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Blog January 2010
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Welcome to
the chaotic and often strange life of Dan Abernathy. This is my
platform for random thoughts, often meandering and incomplete, rants,
praise, love, words of no meaning, and words of too much meaning. This
is my voice. It is my collection of oddities, fascinations,
photographs, desires, and obsessions – a road map of sorts, tracking a
vagabond who walks in dreams of a pure, hedonistic life. This is a
place to keep those interested informed not only of what’s happening in
my life, but also what is igniting in the gray matter of my mind.
Hopefully, you will get a glimpse into the state of my chaos and
confusion. Here there are no rules! By entering and staying, you will
be opening doors to my mind and looking in. Some will find this venture
entertaining and filled with wonderment. The unknowing or unwilling to
know will find pure confusion, fear, and bewilderment.
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If you can spend a
perfectly useless afternoon
in a perfectly useless manner,
you have learned how to live.
- Lin Yutang
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Vandalism, porn and
stupidity. A bad combination
The
Freedom
I
think most people think I am loon - crazy, a misfit, an outcast and
maybe even no good all. There are people out in never-never land who do
really know me and they to think I am touched and bit crazy, but they
have taken the time to learn who I am, and in doing so have became my
friends. I should also add that most of them too, are misfits and have
an awkward time fitting in. The others, they are the people who judge
and condemn you before they take the time to learn who you are, what
your makeup is. These people do not seem to matter to me right now. If
the people who know me think I am outside the realm of their normal,
then that is alright, because they have made the effort to learn and
know before they judge. To the former, I just have to smile and wait.
I am an oddity, the eccentric who people often roll their eyes at. I'm
the freak who is invited to the dinner parties by the conservatives so
they can safely touch the wild side while surrounded by the comfort of
their homes. They want to seemingly know me to fuel some obscure topic
of discussion at the next dinner party, the one where I'm not drinking
their wine.
The reality of this is I'm just a person who has found the freedom to
do, say and be who I am. But I am also no different, no worse, no
better than any else. People do not understand me, and that is alright.
Just do not condemn me for being different or fear and dislike me
because you have not been able to find the freedom that I have. I love
with no off switch and I want to be loved because there is nothing more
euphoric than the all-consuming feeling of pure love. I strive for
happiness and procrastinate the things that are unpleasant. I try to be
nonjudgmental in a world that is so very judgmental. I do not hate. I
might not want to be in your vicinity, but I consciously strive not to
hate. Once you are in my circle, you're there for life. I enjoy males,
females, misfits, shemales, subnormals, lovers, geeks, freaks,
fighters, movers, shakers, intellectuals, individuals, vibrant people,
random geniuses and people who make me laugh. I like all beautiful
things no matter where they might hide. I like seeing and meeting the
new and I never forget about the old. I believe everyone has something
to offer and I like to learn what it is, remembering that even the
smallest gift is still a gift. I believe everyone has a story, it is
just sometimes they do not know it. I am magnetically attracted to
individuals and seem to bypass the fads and fashions that depict a way
of living. I would rather see you stand alone and be unique than blend
into the masses.
I am a person with thoughts, feelings, actions, ideas and different
perspectives that I do not hesitate to project. I will speak and defend
my opinions and in return listen to others. I might not agree, but I
respect the fact that we can each have a different perspective and
opinion on many different matters.
I will never fit in or agree with the politically correct just to
please anyone, and though I will voice my opinion, I will not shrug my
shoulders and laugh at your retirement package. All I ask is that I am
allowed to be me and for you to realize that in its self is a full-time
job. But please invite me to all your social gatherings, because I
enjoy eating your food and dearly love to drink your wine. Does anyone,
by chance, have some good strong cheese and a vintage port? – dba
Linda Abernathy
photo and manipulation
Rescued from the
portal entrance
Something that caught my eye on
the way to the end of the internet!
The Rat Pack, Coolest
of the Cool!
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My
mind wonders here with each falling snowflake.
Hugging
is good medicine. It transfers energy and gives the person hugged an
emotional lift. You need four hugs a day for survival, eight for
maintenance and twelve for growth. Scientists say that hugging is a
form of communication because it can say things you don’t have words
for. And the nicest thing about a hug is that you usually can’t give
one without getting one. We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come
as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of
recognizing and appreciating what we do have. - Fredrick Koeing
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photo
Living
Life
Trying
to live the illusion of happiness in miniscule snippets of pleasure
captured in between the erupting collisions with reality is not truly
living. It is mingling your presence with the sodomized corpses of your
dreams. Thinking that your true bliss can be found in the lives of
others, or through the actions of another person, is following the same
delusion that the soiled and stained sheets of a crack whore have no
odor or disease. What you want for your life, your dreams and your true
bliss must be found now before fate and time regurgitate your core
energy into the oblivion of what is deemed socially acceptable. -
dba
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photo
Something that caught my eye on
the way to the end of the internet!
Corporate America finds a new venue for advertising!
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Everyday
Everyday
I try to avoid disillusion.
But,
everyday
it returns,
unchanged
and as imposing
as the day before.
- dba
A Black Cat
This morning there was a black cat with
two white feet carefully drinking water from the edge of the pond. I
briefly looked away and when I looked back, it was nowhere to been
seen. It vanished into the slithery unnatural, gone from the pond,
leaving no ripple. Now, I'm not even sure now that it was a black cat
with two white feet. - dba
And a
Danfoot sighting!
dba photo
Something that caught my eye on
the way to the end of the internet!
Bridget Bardot & Picisso
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"The only
people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to
talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the
ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the
stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody
goes Awww!"
- Jack
Kerouac
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On
Sale Now!! AK-47, Ace hardware, small town USA
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Escaped from
the set of a bad Japanese B-type horror movie.
Nonsensical
You look at
me
with
bewildered eyes
and question
the source
of my
nonsensical writing.
Then while
we lay in bed,
our bodies
intertwined,
you ask,
"Does a
spider have feelings?"
"Can they
feel any pain,
or does a
spider have a heart"” - dba
Something that caught my eye
on the way to the end of the internet!
Piercing
gone wrong!
A three lock extreme chastity belt.
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If you only
read
the books that everyone else is reading,
you can only think what everyone else
is thinking.
Haruki Murakami
Photomontage #27
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Texting or Praying?
Something that caught my eye
on the way to the end of the internet!
posted: wednesday_ january 06_
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Finish
each day and be done with it.
You have done what you
could.
Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely
and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
Ralph
Waldo Emerson
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A
stand alone image from a resent photomontage shoot. there will be a lot
more coming from this sitting in the near future.
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To
some this is a fall photograph, to others it is the beginning of the
end. Just around the corner came snow and cold and the realization that
I was in this snow bank for another winter.
15 Minutes
For
fifteen minutes,
maybe
fifteen minutes a day,
I
want to hold you.
I
don't want to kiss you
(much).
I
don't want to talk.
I
don't want to think.
I
want our skin to feel each other
and
absorb the unstoppable.
You
cannot look away.
You
cannot pull away.
I
want to keep you engulfed
in
my arms and pretend
these
fifteen minutes will last forever. - dba
Found
while searching for the end of the internet!
Some captured moments are simply priceless.
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"It is
better to live your own destiny imperfectly
than to live an imitation of somebody else's life
with perfection".
– Bhagavad Gita
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Nice
carpet but that toe has been bent and broken way to many times.
The first time was on a baby chair my little sister was sitting
in.
No
Conception
Sitting
on old, rough, cut wood in and even older woodshed, Terry and I loudly
vocalized the world's problem. The firewood was stacked on each side of
the dusty room, leaving a small alleyway in the center where our feet
dangled over wood chips and old pieces of black coal.
We
were thirteen and cutting through the crap of the world by smoking
Marlboros, spitting on the coal and bantering back and forth about
fucking this and fucking that. We were mad. We were disgusted after
being fueled heavily by the nightly news of Huntley and Brinkley. We
knew all the answers and we wanted to be heard, we just didn't know the
questions.
We
shook our heads about the past as we tried to inhale the strong smoke
of old cigarettes. We cussed loudly about the fucking present and how
it was not right and we were getting screwed. We tried to anticipate
the future, but it was too far off to really understand. We calculated
being 50 in the next century, though we didn't think we would be alive
for it. It was so surreal that we could not find a focal point and had
no conception of what it would be. Now, years later, I am 50 and I
still am not sure if I have found it. - dba
A
doodle of me, for me from my brother David Vaughan. I think he got me
pegged!
Found
while searching for the end of the internet.
A 1960's ad for the evils of marijuana.
posted: saturday_january_08_ 2010
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Though
I have been off
line and not posting anything on this blog I have been very prolific.
Now that it is 2010 I'm back and focused with more vibrant chaos to
confuse everyone. This is going to be the best year ever. I have so
many things planned and projects working, so stay tuned. I'll keep you
informed on what's happening in the world of chaos, my chaos.
dba photo
But
buddy. You won’t be
forever 21, but you don't have to grow old.
My
motto has always been; I
may grow older, but I refuse to grow up.
Post Free Love
Possibly
due to the karma due a mischievous young boy, I became infected with
warts. I had two on my face and over 100 on the back of my right hand.
There were three large seed warts with loose tentacles that waved at
passers by like an octopus in Davy Jones’ Locker. They were spaced
evenly to form a triangle and the rest scattered randomly over the rest
of my hand. It was a very embarrassing time, as I was the target for
ridicule and hazing. Children at this age can become a vicious,
uncontrollable mob of verbal lynching.
Finally, after pleading with my parents, I
was granted my wish of seeing the family practitioner, Dr. McKinnley –
the doctor who not only delivered me into this world, but also all of
my brothers and sisters. Dr McKinnley was a matter-of-fact type of
doctor who didn't always take time to coddle and pamper his patients.
He addressed the situation and then moved on. He must have taken a bit
of pity on my situation; after all, the seed warts on my face also
looked like the tentacles of a sea creature moving in the waves.
He sat me down on the black leather
examination table covered with paper, the same my brother held me down
on while the same doctor tried – using a loop of string and nothing to
deaden the pain – to jerk out a fishing hook embedded in my finger. A
slight film of perspiration covered me as I remembered that horrific
moment, but it did fade a bit when I saw him grab a syringe and a small
glass bottle. I will, however, never forget the sizzling sound or
the smell of burning flesh as a red-hot poker was placed on these large
sea-creature type growths. The remaining warts were to stay. Dr.
McKinnley must not have had time to deal with them and told me that by
the time I had found a girlfriend they would be gone. But now a catch
22 appeared in my head. How was I to find a girlfriend if I had this
affliction of warts on my hand? How was I to hold a pretty girl's hand
if she was going to see and feel my virus? I felt like a leper and was
so embarrassed that I tried to bite them off, which left nothing but
scars on and below the surface.
As the years passed by, I went back to see
Dr. McKinnley numerous times, and he was right; by the time I had found
out about the wonders of having a girlfriend, all the warts were gone.
I came into puberty on the post side of free love and I was after all
the free I could find. In doing so, I managed to find out about the
price that can be paid for trying to bang any and everything possible.
I got “the clap,” and in the few short days that the inferno burned
though my man member I realized it was far more horrific than any wart
or brutal childhood bully.
When
I explained to Dr. McKinnley what was going on, he was anything but
sympathetic.
“You
stop poking that pecker of yours where it does not belong,” Dr.
McKinnley told me.
“But
I thought I found where it belonged,” I rebutted back to him. But
having a smart mouth to the family doctor is one of the dumber things
you can have at any age. He did get the last laugh; though he did not
say anything to my parents, as he said he would not, he did leave a
lasting impression on me. I am not sure what made me scream the
loudest, the two-pound cotton swab he reamed my urethra with or the
injection that he delivered to my ass like a harpoon fired from the
deck of a 1920’s whaler. – dba
Here is the latest
photomontage I have produced.
There
will be many more to see in the near future.
A new Chaos Card that
is a bit fitting for the post holidays
Found
while searching for the end of the internet.
Damn! You just got to
love Hendrix and good old Rock & Roll.
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