TheGingerBeard

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June 2013

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I’m a reblogger. I post some original content but as most of you know I reblog a lot of stuff. Well I really want to make this a lot more personal. So I’m going to make it a point to finish the story of me part 1 that’s been in my drafts. It’s boring and about the start of my life but part 2 and 3 get juicy lol. As I got older I felt the need to live life like a piece of shit. I was involved in the drug scene and did a lot of things I’m not proud of. I went to jail. I went to rehab. I made my life better. And I feel I needed that low in my life to change how I was in my head. I have had a life not good and not bad, I mean how do you judge? I have never been starving except in jail a couple days as I got used to how little food you get. I have gone awesome places and met amazing people. Although I wish I was more socially confident as I see this as my biggest obstacle. I definitely don’t want my daughter to feel the way I do at party’s and in school or at a bar or anything like that. Ok so I hope I don’t lose a bunch of you. And I hope to make some friends and relate to some of you on a more personal level. There are a few of you guys that I really like. In fact with a couple of you I find myself calling you friends when I tell other people about something you posted. So if there is anything you have always wanted to know about me, ask.

Jun 17, 20136 notes

Time is the devil

Time can go by so fast
Time can go so slow
It will take your insides and tear them
Rip them to and fro
Leave you wondering how this emptiness was left to grow
Who had the watering can
Who sowed this seed
Who has left you to wither and bleed
Time can tell you all you need
If you can last through its greed
Holes can be filled if given the time
But why give the devil what makes him sublime.

Another poem by me. I don’t know what I’m doing when I write these. I don’t know if they are ever any good. I never studied poetry and haven’t read that much. But sometimes when I’m feeling my lowest it helps to put something that sounds pretty to the pain I’m feeling.

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I drove a race car really fast today

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