Sunday, February 17, 2013
Prostitution: Part one.
Prostitution: Many Forms Bringing Varied Results.
By Mark William Darus.
“Hey, baby, want a date?” she asked as I walked toward her by the corner of West 25 street and Clark avenue. She was wearing tattered jeans and pink tank top, braless underneath it. The street lights occasionally flicker about as traffic roars by. This night is a warm July event, humid and stifling. Night sounds being a mixture of ambulance siren song and an occasional wailing baby from open over head windows. As we met I could smell her failing perfume as it was being over taken by sweat.
“Would you care for some company, sir?” a tall lanky well dressed brunette asked me as I sipped my Stone Ruination IPA while leaning against a magnificent mahogany bar at a 4-star hotel lounge in downtown Cleveland Ohio. Madonna’s Tale to Tell was playing over the Peavey Amp as a few couples strolled toward the dance floor arm in arm.
“Okay, cunt, why’d you wanna meet me with?” a very large black man dressed in more gold than clothes said as two of his guards shield him as I reached to shake his hand and introduce myself. “This better be good or you’ll be hurt.”
“Sit my son, please. How can I help you?” the man in black with a white collar asked me. His face was calm and reassuring. His office was filled with huge oak bookshelves and the scents of fresh roses, carnations and orchids. Indirect lighting so incredibly done all things seen cast no shadows.
In the park one brilliant sunset by Lake Erie: “Nice camera ya have there,” a short woman with one of the prettiest smiles I have ever seen said.
“thanks, it’s a Fuji. Love it!”
“My name’s Jennifer.” She extended her hand and I took it into mine.
“I’m Mark. Can I take your picture?”
“Sure! And for a few bucks, I’ll let you do more than that.”
Prostitution, to me, has to be the simplest way of making money for those that can do it. It is not a job for everyone, but for those that can, the possibilities are limitless.
Let’s face facts: If there was no need for it, it would not exist. Period. It would die a economic death similar to most of the manufacturing jobs in the United States.
What exactly is prostitution? Is it merely the difference between consensual adults having sex after a few drinks in a bar after meeting or the fact that money simply exchanged hands before or after it?
Is it that it is considered morally wrong because payment was involved for services rendered? That being the biggest issue I encountered I had to ask: So when we go to work every day, aren’t we charging for services rendered in exchange for our talents?
The first Pro I talked to seemed very open with her thoughts.
Chloe: I became sex-for-hire after a few bad relationships. I thought, why should I give it out for nothing. Granted, my start was all that good. I got hit a few times, but I learned. >laughing, she added< after a while, they would ask me to hit them. I always see to it they wear protection or I don’t do anything. Zilch.”
“Okay, but what if they get funny.”
She then pulled out a .38 handgun, saying, “this makes them understand. I’d also tell them I have a friend that watches out. Most times that last was a bluff.”
“so even with oral sex you made them strap-on?”
“Absolutely! More people catch sick from oral than anything else."
Friday, February 15, 2013
Mixed bag: A sorry, Obituary and a song given from a reader.
Sorry for the delay in uploading the Prostitution entry.
This last week has been physically busy. The shortest work daynitemorn (yep, that's my word for the shift I work, When you start your work day 4PM and have it end between 3-4:30 AM , doing the life things after it, laying your head down at sunrise,) was getting out at 3AM after a my partner chopped off a hunk of a knuckle on a key way.
I got sidetracked by the death of a former coworker whose obituary never appeared in a any newspaper I checked. I did get a call from a former coworker telling me the funeral was near Akron Ohio (city about twenty miles south of me) and that it was the next morning (which was Thursday 14.) He did not give an address nor a funeral parlor name. He said he couldn't go because of work. Considering he'd worked with Tommy for over ten years, hearing the sound in his voice which was not good, I had to wonder...
Amongst other things, i received a nice Comment in regards to the Closing of Last Year entry from a reader named Kate in Iceland. She shared with me a band from her Country she thought I might like. Like? I haven't heard music like of Monsters and Men since the Cranberries. Instant liking, just add dancing and jumping about like a kid in a candy store. As she shared with me, I wish to do the same with you. Thanks Kate, full hugs on!
But I'd first like to say to a fallen Comrade: Tommy, you were 4 years younger than me, you didn't drink nor smoke. I never saw you in a foul mood and were always willing to help others without regard to how your STATS would be affected. I know where you worked most well and how it was once an almost magical place to spend a third of your life and enjoy it. It changed profoundly in the last two years, which must have been hell for a good man like you.
I didn't know you well enough to call you 'friend' as we had different likes and dislikes, but I respected you whole heartedly, which is high above what I can say about most of the people I worked with there.
Sad that you left so soon, I cannot find it in myself to call it totally tragic and dismal.
You are now playing with Thomas the Tank Engine trains with your kid that left a few years back. You, no doubt, taking all the time in whatever here-after there is with your kid unhindered by leaving for work or having to figure out bills and such.
Many miss you, Tommy, but that's okay. We will all meet again, somewhere/someday and won't it be great without needing a job and simply liking the things we can do for free for others!
Til we meet again, Tommy...
A song from Kate in Iceland:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mB2dMGux5Fc
Mountain Sound:
I heard them calling in the distance
So I packed my things and ran
Far away from all the trouble
I had caused with my two hands
Alone we traveled
Armed with nothing but a shadow
We fled far away
[Chorus]
Hold your horses now
(We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
(Deep into the mountain sound)
Hold your horses now
(Sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
Some had scars and some had scratches
It made me wonder about their past
And as I looked around I began to notice
That we were nothing like the rest
[Chorus]
Hold your horses now
(We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
(Deep into the mountain sound)
Hold your horses now
(Sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-OH
We sleep until the sun goes down
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
We sleep until the sun goes down
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
We sleep until the sun goes down
[Chorus]
Hold your horses now
(We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
(Deep into the mountain sound)
Hold your horses now
(Sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
La la la, whoa-oh-oh-oh-OH
La la la, we sleep until the sun goes down
La la la, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La la la, we sleep until the sun goes
by Of Monsters and Men
Kate: You nailed me on this song.... Thanks!!!
Authors Note: the Prostitution entry WILL be placed here no later than this coming Sunday.
Mark William Darus 02152013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Progressive takes another life.
Progressive takes another life.
By Mark William Darus.
>>> as this entry may requirer scrolling, i am sorry.<<<
In my time working for the company known as Progressive Insurance I’d seen a near never ending flow (cough-cough, I said Flo,) of EMS units stream down its driveways, enter its hallowed art and glass walls and sweep many away for medical rescue as hearts failed, kidneys faltered and brains exploded via strokes.
I received several Facebook emails about his passing and one voicemail after work Saturday morning at about 4AM.
His passing made me angry as I had heard of several instances he’d experienced in the last 2-3 months. His work record was immaculate in every respect. He had an attention to detail that so surpassed most.
In the last several months after I was shit-canned unjustly by them, He found himself after a meeting with his manager on a Final Written Warning. Well, he took this up with Human Resources (yeah, like any non-union corporate entity will fight for any employee..)
Not long after going to HR, he was given other final warnings without prior infractions.
We all living in the USA that have work experience means less than nothing in a bad economy. Most know full well that an employee of 10 plus years is easily covered by part timers after a few weeks training at a FRACTION of the cost.
Most companies that share this so positive Share-holder friendly attitude will cut and chop any way they can.
In the American Corporate world, the longer you stay with a company, the more expendable you are with every raise in pay.
Isn’t that comfortating? Doesn’t that breed loyalty in your hearts and make you warm and fuzzy all over?
Whether he died of a massive heart attack, stroke or suicide, one thing I think is true, and this goes back to an old saying: You are the company you keep.
He worked for the same company that fired me and many others, Progressive Insurance. Unlike him, most of us didn’t trust HR and didn’t go there. He held such a trust...
Mark William Darus 02102013
Friday, February 8, 2013
An email sent by me to the physically closest around me.
An Email to Family and close Friends.
by Mark William Darus.
I send this to Gretchen, Holly, Heidi
(and their Davids as I forward this to two other Davids besides David T, and a
few others.
Tomorrow: well, my tomorrow which will be Sat at anywhere between 2-5 AM
will be busy after work as I place an entry to my blog I've worked on for many
seasons. This entry, albeit about Prostitution, was a mind-fuck to capture the
way I wished to describe it. Even in my wildest dreams I didn't think I'd get
the enlightenment I recieved.
Gretchen, when I am very late to see you Saturday, you can either forgive
or not. I can accept either response from you and deal with it. I am not tossing
you to the curb by any means. Our schedules, based on my employment, make things
tough. I understand this. I am not sure why you accept my explanations for
seeing you late on Saturdays. I have tried to call both Heidi and Holly to set
up a cook time (I'd like to make them dinner at either of their houses, but they
don't call me back. I even have a difficult time seeing Dave T next door in the
last two months or so. Go figure where some are concerned: look at my work
schedule differing from thier lives. I understand this totally. Yet, why no
callbacks from others? Has the last twelve months caused them so much strain as
I found myself that they feel a sense of revulsion? That I have to leave about
10 messages to get one response from them surely says somethings over a period
of weeks.
I have come to one conclusion: The more you tell those that percieve
themselves closest to you that you're okay, the less they believe you. In its
heart and soul, that is pretty cool when you seriously look at it, dissasemble
it, and search their hearts possible thought processes for believing it.
To Holly: An anniversary is coming up for you and I. That was the last
weekend of Feb of 2012. I cooked for you and your great man, David. Holly,
amongst hours of talking between us and other things, you better than anyone
must know what started my blog and my understanding of myself. I would like to
cook for you both, and any others you'd wish to invite like we did a year ago.
To my sister Holly: To me, this is more important/meaningful to me than
anything else I can think of. I can cook, we could rock to Yes: Tales of the
Topographic Oceans or early Todd. It was from our conversation mixed with
evaluations that helped me come to grips with myself and what I am.
You even said when I sent you a huge email several hours after I got home
how somehow I felt at peace with myself in your opinion.
Holly: The last Saturday of this Feb, please let me cook for you and YOURS
in your kitchen.
Holly: I know you hate, dislike, are
disgusted by my writings/Psycopathy blog more than anyone else, yet iroinically
had the largest single hand in creating it. I cannot thank you enough as it has
fired an aspect in me long lost in decades of hibernation to once again feel
the heat of life and meet it Full-Mind-thought-to-expression areas causing my
wheels to turn once again.
Sorry I caused you a sense of Disney's Fantasia with the mops...
If Holly declines me, I hope she doesn't, will any of you take me up on
my offer to cook for you?
-Mark
Mark William Darus 02082013
Intro to Prostitution: Many Forms Bringing Varied Results.
Intro to Prostitution: Many Forms Bringing Varied Results.
By Mark William Darus.
Sundays completed entry has been on my mind for quite a while now, perhaps decades in duration. It has taken me some time to collect my thoughts on this subject. I wished to give it the attention it deserves and the time it took to write it out to the fullest of my ability.
I believe my thoughts on this subject go beyond the traditional, so-called, rational way of viewing a type of ‘work’ that has been around since the dawn of mankind itself.
As I was writing this coming Sundays entry, I felt as if I was being magnetically pulled, drawn like a moth to the light of an open flame. While I wrote other Psychopathy: Another Life entries, the subject of prostitution never left my mind and more often than not, nagged at me like a dutiful spouse either wanting the trash taken out after the sixth day of trying or the piled clean laundry sorted and stowed away.
Tomorrows entry: Prostitution: Many Forms Bringing Varied Results is the compilation of many seasons of research in the field that took me to the dank and gloomy alleys of Cleveland Ohio USA, (which sounds more sensational than it really is as I live next to such an alley,) to the brightly lit and highly elegant 4-5 star hotels not far from me and many a fantastic stop in-between.
In this journey of such a long-standing trade, I was given, either freely or for a few bucks, and chance to talk to its rank-and-file hourly workers, their handlers (Pimps), the OnCall-services they use, various Police officers from a tri-city radius, hotel/motel clerks, as well as many others including pastors, priests and atheists.
I thank you for your patience since my last post and am delighted by your continued reading. I’ve been most busy lately between happily working 50 plus hours a week, shooting photos and doing what I believe I do best, being myself and loving it.
Mark William Darus 02082013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Cleveland Ohio, USA: Home of bipolar weather.
The bipolar weather of Northeastern Ohio.
by Mark William Darus.
You have to love the winds of change if you've stayed in Cleveland Ohio for more than twenty years. Twenty, thirty even forty degree temperature changes are not abnormal here.
This was just two days ago: The Temp sat at about 18 degrees F.
And here was yesterday: 65 plus degrees F. Snow, nowhere to be seen.
People are like the weather. There are few consistencies as we live in the here and now.
I've learned patience with the weather being a lifetime resident here. I've found the same patience with people over the decades.
At least now I don't have to fake appologies for shit I had nothing to do with for an income.
Maybe there's a correlation there???
Mark William Darus 01302013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
The Sniper and the Florist.
Addictions and Passions: Heroin and other Clarities: Part two.
The Sniper and the Florist.
By Mark William Darus.
>a song to listen to while reading<
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21mEVQMxDmE
You are doing your job, clocking hours, earning coin. You spend your eight, ten or twelve hours whoring yourself out to maintain food for the stomach, volts for the house, water to bath with. Perhaps you have other mouths to feed or clothe that keeps you digging deep to work harder, longer. You laugh or complain with those you spend a third or more of your life with on a daily basis that you quickly dismiss as quick as you can clock-out.
You run your errands, fill the gas tank, pay some bills. Maybe you give a longing glance to a plane in flight, a speeding freight train, a brilliant sun playing peek-a-boo as it dances through white puffy clouds against a dazzling blue sky or the moon in its various shapes.
You notice things many don’t give a second glance to. This recharges your batteries with your knowledge of a simple fact: Anything you take a moment to notice in the outside world is NEVER duplicated in your memory.
You possess a hyper-awareness of all around you. You take every situation as a learning experience, unique and memorable; never cast off nor forgotten in your mind.
You work to keep yourself alive in a merely physical sense.
You live for what fires your brain, satisfies your desire to go further each and every day far above and beyond what most know you as.
Sometimes you get massive headaches to eventually reach the conclusion from personal examination: When was the last time I ate or slept?
You are propelled by the intangible. No one can truly see what makes you what you know yourself to be as they think you quirky or mad. The gearing in your head always turning: Your thoughts never silent even when exhausted.
You are constantly on OVERLOAD and it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.
Face it.
You’re an addict in one form or another…
Take a sniper as an example: What made this person feel the need to gain an ability to kill a single human from one mile away with a single headshot instead of simply slaying a deer at 100 yards for dinner?
Take a florist as another example: Flowers are flowers, though a great florist can create art by not-so-simply placing them in proper order that melts women’s hearts and wets them at the same time when delivered sealing either an apology over a slight or a guaranteed great weekend.
With some of us, we live for extremes.
When a limit is hit, most merely say: “Yes! I did it!” After that realization, they back off and smile.
With those like me, and I believe a great number of the readers here, when the limit (extreme) is met, we think: ‘Okay. Now what?’
So quickly do we get bored. We have to snag that something else to reach a higher level, like that of a video game.
We’re always hungry regardless of how much we eat. We’re dying of thirst while we guzzle gallons of water.
We want more and will always throw ourselves out there for the gain of a hearts fulfillment that will never ever realize actualization as long as we live.
I believe us to be the most fortunate amongst others that lack this edge.
We have the ability to view, hear or think about something from a completely different angle and the freedom of mind to explore it, study it, take it in to ourselves without a care as to what others think about us. We learn and grow because of this insatiable desire while others grow stagnant with tons of regrets as they get older.
Take a look at the works of Shakespeare, Poe, Sigmund Freud or Mozart. They were all addicts in one form or another. One thing they all held constant: a passion, a fire for a life that they alone could see as they did what they did to eventually share with others.
Imagine what any of them would have reached had they had global internet access…
I like to push things as far as I can.
I am not alone in this desire.
These words describe us best.
"Adrenaline"
You don't feel the pain
Too much is not enough
Nobody said this stuff makes any sense
We're hooked again
Point of no return
See how the buildings burn
Light up the night
Such pretty sight
Adrenaline keeps me in the game
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
(You don't feel the pain)
Sail through an empty night
It's only you and I who understand
There is no plan
Get closer to the thrill
Only time will kill
What's in your eyes
Is so alive
Adrenaline keeps me in the game
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
Run through the speed of sound
Every thing slows you down
And all color that surrounds you
Are bleeding to the walls
All the things you really need
Just wait to find the speed
Then you will achieve
Escape velocity
Too much is not enough
Nobody gave it up
Im not the kind
To lay down and die
Adrenaline
keeps me in the game
Adrenaline
you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
Adrenaline
Screaming out your name
Adrenaline
you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
(Adrenaline)
You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
I'm going to extremes
There is nothing in between
You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
Gavin Rossdale.
Have a great weekend and never stop pushing things outward!
Growth is simply a mind-step away.
Mark William Darus 01262013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Damn, You're Fucked up! Reader comments for the last 6 weeks.
Damn, you’re Fucked Up!
Recent reader comments.
By Mark William Darus.
These are some of the comments that were sent to me from readers in the last month and a half via emails.
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Mark, you are beyond fucked up, my friend. The fact you’ve had twelve thousand hits on this piece of shit blog is scary. If you’re not on a ‘Watch List’, you should be…
Jeffie M, Haviland Kansas, USA
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Dear Mr. Darus,
I find Psychopathy: Another Life to be a great place for learning and self exploration. Your viewpoint is both fresh and most raw.
Love your photographic work! Since adding pics to your entries, you gave it another dimension to run with.
Some of your entries make me cry while others make me very angry. A few have made me laugh. They all have one grand thing in common: They make me think.
Thank you for what you share and never stop!
Kelly Anne G, Montgomery Alabama, USA.
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Nice to know I am not alone, Mark.
I embrace you with heart and soul.
Lillian S, Cuenca, Spain.
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Mark,
The Closing of last year was a great work of inspirational thoughts. It made me cry and cheer simultaneously. I found that rare.
A friend of mine shared it with me and I was lured in. I’m still reading over your whole blog entry by entry since you started it. I am fascinated by it.
You must be most resourceful to survive and maintain going such negative events keeping the type of attitude you write about.
I’d like to meet you someday as you do not think like anyone I know.
Patricia Heather F, Meadville Pennsylvania, USA.
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Dickface,
My sister killed herself after knowing a fucking psycho. I hope you die, cocksucker!
Sword of the Creator, ( I assume somewhere in the Bible-Belt, USA.)
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On Heroin and Other Clarities.
Good words placed.
So what is the other addiction you had?
Francis P, Stromsburg Nebraska USA.
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Mark W. Darus,
Mother Ukraine calls to you! Do you feel us as we read your words? I think you do. Visit here. Stay for the rest of your life.
Uliana, Odessa, Ukraine
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Sir,
I love your work.
Have you ever thought of adding audio to your blog for the benefit of those with fading sight?
I hope you would consider this in the future.
My eyes are failing me further still after spending countless thousands of dollars to prevent this.
Please consider those like me.
David Eric H. Oslo, Norway.
AUTHORS NOTE: I am considering this. I’m trying to figure out how to do so. Thank you for pointing this out to me and fueling me further as my blog approaches it first anniversary.
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Fuck Progressive Insurance for firing you!
As you once told a mutual friend, ‘guess it was my turn for the music to stop and be left without a chair.’ No shit, you got that right. I had 14 years there when they fired me over a ‘connection with a caller’ some tin-fuck manager thought inappropriate.
I’m sorry but I think all the good level one managers split long ago and all that is left are nothing more that hatchet men aiding the company bottom line by filling gaps with part timers they don’t have to offer medical benefits to.
I too, was denied Unemployment in Ohio from their views.
Angie, Cleveland Heights Ohio, USA.
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You thrive on turmoil as you seek beauty in mind and personal sight from photography.
I hate what you write.
I love what you express.
Fuck you, Mr Mark William Darus.
You matter in my life as you give it balance.
I would like to smack your face and gently kiss its redness soon after.
You touched my life in ways I didn’t know possible.
Skye V, Los Angeles, California, USA.
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Authors Note:
I have always loved to read the words all have taken to time to share.
I think their feelings behind their words to be sincere in nature.
I hope I never stop getting comments.
Mark William Darus 01252013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Can this Cure my pain?
Can this cure my pain?
Surgery said needed, but is it really?
by Mark William Darus.
I got this from Amanda (name changed) and am utterly confused....
To me, this sounds like the surgery you had a few years ago...
here's what she sent me:
it was not good news for me, I need to see a spine surgeon for my lower back, it seems there is actually 4 things messed up by the tail bone and bottom vertebrates,and disks.
After that is fixed I will be fitted with what is like a pace maker for the bladder nerves. all together I'm looking at three surgeries at the least. For the bladder they hook up this box and wires for one week to make sure it will work and i don't reject it. then if all goes well a week later the permanent devise will be placed inside . The nerves operating the bladder wall are shot and if I do not get the devise to do there work I will continually get worse till i have absolutely no control, then the injury to my back from years ago has made part of my lower spine move forward and press on the back of my bladder and other organs. I've had back pain off and on since the first fall in 92 but never paid it much attention. then i fell again in 2004 then the last time 10/2010 getting out of the tub. I never would of thought those had anything to do with the bladder problems.
Everyone: I'm no diagnostician, and when it comes to medical health, I'm no HOuse. But I did read Greys anatomy, took in volumes of cause and affect as bodily parts create havoc with one another.
I saw this woman a week ago and all seemed good and healthy. Granted, given my family history I know full well how things can change in a New York minute. But still....
Between us: Besides Amanda's incredible talent to cut or chop herself when given any object imaginable from cutting lettuce to cutting a coupon.
I think her to be a Munchausen. What is the the difference between the standard "Munchausen' diagnosis is having sound medical benefits in place and those that don't?
Dr. Suess' Sneetches comes to mind: Having firm medical insurance intact, she so has a 'star on thars,' and can be cut into and stitched for profit, a valuable target. Like those on the county-coin, ie: Anne's back surgery done on county cash benefited nothing to the individual. When on the benefit and anti-benefit programs, you should heed these words said to me by a doctor after spine surgery did no good: beware of men in masks....
Why is it more women go under the cold light of a surgical table than men every year when given the same prospects?
Sure, men may be of denser stock or denial. Yet, one has to wonder in the long run.
To date: I have been in the company of 16 women in the last 8 years that surgery made their pain far worse than better. Oddly, not only did their pain amplify on the originally afflicted area but it spread to other areas in their extremities.
I don’t mean to be sexist, but I guess I am going to be here.
Let’s be serious here. When a doctor tells a female patient something causing distress, the woman feels something emotional attached to it. She leans toward the knives and recuperations.
More often than not, in the areas of longevity promises, men don’t.
When men were told the same the things, they’d dismiss it and just deal with the pain on its ground.
Let me clarify my thoughts on my statement ‘on and live lifetimes on or above the average.’ The length of time we place into seconds of gasping breathe and desires toward material objects is totally personal in nature. Ask anyone that ever experienced a ‘near-death’ experience. Some see their lives flash into of them as others see the last time they got righteously fucked.
On surgery:
If you are a woman in the USA, holding either good med benefits on no benefits, get a third opinion or fourth for that matter. Men, well, you’ll do as you do. In all honesty with me, and I know you will all hate this: Just suck it up, take a finger up your ass ever few years above 45 or so.
I’m still pondering a connection between bladder control and the need of pacemaker.
Hmnmmm, a pacemaker controls the rhythm and control of a heart muscle, right? Okay, this does also control other areas of vital organs of existence. The Liver, Kidneys, lungs, etc.
You read my sarcasm here and will do further research.
In my cold hearted beliefs, I would not elect for any surgery given what she gave me knowing her background.
What do you think?
Mark William Darus 01052012
Fortune Telling. By Ryn Cricket.
Fortune Telling.
by Ryn Cricket.
“Someone close to you died a while back
…an older woman…
…a mother figure…
…She knows you think about her…”
So I said to him that there was
This great opportunity in China…
“It’s dangerous.”
The money is four times what I’m making now…
“People disappear.”
I’m being actively recruited…
“The state department has travel warnings.”
I will have a prestigious position in a huge company
With amazing benefits…
“You’re not thinking about your daughters.”
OK. GLOVES OFF.
What?
Explain anything you just said
That doesn’t apply to America
–or anywhere.
I have been sexually assaulted –twice,
Robbed in my sleep,
And beaten right in my hometown.
I have had my wallet, 2 bikes, a TV, camera, 2 phones, and lots of money stolen.
I know 2 college boys who have mysteriously disappeared,
Different years, different states, different circumstances.
There have been three mass school shootings in the metro area.
And it’s the state department’s job to issue warnings
For EVERY country:
Pick-pockets, internet scams, faulty contracts…Cookie cutter
Every country says the same
Except the UK –check that one out.
Three times the warnings…
(Note to self –don’t go to the UK —oops, too late!)
“I thought you said Thailand was going to be all
‘wine and roses.’” He said.
This position, this possibility, this opportunity wasn’t even
In my realm of understanding.
And it’s being handed to me.
And then, my closest, oldest friend of about 35 years
unfriended me.
What I really wanted to say was “take the plank out of your own eye
Before you try to fix the speck in mine.”
But instead, I say this:
“Hold out your hand.
One day, you will be given a gift,
A complete surprise, that will bring you joy.
Be ready to accept it.”
Ryn Cricket: 10092012
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Gone Missing.
An Event: Gone Missing.
By Mark William Darus.
Okay, Friday the 18 being my second full 50 hour week of employment at my new job, celebrating my first month there, I feel a need to reflect and share.
Like every other aspect of my life, it’s been a wondrous and odd journey.
The contrast of working nearly twenty years with computers and phones and being politically correct to go back to the world of manufacturing, loud noises, freely swearing and bad jokes has been an absolute joy to me.
This last week went a bit odd.
My partner, the man who trained me, went missing. He was there Monday, but Tuesday we didn’t hear from him when he no/call no/showed. He’s 61 years of age and to say the last several years of his life hasn’t been a tragedy would be putting it mildly.
Several years ago, he had the worst day imaginable: What would you do if you received a call from a hospital saying your mom is dead? And, when driving to the hospital, you get a call saying a drunk driver crossed a double-yellow and wasted your wife and two children?
Ponder the avenues your mind would scream down.
You go from zero to four funerals in the span of an hour.
Where would your mind travel during such events occurring in less than 60 minutes?
What emotions would you feel?
You’re driving a car, that from the first call, you’re seeing everything in an eerie light scheme. You can focus enough to keep you from rear-ending the car in front of you, but all in your peripheral vision is speeding blur to your sides.
Work received a call Wednesday from his sister wondering when he left work. Imagine her shock when she was told he never came that Tuesday.
Those of us at work asked questions about seeing him that Monday.
He seemed distracted, but I didn’t know him well enough. I did sense something wasn’t right though.
So you still keep driving to your mothers hospital to see her dead, knowing you have another place to go to see your dead wife and children.
Would your mind snap then?
Would you go to booze or drugs for balance?
Or like a good Scotch, would you let these feelings and thoughts ferment?
He was found in a motel room. Alive.
I know nothing further, but I wish him well and will help him any way I can…
Mark William Darus: 01192013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Heroin and other clarities. Part one.
Heroin and other clarities. Part one.
By Mark William Darus
How many of us haven’t known and addict or two? Surely most work with them and never notice it. Many places give ‘random drug tests, but how many seriously get busted for other than blood pressure meds or a fondness for poppy seed bagels? I’ve only known of one person to lose a job as a result of Pot usage and even then they did the ‘hair’ test to prove it.
Don’t get me wrong, in my fifty years, I’ve had my own share of addictions. One always shifted to another more from a desire to learn about it than any other reason. To be honest, boredom did play a factor in this journey. I’ve been to Rehab twice in my life. Everyone that knows me in the physical world only knows of one of those ‘trips’, so-to-speak, and that was for alcohol.
Addicts, like nonviolent psychopaths, are all around us. Most hold down successful jobs or are perhaps successful housewives or mates maintaining all things domestic with the kitchen, kids and sexual lies they give their men to keep their cover intact. That is until either their addiction takes total control of their lives or their self abused bodies falter. As for the sex-thing with women, let’s be honest here. The way to a mans heart, and keep it there is a full stomach and empty balls. Think about it…
What does your normal day consist of?
When you wake up each day/night, your eyes slowly open, their lids edges caked with dried ‘sleepers’ while a single, tiny yawn escapes your widely expanding mouth. This yawn gives birth to the stretching of your arms, legs and fingers as your body goes into an instinctive response to change as it takes inventory of its physical working parts.
As your day/nighttime world hits you, what is your first thought? What is your first desire? What is the one thing you need to get you moving and functional and simply start your hours both awake and working?
Is it the desire for strong coffee, a cigarette, two or three Red Bulls chugged as you blankly stare at floor not vacuumed for weeks or sex with the mate or your right hand as most men awaken with the trusty ‘stiffy’?
Alignment is what humans search for as they regain control of themselves as their slumber worlds fall to the so-called real world as false lighting cuts their eyes wide open, sobering them. A reason to be, some sense of justice in awakening their bodies. A purpose to keep going. One of so many deep breaths taken as they throw their legs over the side of a bed to connect with cold flooring as their feet say ‘OUCH“ on a winter morn.
“When I got up, all I wanted was another shot. You know, a half shot of ‘H’ to make me level. So the fuckers I crashed with refused me this constantly. Some of these men would ask me to eat metal objects for twenty bucks. I’d do it…”
“Metal?” I asked.
She stared blankly at the corner of my living room wall, sitting on my couch with her left sagging breast and erect nipple pointing out. She spoke as one would about a flat tire needing a change.
“’Verts! These fuckers would love to watch me suck down metal nuts and shit. They said they liked to watch it fall down my neck.”
“and did they pass okay from your body?” I asked.
“yeah, it did and it didn’t. It depended on when I was wasted, okay? I guess it depended on what I ate. I sometimes had bloody craps.”
“fair answer,”
“You’re a fucker! You know that! I’ve been with you an hour and not once have you asked me to suck your dick.” She is highly agitated, unknown to her, the hairs on her arms are standing on end.
I see her tell tales, and proceed with my line of questioning about her day.
“When I paid you, I said I would not physically fuck you. Shall we continue?”
"I hate you!"
"Nice. I didn't pass my load into your mouth and your offended by this."
"Do you at least have fucking coffee, dickhead?"
Mark William Darus 01142012
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Rest Period.
Rest Period.
Well, from the Internet anyway.
By Mark William Darus.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n08JRxVLKLE
Looks like I am going to lose my internet service for a a few weeks.
Having just recently reentered the work world I have many bills to get caught up on.
Know this, dear reader: I will continue to write about life stuff as it gets caught in my mind-filter compelling me to say something. I will also continue with my photography.
I plan on doing a ton of reading, mainly Dr, Robert Hare’s Without Conscience as well as several other psychology books I’ve wanted to devour.
So take good care of yourselves and one another, Hasta que nos encontremos otra vez, 直到我们再是。, Sakemm ahna napprovaw huma., jusqu'à ce que nous nous rencontrions de nouveau, bis wir uns wieder treffen, До ми збираємось знов, Do czasu kiedy ponownie spotka, Tills vi möts igen, Til vi møtes igjen, Než se znovu sejdeme, Until we meet again.
Peace and other insanities,
Mark William Darus 01122013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Cloning: Just make me copy.
Cloning: Just make me copy…
By Mark William Darus.
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Click on each pic to see my thoughts on the upper right.
sorry of the inconvience.
So many species endangered, hundreds of them left with a thousand representative types.
Funny how all these organizations push for funding to sustain the dying breeds, house them in safe, controlled structures, in hopes they mate. Cloning these soon dead animals can realign the destruction man has made on this Earth.
We have been given the ability to sustain animal life. What stopped us? Was it a movie called the Boys from Brazil, and the cloning of Hitler?
Let’s take a look at how we view anything less human life forms on this Earth.
Know this: I am a carnivore. I like steak and I like it bloody rare. Not a big fan of chicken, though a good sweet and sour comforts me. Pork? I friggin’ love bacon! It’s not from some lack of sensitivity for Jews I say this, I just love smoked pig in slender strips.
In a previous post, I placed list of endangered animal species on this planet. Blog entry: 10252012 At the Cleveland Zoo. http://psychopathyanotherlife.blogspot.com/2012/10/at-cleveland-zoo-always-good-time.html
We have the ability to perpetuate vast generations of species livelihoods, yet we don’t.
Why is that, I have to ask?
Does this lack of scientific drive forward come from Politics, Religion, or simple human greed?
Each of the three listed above can thrust their points as good as any male porn star and slam its point home thrust on thrust to the point all eyes get dizzy and senseless.
Yet most of their arguments make little sense to anyone.
When it comes to politics: Imagine a clone of Lincoln. We could do this, you know. Just imagine another Civil War. Okay, America: Tell me how that would be a bad thing?:???
Greed and Religion seem to go hand in hand in my opinion like a bullet placed into the firing chamber of a hand gun, set to purpose.
If we could clone dying animal life from this planet, hundreds of thousands of jobs would be shred in preserving them. Imagine the economy… The havoc. The horror…
When it comes to religious angle about the creation of life versus, say, abortion. Most religions have a great deal to express about abortion, and these same factions have so much to say against its creation via cloning.
Let/s face it: Mankind has the control thru science to recreate life as its on the verge of complete annihilation. We intelligently know that with each species trashed, another rung in the ladder of our own existence is climbed further toward planetary death. As we die down the road…
We have a fragile balance here.
Simple human greed plays more of a part than anything else.
If all those willing to talk about animal rights and spread coin did anything, they’d push for cloning of animal life instead of the passive route of asking for more funding to maintain what we have left in the hopes they breed in captivity.
Take a moment.
Imagine a beautiful night with your man. The moon is rolling slowly half-full, the scent of heather and grass fill your nostrils with the scent of him.
You desire him as his face locks on yours.
Your eyes meet, pupils dilated and fiery now.
You turn from him after the smallest of eye-mind lock with him.
He gently goes toward you.
A low, yet low male vibration sounds behind you, the growl of animal desire you crave. . You saw the intent in his eyes. You wanted him. Needed him.
His body gently hunkers over you as he mounts you from behind. His sharp claws never cutting you as they pass your tender midsection. Tenderly covering you, you feel his body climb over you. Chilly air replaced by his heat as his hands meet yours.
He enters your willing body…
And flashbulbs from people kill everything.
Just imagine if you were them.
Tell me how cloning could be wrong on this.
Mark William Darus 01072013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Do women need to be cut open or not?
I got this from Amanda (name changed) and am utterly confused....
here words and mine while going over it.
Entry by
Mark William Darus.
To me, this sounds like the surgery many of you had a few years ago...
Here's what she sent me:
it was not good news for me, I need to see a spine surgeon for my lower back, it seems there is actually 4 things messed up by the tail bone and bottom vertebrates,and disks.
After that is fixed I will be fitted with what is like a pace maker for the bladder nerves. all together I'm looking at three surgeries at the least. For the bladder they hook up this box and wires for one week to make sure it will work and i don't reject it. then if all goes well a week later the permanent devise will be placed inside . The nerves operating the bladder wall are shot and if I do not get the devise to do there work I will continually get worse till i have absolutely no control, then the injury to my back from years ago has made part of my lower spine move forward and press on the back of my bladder and other organs. I've had back pain off and on since the first fall in 92 but never paid it much attention. then i fell again in 2004 then the last time 10/2010 getting out of the tub. I never would of thought those had anything to do with the bladder problems.
TECH NOTE Everyone: I'm no diagnostician, and when it comes to medical health, I'm no HOuse. But I did read Greys anatomy, took in volumes of cause and affect as bodily parts create havoc with one another.
I saw this woman a week ago and all seemed good and healthy. Granted, given my family history I know full well how things can change in a New York minute. But still....
Between us: Besides Amanda's incredible talent to cut or chop herself when given any object imaginable from cutting lettuce to cutting a coupon.
I think her to be a Munchausen. What is the the difference between the standard "Munchausen' diagnosis is having sound medical benefits in place and those that don't?
Dr. Suess' Sneetches comes to mind: Having firm medical insurance intact, she so has a 'star on thars,' and can be cut into and stitched for profit, a valuable target. Like those on the county-coin, ie: Anne's back surgery done on county cash benefited nothing to the individual. When on the benefit and anti-benefit programs, you should heed these words said to me by a doctor after spine surgery did no good: beware of men in masks....
Why is it more women go under the cold light of a surgical table than men every year when given the same prospects?
Sure, men may be of denser stock or denial. Yet, one has to wonder in the long run.
To date: I have been in the company of 16 women in the last 8 years that surgery made their pain far worse than better. Oddly, not only did their pain amplify on the originally afflicted area but it spread to other areas in their extremities. Referred Pain is the title they label this affliction.
I don’t mean to be sexist, but I guess I am going to be here.
Let’s be serious here. When a doctor tells a female patient there is something causing distress, the woman feels something emotional attached to it. Takes to doctors word at face value and runs with it.
Forgetting in their worry/stress that this physician is human, has many friends down the road that may give him/her kickbacks for surgical referrals and the benefit of pharmaceutical representatives that walk their office every other week.
More often than not, all the She's lean toward the knives. Recuperation's present, and other pains and inconveniences down-played as small side-effects to the procedure swell in their day-to-day life creating more things to be either cut-open or medicated for.
Hey, you all know people. Is this incorrect? Let me know if you think I'm totally off on this. PLEASE!!!
More often than not, in the areas of longevity promises, men don’t subscribe to the offer of a knife and medications to solve things.
When men were told the same the things, they’d dismiss it and just deal with the pain on its ground.
Let me clarify my thoughts on my statement ‘on and live lifetimes on or above the average.’ The length of time we place into seconds of gasping breathe and desires toward material objects is totally personal in nature. Ask anyone that ever experienced a ‘near-death’ experience. Some see their lives flash into of them as others see the last time they got righteously fucked.
On surgery:
If you are a woman in the USA, holding either good med benefits on no benefits, get a third opinion or fourth for that matter. Men, well, you’ll do as you do. In all honesty with me, and I know you will all hate this: Just suck it up, take a finger up your ass ever few years above 45 or so.
I’m still pondering a connection between bladder control and the need of a pacemaker.
Hmnmmm, a pacemaker controls the rhythm and control of a heart muscle, right? Okay, this does also control other areas of vital organs of existence. The Liver, Kidneys, lungs, etc.
You read my sarcasm here and will do further research.
In my cold hearted beliefs, I would not elect for any surgery given what she gave me knowing her background.
What do you think?
Mark William Darus 01052012 since edited a few times.
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