold during the holidays. It has something for you and me. The barter system is clean.
It can heal this big old world. Don't you see? It sharing.
Thanks Goodness for the people who love you when no one else will. or did.
What did you do for christmas Dog? Is what you say.
I say.
"I lost it. I caved. I spent X Mas. On an escape. Time is so that I just want to escape.
I didn't go to my girlfriends house for dinner with her family. A man of my monster like hight and size doesn't fit very well in a house full of people. I am the outsider this Christmas. I wanted just to go into the future to spring."
"I spent X-mas at my new apartment in Bartlett. It is Spotties first Xmas and I didn't want to leave him alone. I wanted to spend Xmas in my new apartment with him as it is my first xmas in my new place."
and you say. "Hey, thats Ok Doug we love you anyhow."
"It is a white Xmas in Memphis very rare. People should care. On Xmas in the snow. We go to play with the dogs. I take my dog out to poop this morning wether it is Xmas or not. He is a great dog Spot. Got a spot marking on the top of his neck he is reddish in color with short hair. Spotty looks like my dog Dandy that I had in my childhood but, bigger and more expressive."
"I get kind of crazy around the holidays. Blessed is the man and the wrapping. So, grateful we are to get presents. We throw away the wrapper.
In a landfill it melts like a dead snake. So, wasteful are we to think.
That we should get what we want and not what we need. So, arrogant are we to bleed year after year. From the bank book to the store until we are in deep some more for the money system is built on owing something to someone else...
We don't owe each other anything. This time of the year would better be spent adding to storage of things we really need instead of want.
There is a man outside in the cold on Xmas but, it isn't me. But, so.. There are people that don't have anything. That's not me. But, so I wish they had as much as me. There are enough resources on the earth to supply everyone with my lifestyle of independence and function. We could all live comfortably.
Imagine it. You can't imagine it cause it's never been done before.
That would be my christmas wish that we all could have equality.
That each and everyone could have such a pleasant place to dwell all year around. Not, just the holidays. If the world outside of my door is cold and the inside is warm than can't we assume if that we wanted to keep every soul warm we need only duplicate the space within the door?
There are enough materials in the word to do this for every human being but, because of the money system it is not possible for it needs people to live outdoors for it to survive.
It is a beast not a pride. Money is evil. It destroys as a matter of business. If it didn't destroy things it wouldn't grow and that wouldn't make it money cause are dept wouldn't grow too.
Don't you think there is a better way? Can't we live in sanity? Can
you agree with me? Could you not talk at me?
Dingle Berries. That is what you are to me. Dingle berries. You are the little pieces of stuff my dog chews on the carpeted floor. I don't understand you at all. I gonna find me a mission. I am going to me something I believe in. I am going to try to mend the world you ripped a new ass hole in.
I am going to try to heal her and atone for our bad things that we do to our mother earth. I am going to try to fix it to make it sustainable. Something we can live with. But, So, Not. The money system you see? Barter system is clean.
The Barter system has a place for that mentally ill man out in the cold during the holidays. It has something for you and me. The barter system is clean.
It can heal this big old world. Don't you see? It sharing.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Doug Gorin the inventor of the barter system in his neighborhood
I advocate for the barter system as a replacement for the money system and the free resource based society. You get a more personal system hand to mouth kind of feeling when you barter. It is more spiritual in nature and feeds the soul.
Here is what I wrote as a comment to a you tube video about the slavery of man to money:
@ShadowSenator I accredited to the invention of the barter system in my neighborhood is East Memphis. The center of the U.S.A. and I would gladly go back to the barter system. It is the cleanest system emotionally, pycologicly, and physically. The barter system is man's first system and it serves us well.
Here is what I wrote as a comment to a you tube video about the slavery of man to money:
@ShadowSenator I accredited to the invention of the barter system in my neighborhood is East Memphis. The center of the U.S.A. and I would gladly go back to the barter system. It is the cleanest system emotionally, pycologicly, and physically. The barter system is man's first system and it serves us well.
Monday, October 11, 2010
I don't wanna see you cry now I wonder why you were pushed to the point Where you felt you couldn't take no more Look in my eyes now I wanna show you that I care And I can't stand to see you hurting I love the one you are I'm not too far away To help you if you when you need that If you're my mom, my brother, my friend My lover, my sister I wanna wish ya a good day
I don't wanna see you cry now
I wonder why you were pushed to the point
Where you felt you couldn't take no more
Look in my eyes now
I wanna show you that I care
And I can't stand to see you hurting
I love the one you are
I'm not too far away
To help you if you when you need that
If you're my mom, my brother, my friend
My lover, my sister
I wanna wish ya a good day
I wonder why you were pushed to the point
Where you felt you couldn't take no more
Look in my eyes now
I wanna show you that I care
And I can't stand to see you hurting
I love the one you are
I'm not too far away
To help you if you when you need that
If you're my mom, my brother, my friend
My lover, my sister
I wanna wish ya a good day
Friday, October 8, 2010
"So Blessed AM I That I don't Believe IT! ME!"
"Blessed are the skies, the water, and the ground too. Blessed are me and you. Blessed are the wind and the fire. Blessed are the microbes and the mac users. Blessed is the.
God bless me as I be. God bless you as much as me.
Love thy self as much as god blessed me.
For we are the Children of God so softly we speak.
We creatures bound to the earth hum softly in the universe.
The humans of humanity.
So, blessed are we to be living with animals in harmony.
So. Love each other...
Love....
Grows like a grape vine near the rivers edge it goes down the river with the river animals swimming so hum softly with me.....
God is here to help us in our time of living. We do not live for the afterlife we live our lives every moment for the now.
Can you see the moon is full tonight my love I spend the night my love alone with god and he tells me things...
The Universe will not end with the clock ticking down to the alinement it important to remember that this isn't the end...
Rather, It is a new beginning for humanity a chance to set this right.
Gather your wits about you this time it really will matter if you forgot your things.
Be patient for people to come to there piece it may take some time and undoing for you to sleep...
Tonight we toast wit toast. Another clock tick gone before it comes...
The weather in shakes nations to there knees some to the ground...
Be there for each other. Love one woman and One brother. And, your mother...
Sometimes I am so lucky that I do not believe I am me...
I am the official.
Do you know? NO! I wish I only do a better at the next official job! lol
Douglas Allen Gorin the legend.
I born march 1st 1977
The birth date of a legend.
I thank everybody. God.
Bless US everyone.
God bless us all.
But, Did God bless me more?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I gorged myself on your love
I am the type you know on the neighborhood block with my dog. The one who walks a lot. Bizarre. That I lived a life with mental illness with a car. All the shouting in the car drove me mad my friends. All the voices telling me different directions when really I need to follow my compass. Without these friends then I don't know me anymore and I don't care for drama. I did my best. Love. Loving you is a great thing but, I have friends from high school that you might be jealous of but, no my love that is foolish. My friends are from high school. All of you don't have such a long history. She is the best and I put down some rules for my friends. They are not to say your name or talk about you. I always do best at whatever I do. I'm a smart man life is good to me. No. Drama. I want only to exist. I want to be loved love love. See. I have to be free of the negativity that you bring to me and I don't want to loose you... I just want to have my friends. See? It's a mystery to me. Why we disagree? Friends are friends. We are all mentally ill. We have beautiful issues and space to work them out in a place. Why can't it be here? Crazy are we. So what to say. She fits like a glove over me. Don't you see? How are you going to score if you share my love? No. I store my love. I don't give away my love so easily as you that share. I am not I am. I am. And, I have an old soul. So many stories yet to be told. Of the young and the old. The play time land. The fantastic fantasy. What is going through your mind? Crazy? Your mentally ill too. So. Join us please. We are mentally ill and have brain damage. Will you help me? I am very smart and can help in a lot of ways. I have performed all sorts of jobs.
Evolution has made me good at invention. I evolve with my environment taking objects from it to create tools to build heaven. It is a honeycomb hive. A heaven. My heaven. I wish everyone had a heaven like I do...
I wish everyone feels love like I do... I wish that I had a mug for my doug and a hug with a love a dove dove snug in the rug with doug. I wish. I wish. I knew what it means to be with me. I don't understand him at all my lord. He is too tall my lord. The bell maker. The cell shaker. The freedom bagpipes singing over the meadow so green. Irish Green. Like the stuff of movies and legends how he got here I wish I knew him better my love. Me. What doesn't it mean to love me. I am the best lover to be a friend that gives until the end. A lucky four leaf clover so modest in demeanor you would not believe he is a giant until you meet him there on the stone staircase to heaven. My honey is heaven to your love. You like me? I like you. Lets get along together in harmony. Peace to truth for all the world to see what it means to be free man. Can you see that water flowing down old river. How he whispers to his creatures what to do in times of wonder. To blunder is to stupid is what they tell me. Both, side pulling stretching me in two different directions. Why can't they be one? Grass Hoppa jumping to fast for me old man river it makes me want to catch a leave flowing with the river down to the bottom. The things stupid things you think you only want to make things better. Grass Hoppa. You can not put a value on such things as love. You can't destroy things as strong as love. Friends of yours know this too. Why, would you talk to me about nothing you know about? Grass hoppa.
Evolution has made me good at invention. I evolve with my environment taking objects from it to create tools to build heaven. It is a honeycomb hive. A heaven. My heaven. I wish everyone had a heaven like I do...
I wish everyone feels love like I do... I wish that I had a mug for my doug and a hug with a love a dove dove snug in the rug with doug. I wish. I wish. I knew what it means to be with me. I don't understand him at all my lord. He is too tall my lord. The bell maker. The cell shaker. The freedom bagpipes singing over the meadow so green. Irish Green. Like the stuff of movies and legends how he got here I wish I knew him better my love. Me. What doesn't it mean to love me. I am the best lover to be a friend that gives until the end. A lucky four leaf clover so modest in demeanor you would not believe he is a giant until you meet him there on the stone staircase to heaven. My honey is heaven to your love. You like me? I like you. Lets get along together in harmony. Peace to truth for all the world to see what it means to be free man. Can you see that water flowing down old river. How he whispers to his creatures what to do in times of wonder. To blunder is to stupid is what they tell me. Both, side pulling stretching me in two different directions. Why can't they be one? Grass Hoppa jumping to fast for me old man river it makes me want to catch a leave flowing with the river down to the bottom. The things stupid things you think you only want to make things better. Grass Hoppa. You can not put a value on such things as love. You can't destroy things as strong as love. Friends of yours know this too. Why, would you talk to me about nothing you know about? Grass hoppa.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Hey pretty don't you want to take a ride with me
"Sure sweeter than honey. Can you feel me love you? Hey Pretty is what I am listening to by POE. She is my favorite artist. A muse. Interesting how deep her songs are. Now the song changed to It's not it's you.
You ride along your square four way intersection and boom. You get in a car accident and you wonder why it's always the other guys fault. It's freaky how self center and materialistic the monetary system is.
I don't understand why you block heads can't understand the simple math involved in the theory. If only people would take me seriously and see past the body.
I stand 6 3 muscular and athletic with three different colors of hair and a 5 oclock shadow. I am dark. I can think the worst. But, I choose not to. I choose to be positive. The positive people are the ones making all the changes.
I'd like to build a honeycomb subway system. Down underground in the comb everything goes. We smoke freely and watch the smoke ride the wind up out of the Man Cave.
Wine is fine. Burgers and herba. But, that's it. I can't do the funky kicks anymore. I like to blog. It is just the information you want to put out there and your more free of worry...
I always loved to write. I seem to be a scribe. Oh... My goodness.
I have my own cartoon and Movie.
Doug or Douglas is a favorable name in there times of square people come together to build something fantastic I challenge you this generation to leave an Architech Style for this error or era. See I can please my drive to advocate for a better system. You know I have been advocating since I was 13.
That's when I found the artifact that convinced me of the rightness of my world over yours. My subway will be a comb a complete city underground. Impervious to what goes on the surface. A genius like me can do a beautiful job at putting the little peaces together.
Some words on the internet so time what's on my mind. Coffee. Selling my world to the world. That is what I do everyday.
So, you say you are interested E mail me douglasgorin@gmail.com
Beg, you say that you don't understand. Clarity is Clear.
It is what it is. You see. Actually the square world disgusts me sometimes.....
We bow down and stop for a light. Get in car accidents like it a date. About the amount of time for some really unlucky fellow. You see what I am saying?
I talk through these fingers about different worlds. Better Worlds.
Now I am listening to who's got the herb by 311. Listen along if you please.
We stop at red signs. On the road the shaking of the brain at these stops confuses us so nice.
The shaking of your brain in your skull each time you stop and go. Then Stop and go. What if I could make you all young again in your body like the fountain of youth. Well the body has needs. The brain require care to keep focused on your mental heath. Cause, if you ain't got that then what do you have?
311 got the herb and you can't avoid that. Listen. Rock your head.
I don't what no one dead. Rock that heads down up again ok.. Stop.
If you stay at a light long enough you loose your attention making the decision harder for you when accelerating the car.
I will never understand you square people. It's feels good to smoke herb. I love it. It's great. Yes! You see. Actually. Your brain gets scrambled when you stop and go at a light or sign and get brain damage. You take pills to sleep at night. Then take the pill to stop the pain of the brain damage you get by driving stopping and starting waiting and accelerating. Not to mention the air quality and gas fumes you are inhaling. And, you think a little herb going to make my life happy. It will. I advocate for giving herb to mentally ill people as the silver bullet cure all.
You think about the brain damage year after year of the health value of having a clean place to have a habitat. The air is not good who cares anymore? So, you see there is my way or the highway is going to be ugly. Understand? I design to please. All I ask in return is that you read.
I want to change you all. I want to change the world to my way of the honeycomb hexagonal system (VINE) like infrastructer that hangs low like the grapes of a very good wine. The t jesus of all wines sweetness and honey.
No, I don't mean Money I mean love that is the ticket to the circus ride.
Where did you go? What's your Pleasure?
You ride along your square four way intersection and boom. You get in a car accident and you wonder why it's always the other guys fault. It's freaky how self center and materialistic the monetary system is.
I don't understand why you block heads can't understand the simple math involved in the theory. If only people would take me seriously and see past the body.
I stand 6 3 muscular and athletic with three different colors of hair and a 5 oclock shadow. I am dark. I can think the worst. But, I choose not to. I choose to be positive. The positive people are the ones making all the changes.
I'd like to build a honeycomb subway system. Down underground in the comb everything goes. We smoke freely and watch the smoke ride the wind up out of the Man Cave.
Wine is fine. Burgers and herba. But, that's it. I can't do the funky kicks anymore. I like to blog. It is just the information you want to put out there and your more free of worry...
I always loved to write. I seem to be a scribe. Oh... My goodness.
I have my own cartoon and Movie.
Doug or Douglas is a favorable name in there times of square people come together to build something fantastic I challenge you this generation to leave an Architech Style for this error or era. See I can please my drive to advocate for a better system. You know I have been advocating since I was 13.
That's when I found the artifact that convinced me of the rightness of my world over yours. My subway will be a comb a complete city underground. Impervious to what goes on the surface. A genius like me can do a beautiful job at putting the little peaces together.
Some words on the internet so time what's on my mind. Coffee. Selling my world to the world. That is what I do everyday.
So, you say you are interested E mail me douglasgorin@gmail.com
Beg, you say that you don't understand. Clarity is Clear.
It is what it is. You see. Actually the square world disgusts me sometimes.....
We bow down and stop for a light. Get in car accidents like it a date. About the amount of time for some really unlucky fellow. You see what I am saying?
I talk through these fingers about different worlds. Better Worlds.
Now I am listening to who's got the herb by 311. Listen along if you please.
We stop at red signs. On the road the shaking of the brain at these stops confuses us so nice.
The shaking of your brain in your skull each time you stop and go. Then Stop and go. What if I could make you all young again in your body like the fountain of youth. Well the body has needs. The brain require care to keep focused on your mental heath. Cause, if you ain't got that then what do you have?
311 got the herb and you can't avoid that. Listen. Rock your head.
I don't what no one dead. Rock that heads down up again ok.. Stop.
If you stay at a light long enough you loose your attention making the decision harder for you when accelerating the car.
I will never understand you square people. It's feels good to smoke herb. I love it. It's great. Yes! You see. Actually. Your brain gets scrambled when you stop and go at a light or sign and get brain damage. You take pills to sleep at night. Then take the pill to stop the pain of the brain damage you get by driving stopping and starting waiting and accelerating. Not to mention the air quality and gas fumes you are inhaling. And, you think a little herb going to make my life happy. It will. I advocate for giving herb to mentally ill people as the silver bullet cure all.
You think about the brain damage year after year of the health value of having a clean place to have a habitat. The air is not good who cares anymore? So, you see there is my way or the highway is going to be ugly. Understand? I design to please. All I ask in return is that you read.
I want to change you all. I want to change the world to my way of the honeycomb hexagonal system (VINE) like infrastructer that hangs low like the grapes of a very good wine. The t jesus of all wines sweetness and honey.
No, I don't mean Money I mean love that is the ticket to the circus ride.
Where did you go? What's your Pleasure?
"Now I can sit back and write about this place"
"Right Now I am leaving my home to go to a new home. And, that means I can sit back and write about this place called the woods. The woods is where the big dog's of Memphis make our deals. Barter system. And, when get back everything will be Ok. Cause, on the streets of Memphis the kings are watching on the clock tower. The kings watch and wonder what it is all about. These squares...?
The honeycomb is much sweeter. You sweat more that makes you thinner and beautiful. The Comb Challenges you to be at your best. It's a shame and a wonder. Why? It's a blunder. These squares. If I could grant someone there last wish and it was me it would be for you to see the blunder. The squares air is the hexagon. It is the seed. Can't you see? It is what it is.
If I had a million dollars I would give it to me a I will fix all these things. No?
If I was king.
Doug king of Memphis.
I would take of all these problems because with the best mind on the project it is more likely to get complete. To make it!
{Please' I have made it!
I can live on cyberspace in my dream I am a bell maker. I live near coastal france. I have three sons. I love my life and my wife. I had a job. Back then I was a bell maker for the church. We made beautiful works of are. Inlaid. Special Script.
Lucky. That's what they call me. And, They are right to think that I have lived 70yrs of life for a 30 yr old. I am so wise at such a young age. I can do is the attidude of my geration. If I can't do it. Who can? My Generation everyone wins. Still. Listen. There is no greater generation than the 30 yr olds of America. We are the youth of a powerful nation. Our views shape nations. What we do say is matter. The first youth with the internet and lots of free time.
You See? Actually? I am not the blame for worlds disorder. I fix it though. My spacial ableity can not be messed with. That is my supper power. I can find a place for everything for I value empty space for more that an object. You undersand? I am not like them?
Why did I put a question mark there?
I am a lot like you on meds from the beginning. Smarter. Far are the thoughts in my head the skip over the information wave like a stone over water to reach out and talk to the creator.
The honeycomb is much sweeter. You sweat more that makes you thinner and beautiful. The Comb Challenges you to be at your best. It's a shame and a wonder. Why? It's a blunder. These squares. If I could grant someone there last wish and it was me it would be for you to see the blunder. The squares air is the hexagon. It is the seed. Can't you see? It is what it is.
If I had a million dollars I would give it to me a I will fix all these things. No?
If I was king.
Doug king of Memphis.
I would take of all these problems because with the best mind on the project it is more likely to get complete. To make it!
{Please' I have made it!
I can live on cyberspace in my dream I am a bell maker. I live near coastal france. I have three sons. I love my life and my wife. I had a job. Back then I was a bell maker for the church. We made beautiful works of are. Inlaid. Special Script.
Lucky. That's what they call me. And, They are right to think that I have lived 70yrs of life for a 30 yr old. I am so wise at such a young age. I can do is the attidude of my geration. If I can't do it. Who can? My Generation everyone wins. Still. Listen. There is no greater generation than the 30 yr olds of America. We are the youth of a powerful nation. Our views shape nations. What we do say is matter. The first youth with the internet and lots of free time.
You See? Actually? I am not the blame for worlds disorder. I fix it though. My spacial ableity can not be messed with. That is my supper power. I can find a place for everything for I value empty space for more that an object. You undersand? I am not like them?
Why did I put a question mark there?
I am a lot like you on meds from the beginning. Smarter. Far are the thoughts in my head the skip over the information wave like a stone over water to reach out and talk to the creator.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
"Now I shed tears instead of laughter"
"How long before it becomes an obsession? I can assure you nothin bad will happen to you. I don't want to hurt you. I'm mad but, not crazy. I think of everything we went threw together and ask myself how is this happing? After all the shit we have gone threw... Is there no such thing as love? Is this it? I don't know how I am going to meet anyone and go threw as much shit with them as I did you. It doesn't even seem possible. I don't think I will ever be as down as when I met you. Everything else will just seem shallow compared to what you have seen me threw. I don't have to thank you. You know I care. It's just so surreal to think it's over now and I have to find something else to do. I am not the type to fall in love so easy as you. It took me a while to feel what we call love and I don't know how I am going to do it again without you. You say it's ok. Don't worry. How can you? If you loved me wouldn't you be sweating bullets right now too? How can it be? You let go of me. I do commend you on keeping your word with me. You said if I ever got with Leslie again it would be over. So, out of all the things you said that didn't hold up that one thing broke the damn. Well if that is all it took then there must be something in you that wanted out. It's kind of funny I don't really feel the same. I guess you call it insanity. Loving you over and over. Insanity doing the same thing over and over. I guess maybe it is. But, it was good and I loved doing it over and over. I don't want to change. I don't want to go out and do the bar scene or the single thing. I am being forced to now and it's hard. My heart really isn't in it. I would rather be loving you but, you say that's insane. Not changing is crazy. I really think being on tv changed you and you saw that men wanting you was an opportunity for you to move up. Some man is sleeping with my woman. It took forever just to be allowed in her house. I love her heart. I loved her very much and now some other man got what I worked so hard for. Ironic. You were worth it. I will always remember you the way you were. The way you were before being on TV made your head big and changed. Maybe I changed and wanted more too. I wanted you. But, I couldn't have you the way you appear to me in my dreams forever. Old man time is a Bastard. I wish I could have that moment forever when I made you laugh that was all that mattered. When I first met you and thought my parents were paying you to be with me. Now I shed tears instead of laughter.
Monday, September 6, 2010
"Interesting that we don't all feel love"
"I am listening to John Mayer's 'Heartbreak Warfare' turn it on if you have Grooveshark. I feel no pain for I am loved. Can't we put shoes on everyone? Can't we put glasses on everyone? Can't we? If we love our fellow folks. Can't we form a circle and have a smoke? Can't we all hold hands and share a joke? We are civilized at all. No, we are't Civilized at all. Compare us to any other thing and I think in the end you will agree that we are not in sync. We are not one we haven't even begun to be Civilized. Are hearts are open bleeding blood on the ground and were is the voice of the sound? Mental illness must be everywhere. How can we not care? Hurting people everywhere. Letting bombs it in daycare how can call ourselves Civilized? More love to the one who speaks. More love to him. More love to the one who can't partisipate. More love to her. We need everyone to love man as they do....
Saturday, September 4, 2010
"All-right! I can write more about our beloved Douglas Allen Gorin
"All-right! I can write more about our beloved Douglas Allen Gorin. I have an interesting existence in my role in life. It can be played here is cyberspace. There is a place I go when I'm stressed out called the honeycomb. It were I hide my wii. I love to play my wii. Apple is really great two. I like Google. EEE. I am a tech guy. I can do all of my work right here in the cyberspace. You understand I am at home and my actual job is just being a good citizen help old ladies across the street. Yes, I am born on the first of march 1977. Very luck me. I have always had the luck throughout my life the attribute of luck has come into play so many times that I am wondering if I am just in a game. So, But, You see my delimma. I worry that I have some sort of homing device on the back of my neck and the authorities are controling it like a puppet on a string. But, I know better than that to assume anything anymore...
I really don't know what really it is all about is preparing for the worst case scenerio manically slimming my bags of fatty acids.
I don't really think you care about what my ENVIRONMENTAL HISTORY means. If you did this is what happened in a bullet form.........
@3/1/77 I am born
@parents break up almost immediately
@mom stays in Memphis Dad runs back to Nashville to his Parents
@Sees Father only a few times a year on a long drive to Jackson
@New father help Mom take suite to Old father
@Mom and old father split up
And, that is as far as I will take it. I learned a lot from having so many dads.
I really don't know what really it is all about is preparing for the worst case scenerio manically slimming my bags of fatty acids.
I don't really think you care about what my ENVIRONMENTAL HISTORY means. If you did this is what happened in a bullet form.........
@3/1/77 I am born
@parents break up almost immediately
@mom stays in Memphis Dad runs back to Nashville to his Parents
@Sees Father only a few times a year on a long drive to Jackson
@New father help Mom take suite to Old father
@Mom and old father split up
And, that is as far as I will take it. I learned a lot from having so many dads.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
"Wanted only to print thing locked in his Imagination"
"The redness in hair it is so fare in the mirror. I only wanted to print these memories. I am the inventor of the barter system. Stop.
I fly on butterfly wings over fields of grain. The bees fly beside me. I am the storm but not the rain on the roof. I am the pan but not the burner. I am the shoe not the string. I am only 17. I wanted to only say these things to you.
I like comics. I found Art to be an outlet. I notice that I am very good at art, math, and science. Am I smart? Will you every so often see me threw red hair.
I heard of stories of the people with red hair. The Scotch-Irish.
He wanted only to print the things in his imagination. Can you see?
No limit is on my mind. The game of cards. I am the King of hearts.
You don't really see me at all. The battles I fought and won for me.
They are the stuff of legends and mythology.
You know? I see things a bit differently.
So, you know I really do love you humanity.
Somethings are like a fog and hard to see.
You might be the one who loves the words on my blogs.
Mostly you art the prince and the frog. So, likely.
Somebody love me.
At home I listen to classical music by the fireside I watch the world go bye bye.
The look on my face is a dry sigh. I close my eye. Imagine you are inside.
In my mind I am free because you loved me."
I fly on butterfly wings over fields of grain. The bees fly beside me. I am the storm but not the rain on the roof. I am the pan but not the burner. I am the shoe not the string. I am only 17. I wanted to only say these things to you.
I like comics. I found Art to be an outlet. I notice that I am very good at art, math, and science. Am I smart? Will you every so often see me threw red hair.
I heard of stories of the people with red hair. The Scotch-Irish.
He wanted only to print the things in his imagination. Can you see?
No limit is on my mind. The game of cards. I am the King of hearts.
You don't really see me at all. The battles I fought and won for me.
They are the stuff of legends and mythology.
You know? I see things a bit differently.
So, you know I really do love you humanity.
Somethings are like a fog and hard to see.
You might be the one who loves the words on my blogs.
Mostly you art the prince and the frog. So, likely.
Somebody love me.
At home I listen to classical music by the fireside I watch the world go bye bye.
The look on my face is a dry sigh. I close my eye. Imagine you are inside.
In my mind I am free because you loved me."
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The Alien(s) inside ME!
There are at any given time many organisms alive in me and that sleep in my bed. Tonight I found a flea on my dog as he lie in my bed. I picked it off him and it jumped away before I could kill it. I am becoming more aware of my surroundings and the energies that go threw my apartment. The flea that jumped away feels the energies too. In fact, I think it is powered by energy like me but, perhaps it is a tiny alien ship. The more I think about it. The more it makes perfect sense. The black plague that killed so many of us years ago is said to have been spread by the tiniest of fleas on the backs of rats like you and me. What a perfect weapon for the aliens to use against us human beings. Now it doesn't seem like such a far fetched idea to me. Nano technology has proven that such machines or perhaps crafts could be made. A tiny flea. A space craft capable of exterminating the human race right under our noses. What a perfectly diabolical weapon. Who would ever know if the disease is of this world and if it is spread by organisms as small as the flea.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Douglas Allen Gorin
Douglas Allen Gorin born 1977 to Barbara Thompson and Jeff Gorin. My birthday is a special day to me because it is the first of March. I am the first to march on a battle field. I am very competitive and am not afraid to fight for what I want. This aggressive behavior has led many to believe that I am mentally ill. I don't want to be associated with the mentally ill community but, it seems that I can not function well enough for my friends and family without my medicine. When you think of mental ill people usually what comes to mind are serial killers and the like. I have never been one of those types of people. In fact, it hurts my feelings to think I have something in common with violent criminals. My father has always been said to have an untreated mental illness. My mother has clinical depression. I grew up in Memphis TN among a family in peril. My mother ran out on my father when I was just a baby because of the physical abuse. She took my older sister and I away from Jeff because of his violent outbursts. I am sure that I remind my mother of my father and that is why I have always as long as I can remember been on medicine. For better or worse the medicine shaped me.
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