"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."

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.

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.