A Future in Writing, With Your Help.

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Dear Family:

One month later and, still, the news is good. Family… I’m kind of tired. I really love this blog that we do together; I love having you all as my readers. But I’m not as keen of the writing individual as I once was. I looked back at some of my past entries and I do notice a difference. Understandably, I wasn’t married and my wife is awesome and I love her and she’s beautiful, et cetera. But marriage is tough. Nay, marriage is extremely tough and, at times, quite agonizing. I find the production of grey hairs upon my face and head quite more rapid and prodigious whence I had my time to myself at Starbucks upon this very laptop. I find that my fingers strike these 26 letters of the alphabet and what not at a pace quite removed from the eloquent and fairly bedazzling essence they once held. I wouldn’t trade this life with my wife for the whole world or universe. Here’s the sordid truth: my wife and I struggle financially.

 

“Ugh, David you just described, like, every single newly married couple in the world… and Middle Earth, for that matter; not to mention Panem and, heck, Allagasia as well. Oh, and let us not forget the fabled Narnia and Zombieland, also.” So, my family, life, I guess, is normal. But you know what I really, really, really wish to do all the time and, for the most part, every day: write. I love to write (duh) and I also love to write music and my books and play my violin and, hopefully, my very own piano, one day. Can I ask you all a huge, ginormous favor? Rest assured, I’m not going to sell you anything. But, of course, you’re all welcome to my books and music on Amazon.com. Here’s the favor, which stands linked to my gratitude for your visiting, liking and following my humble corner of the internet: I’m going to put a link right here Share a Sale. If you click this link, it’ll lead you to a website called ShareaSale.com. It’s an affiliate marketing website which, like my previous entry stated, stands as a type of sponsor for my WordPress blog. If you click that link, a new window will open up and I will get credit for that lead; and all you have to do is click this link Share a Sale

 

Hey, family, level with me: I’m a hard worker; I’m losing hair to the point where I won’t have any grey hair to grow from at all. My wife and I eat from Cal Fresh and work every-single-day just to make our overly priced rent. Most of the followers here have been with me for a while and the board of comments is still wide open. You guys have come to follow this blog in likely association to Autism: I am diagnosed with Autism. Share a Sale

 

Last night I was busking (outdoor performing) on my violin outside a local café that was kind enough to allow my presence and performance. A gentleman came up to me and noted that my tip box indicated my diagnosis. He told me that his grandson is on the spectrum and is moderately functioning. Like a breaking of a dam, all my faculties fell apart and even my own “Autism Awareness” came barreling in and I realized that I am far more disabled than what I let on to be. My friends, individuals on the spectrum are acting a roll; at least the ones who are so able to. Unfortunately, my defenses can fail and I become a wobbling tall-person who’s married, 35 and unemployed who whence commanded eloquence and charisma is now acting not so dissimilarity to one who is mentally challenged. I didn’t even see it coming. Yet, the man did not judge me and told me, “I understand. I’ve seen it all too often and I commend you on your accomplishments to socialize as normally as you can.” With tears in my eyes I continued to play my violin; to play my violin without sheet music and in professionalism having only been playing for five and a half years.

 

By clicking these links Share a Sale, my friends, my family, you’re hardly inconveniencing yourselves and your actually helping fund someone who’s ambition is to help and bring to light the Autistic community; via music, writing, poetry, words and beauty. Just a click Share a Sale. Of course, as you follow the link, any furthering of your interest in Affiliate marketing will help me and my wife even more. But, a mere click, which is called a “Pay Per Lead” affiliation, would be helpful. As a recompense for your little click on these links Share a Sale, because I know how we all love those commercials on YouTube, etc., I’d like to take some time in this blog to discuss a topic which, when previously examining my Word Press history, was one of the most popular topics, hitherto.

 

Star Wars: I cannot get over the underrated nature of the prequels and their marvelousness. Even so, I want to also discuss a little the artistry and overwhelmingly entertaining level the newer movies have produced. I loved, absolutely loved, Solo: A Star Wars Story. Here’s why:

 

Han Solo deserves an origin story. In Episode IV, V and VI, we hear so much about all the exploits and adventures of the infamous Han Solo—his partnership with Lando, how he acquired the Millennium Falcon et cetera. Also, what a twist at the end (SPOILER ALTER!!!!!!!!!!!) when the Star Wars franchise does indeed rectify a mistake of killing off Darth Maul too early. How exiting it will be to see how that story develops. Didn’t anyone find it so much fun to see Han smuggle, “back-stab” and smooth talk his way through obtaining his “baby” the Falcon, get together with Lando and even help in the initiation of the actual genesis of the Rebel Alliance. Lastly, and quite most importantly, we learn how and why the famous Han Solo always shoots first.

 

My criticisms: first off, um…. I had a problem with… No, I think the part where… No, um, hmm. Oh! I just got it: I have no criticisms. I loved it! I’ve been watching Star Wars on repeat since I was 4. I had the entire trilogy memorized since I was, well, 4! I saw the prequels at the midnight showing and I memorized those lines since I was 15. Anyways, I am beyond appreciative of what the Star Wars franchise metamorphosized into. Honestly, I would have assuredly gone another way and, truly, I feel the story of the Star Wars Cannon could have been much better; having certain avenues omitted and others elaborated upon.

 

I really want to write more upon this. I hope you are all as excited as I am for the new Star Wars episode coming this Christmas. Also, my wife and I are the biggest John Wick fans and we are so going to see it this May, 17. And, no, there are no affiliate links for the movie here. I wrote that just because I wanted to. *wink* Because John Wick is awesome! Share a Sale

 

And now I bring this to another sad close for I wish I could just write and write and communicate to you all; thoughts, feelings, hurts, joys etc. I really could use this favor, family Share a Sale. All you have to do is click the link and it’s supporting Autism. And I mean that absolutely literally. Every time you click this link Share a Sale you’re helping the autistic community and, truthfully, you’re keeping us from dying. The suicide rate is too high. And it’s all because we’re stressed and overwhelmed. Help the Autistic Community and help me and my wife with this link Share a Sale.  Thank you thank you and thrice thank you, family. Love you all and blessings abundant.

 

Sincerely and with the warmest regards to you,

-The Giver of Words.

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Good News, Family!

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Hello my family of readers!

I have absolutely wonderful news!! Inasmuch as I know you all enjoy the uttermost macabre of my life in that you read a history of Autism-inundated hysterics, guess what? My WordPress account will be accepting sponsors!

 

In 2004 I walked inside the movie theater alone which shortly preceded a series of suicide attempts. The movie I went to see was Secret Window staring Jonny Depp. Filled with self-doubt, self-loathing and a series of self-inflicting pains due to chronic, manic depression, schizophrenia, a psychotic break from reality—to name but a few—I found some small comfort in what the aforementioned movie inspired within me: writing. After I emerged from consuming my first 26 Excedrin in 2005 of February after a 9 day stint at a psychiatric ward, I actually didn’t begin writing. I was admitted again to another psychiatric ward. Only this time it was 12 days and in the medium security wing of the ward. I was that much of a danger to myself. I once again walked amidst the world (at least I referred to it as Hell; and this term of “Hell” is literal: I actually believed I was in Hell) and began a long, long journey that would lead me to understand how much God not only never left me, forsook me or abandoned me but loved me so, so much, also.

February, 2005: I’ll never forget it. I took my laptop, walked inside this old coffee place called It’s a Grind (I miss that dive) sat down and began writing. Billions of words later (no, really, billions) I’m married to a masterpiece of God’s creation, playing music which people love, supporting my wife through her health goals (she’s kicking a## btw) and, as you guessed it, I am writing and writing and writing my goal of writing to a newfound milestone. Oh, did I also mention my published books and music?

 

So, my family of well deserving readers, my blog has sponsors. Let me tell you how our time together will be evolving from now on. For others just joining, take a gander at my previous entries at your leisure and stay tuned. In case you haven’t been made aware, I’m autistic; big-time. You know what’s interesting is how so severely underrated high-function Autism stands to the eye of the beholder. Just because I’m high functioning does not denote a greater neurological ability to function just as well as others. Someone who is missing both legs is just as disabled as someone who can’t move their legs. Or, in a more relatable case, someone with a severe case of dyslexia is just as incapable of reading text as someone who is blind. Yes, the blind person is, technically, on a higher-level of disability, yet both persons have equal difficulty reading and reading anything. I wonder if braille is applicable for someone with Dyslexia? Thus I come to a point in this time to which I devote unto the fullness of awareness that Autism is not to be underestimated, underrated or under-respected. I have indeed been reading, discovering and hearing that the overall awareness into the application of Autism accommodations is rising exponentially. That being said, my blog herein will be one more tool of the growing interfaces and augmenting resources all people, autistic or otherwise, which I hope and pray that the endeavors can do nor more than make this man’s dream become more and more of a reality: to assist, aid and all otherwise accommodate, the autistic community.

 

This first entry upon the multitude preceding will I hope be the only ever growing foundation of a family upon WordPress therewith a cause to help a community that is, I’m sorry to say, dropping like flies. The mortality rate of those on the autistic spectrum is between 30 and 40 years old. For this reason—much in my cogitation previously deliberated upon hence—and for many more already established I feel so compelled to pull this entire hegemony of like-minded, gifted adults whose talents, as you can imagine, will either cure cancer or perfect fusion reaction of clean hydrogen generated energy to a commonplace reality, from the depths of Hades and into a light I’ve come to be able to embrace and function within despite my pleads to God to kill me so intently. Thus, family, this site I supplicate to the rank of a haven that many might find techniques, tools, toys and all manner of functionality in a commonly un-functional group of, concordantly, loving and caring people desperate to exist in this world. Take my word for it: if you ever meet someone whose high-functioning autistic, they are desperate to find a place in the world coalesced in the realms of the deepest levels of love and philanthropy this side of Heaven succeeding Mother Teresa. Moreover, as a result of both of us, in a sense, working together, I could really, really use your help, family, to help those on the spectrum. The mortality should be identified as an epidemic. By the way, there are only 4 suicide attempts that anyone knows of in my life. But, I’ve been plotting and trying since I was 7. Praise be to God, though, for my exceedingly low threshold for pain and an absolute mortification of what would happen if I fail (yes, I failed once and that was more than enough). I want the autistic spectrum to be better received in this world. Those in wheelchairs have wheelchair ramps. Those who are blind have Braille and even Service Dogs. I need our community to be better equipped for us: the Autistic Community. It’s been Hell and I’d rather bring forth so many who could be so instrumental in this world, as we already have.

 

Dan Akroyd: brilliant actor and writer and entertainer and autistic. Vincent D’onofrio: absolutely astounding actor. He was Private “Pile” in the movie Full Metal Jacket. He also played that farmer in Men In Black who got his skin ripped off and worn by the bug: one of the greatest actors to my own person opinion; very Autistic. There was also this one guy a long, long time ago who developed innovations into a type of study in which the actual particles of matter incorporated unto our earthly atoms could be broken or “split” which invoked the method of Fission. Spectacularly, the Fission Reaction burst forth the newest frontier of science and discovery for nuclear weapons. Also, this man, whilst abstaining to his self-proclaimed dogma of never wearing socks (he hated socks), added to the science of discovery a theory which, if proven, would upset the fabrics of nature to a realm which leaps our proximity to God by utter palpability: relativity. In case you haven’t guessed it, this man is Albert Einstein whose other many, many theories were not necessarily received and he had many failures. Also, if there was anyone upon earth who could fail more at school, it would be me. Otherwise, Albert E. was no rain man when it came to studying or scholastic academia. I find it somewhat humorous that the name for which a reputable reaction of intelligence was attributed to a man who didn’t even have an associate’s degree. There’s one more mention of an autistic man by the name of John Elder Robison: this guy was why Kiss, the rock band, had their pyrotechnics and special effects; all him. He was a mechanic engineering genius. But, from reading his book and hearing his interviews, the guy was a nut-case… and I mean this endearingly, because if someone called me such a term or a “freak”, I would cordially say, “thank you.”

I want to expand the discovery of autistic individuals out there. I want this so badly because these are the ones who can literally cure cancer, aids and develop everything from cars that run on water to computers which interface by our sheer thinking it; and interfacing at the rate of 300 yattohertz per second with a hard drive capacity of endless exabytes.

Thank you, family, thank you thank you thank you! You’re going to help so many and I am so glad that I’ve been accepted by sponsors to help make this happen. The truth is that we all have to eat and keep a roof over our head. My wife and I are trying to have children and I don’t really want to raise them on the street. So, you’re support is not an act to help out a pompous, money-hungry monster of corporate gain and monetary acquisition. I’m going to Heaven anyway and my idea of luxury is a nice glass of wine with some good burger, or something, my wife at my side and binge watching a John Wick marathon; and I mean it. I seek the simple life, and I want to bring so many out into it who could be dying at this very moment!

This is communicable love, family. Let’s spread it more. Thank you so much again and we will be working together for something precious: life.

“Why have enemies when you can have friends?” –King Arthur: King Arthur, Legend of the Sword.

 

Sincerely,

-The Giver of Words.

 

Check out these fun tools to help children on the autistic spectrum:

Chore Sticks

Make chores a game and try giving the child a chore which coincides with something they love to do. E.g. stacking, placing, walking, cleaning, folding or any kind of stimuli that connects the nervous system in a calming way. Most important of all, let them do it their way! If they take a single garment out of the dryer to walk all the way to the living room, fold it and then walk it over to where it goes in the drawer/closet to then return to the dryer and repeat, just let them do it! *wink*

Lego Peel n Place Platform

Okay, I’m not even going to go into too much detail. But, I’ll say this much: LEGO’S ARE AWESOME! I was always comforted by playing with my Lego’s as a young boy. Every time I’d disconnect and click those pieces together, it all made sense. By the way, in my prime I had entire 2 foot-long spaceships constructed to the apex of complexity and I could disassemble the vessels in its totality and subsequently reassemble the collection of blocks not only exactly to its original state, but utilizing each individual block from whence it was so located upon the original design. No one believed me and thought I was just putting extra salsa on the taco; until my Aunt came over to visit when I was in high school. She stayed in my room and I shared with my brother for about a week. Before bed I showed her my Lego’s. She couldn’t believe her eyes beholding the ingenuity. She told my parents and they, too, were like: “Whoa!” lol. Anyways: Lego’s: the building blocks of the autistic.

Stuff n Sit: Stuffed Animal Storage Bean Bag

I LOVE MY SPONSORS! All of these toys and tools are right up my ally. I played with stuffed animals like crazy (no pun intended). I had names for all my animals and characters. They had personalities, abilities based on the color of their coat or clothes and each color denoted level of importance, rank and character profile, categorically. But, all I had was a dirty old, black trash bag. So annoying, and it teared all the time. I had to constantly replace it; I had hundreds of stuffed animals. If a child or even young adult is on the spectrum, I will not doubt some sort of affinity for stuffed animals and plush toys. You’ll probably find that you can add to the collection of chores sticks by stimulating a fun act of putting the animals away in a fun bean-bag storage case. So much safer from the elements, as well. Also, I always lost eyes, buttons or something that I grieved due to a lack of good storage for my little army. I got a lot of silver fish, too. A storage case such as this would definitely eliminate unwanted guests.

 

Always more ideas and help to come for the Autism fight I want to bring out into the world. Moreover, my functionality in this world came at great, great cost. I pray that parents and even individuals on the spectrum themselves are far more benefited than I was. Usually it’s the simplest and most basic thing that can reduce a day-long tantrum into a 12 hour period of occupied control, however weird they might enact upon it.

Thank you again, always, thank you thank you. From your local neighborhood autistic partner in crime…

-The Giver of Words!

BLESSINGS!

I Just Want to Write.

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Dear Word Press Readers:

I think some of you are reading this blog for the first time right now. Let me begin:

I am an adult with Autism and life is Hell. Now, with that out of the way allow me to regale:

I have actually been looking for a job that works from home. I’ve been searching for about 5 months. My resume is impeccable and I know I am overly qualified for these moderately paid positions. Can anyone tell me why not only they are not hiring me, but why, after I score all 100’s on all their proficiency tests do these companies give me the reply: “we’ve decided to go with other candidates,”?

 

I am so terribly sorry. Let me start over. Hello, readers, thank you so much for joining and reading and experiencing my blog, which is just an adult with Autism trying to survive. Unfortunately, the aforementioned term I just used of “survive” is literal. Friends, I spend every day, every-single-day, of my life debating whether or not I truly have a purpose here. For those who’ve been good and loyal, now, for a while (I thank you all) you know how well I write. Would you not hire me? Please forgive my frustration, friends. I have not as nearly as much time as I once had. I’ve forsaken many of my pledges to you all and all I want is to make it through the month keeping a roof over my head. It just gets aggravating or, at best, confusing when I see college professors and learned lawyers make some of the most grotesquely written documents, while sit home an Autistic savant with the logophilia of an age-old elven scribe buys a loaf of bread to subsequently weigh his account to make sure he can even afford it. One thing that has been angering me about society is how poorly and how profusely I’ve been abused for no reason at all.

Friends, readers, my followers, I’m so happy as many as you are here with me. Might you know of a company who has need of a ghostwriter? I do open all my blog posts to comments. Please, feel free to divulge some info. Or, better yet, do any of you perhaps need someone to write a master-level professional document; edit something; ghostwrite; transcribe et cetera. My WordPress post right now, as well as the recent, is not necessarily from an Autistic savant with the best of constitutions. I just wanted, needed, to write something; anything. I pray, hope and constantly lie in gratitude at you and with you all. God bless you and may you all find your passion and your dream. I just want to write.

 

Sincerely,

-The Giver of Words.

The Violin Guy Website

“We Are the Music Makers…”

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Good day, everyone, or good afternoon, good morning and/or goodnight, depending on the atmospheric orientation of the solar positioning and lunar locations associated to thy geographical becons in reference to the astros. As such, it is now my pleasure to point you in the direction of the YouTube channel I’ve put up solely as a video representation of what this is here: a journal. Yet, my themes herein are most definitely congruent with art and my desire to reform it. If thou has rested thy intent upon the aforementioned journal entry to thy consciousness sought I pray in the augmentation of conceptual growth, then I give my thanks. If not, take thyself, hence, for my words and my desires based in an ambition to bring forth no so much something new, but something that has lied dormant for far too long: beauty in art.
My channel on YouTube is thus Art Angel Anonymous“>Art Angel Anonymous It will not necessarily be a channel I wish to grow for the sake of full-time YouTubeing. In actuality, that degree of aspiration has been forthcomingly reserved for my spouse and I on our channel: Keeping up with the K’s. Regretably, anonymity is not my forte so, alas, that my desire to perhaps only attempt to keep my identity unknown rests alone in its mere idea of the notion that I am Art Angel Anonymous and my person himself is very well identifiable as the husband of one wife of a beauty surpassing them all; said hitherfore any mirror, mirror upon a wall.
This page is under my will to be absent of all placation. I will not be sugar coating anything. Nevertheless, profanity, useless gestures of hatred or hate-speech and/or bullying in any form towards a person, a group of persons or a company et cetera is not only to be totally removed from this page, it will also be untolerated with acute severity in the comment section. Criticism to construct or even criticism to demonstrate intense protestation will not be remonstrated. The prime consensus is to either agree with or disagree with expunged of ill-will to any living person or their beliefs, period. Here, I as well as anyone will fall under this predisposition: “I agree to disagree, do you?”
Barnette Newman is a joke; nay a bad joke; a disgrace to the realm of art and his works should be abolished. If this statement seems hateful, then examine thyself: $105 million dollars for piece of canvas with paint on it entitled “who’s afraid of red, yellow and blue?” I scrape a living off rock, figuratively, just to make my overly priced rent for a space that me and my wife are albeit grateful for. Our rent is over $1,000 (not exact). That one painting sold for the equivalant of what it would be to live in our apartment for 8,750 years. Hath any or all heard the expression: “what a waste of space.”? Personally, I feel that such a phrase directed at a person is by far one of the highest insults you could exact and I disaprove of it. Yet, for an object, such as the real, yes real, invention that allows your high-heels to stay dry in the rain by putting umprellas on the toes (I’m not joking) that I call a waste of space. The aforesaid Barnette Newman (just to begin with) is also a waste of space.
I had the misfortune to see the new trailer for the Lion King coming out in 2019. Such an endeavor is a waste; not only of space, but resources, talent and all the hard work that those developers, animators and musical composures put into all their work. The producers: if all they ever do is feed off of nostalgia, the only thing left to feel nostaglic over is nostalgia of nostalgia. In my opinion, Disney is nothing without Pixar and Star Wars. And they recieved an exuberant amount of luck with Frozen (great movie, by they way, and I LOVE the new Star Wars movies). My favorite Pixar movies, hands down, would have to be Wall-E. Pop quiz: what does Wall-E mean? It’s an acronym. Comment below, and no cheating! 😉
My wife and I love horror flicks. Ironically, I used to be unable to watch them. Oh, that statement is to be taken quite literally. Any vision or sound of horror to come across my concious senses to befall me would entail such insurmountable fear, dread and mortification I would henceforth dwell within mysel to overcome the terror in pure psychological meditation. American produced features of horror suck. At least from whence they hearlded: Child’s Play; The Exorcist; The Ring; Halloween et cetera. But now, it’s like I’m watching student films with a budget of ‘please, let us film in the school basement just a little longer,’ as the janitor scowled and mopped in another part of the building; inwardly scolding the futile efforts to his mind of wasted energy of hoolagans.
As my wife watch foregin horror flicks, especailly from Asia, we are genuinely freaked out. Both she and I hae seen all, ALL, horror flicks to date and the new films to be produced on Netflicks these days have such artticles of creativity based in another country, such as Tiland and/or Korea et cetera, that I, to myself, ask, “whhy?” And the answer, uunfortuunately, is actually quite clear: politics. Politics ruin art and beauty and I cannoo endure any more of the sffering of the want of beauty in the world via exploiting the real magic and music makers of our day and age: the art angels anonymous.
Thus, my fellow readers and perhaps artists, we’ve come to the definition of the name off this blog: you are the anonyity; you are the unsung heros. You, the one’s with creativity, the one’s with vision and even ambition, you: you are the reformation of beauty within this cold world of producers, acadamy award farces and “who are you wearing” as opposed to, “That painting is so beautiful” and “I’ve never seen such an amazing display of musical orientiation in my entire life!”
When it has fallen to thy desire to click the following link to the YouTube channel, hence, be sure to heed the need of my wife and I by Subscriing to our channel, hereforeto. We would really, really like to become monitized. Thank you all. You are the music makers, you are the dream desiners: you are…
-Art Angels Anonymous.

Art Angel Anonymous“>Art Angel Anonymous
Keeping up with the K’s

Postscript: feel free to send any e-mails to artangelanonymous@gmail.com. Thank you again. Love you all!

YouTube Bound and Married

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Hey, family,You know, I’ve been feeling really BLAH!! lately. But, in truth, I feel really

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To translate: I’ve been under some stress…

When I first began writing in this blog, I was like: blog; writing; fun; followers; yay! Now, I’m more of a: OMG OMG OMG I need to promote YouTube; me and my wife need to get monitized ASAP; OMG our money is short AHHHHHH!!!!!

So, I’m going to sort of revert back to the good ol’ days of our vloging experience together, family. I remember just opening this up and, you know, writing! I am, after all, the giver of words. Thus, no more agenda, no more itenereary: just good old David back on the wagon for some old fashioned nostalgic blogging; blogging about just what’s going on inside his head. God, though, Autism does tend to produce quite the myriad of thoughts….
I love the new Star Wars movies. I absolutely love the prequels. The originals will always be timeless to me. Did I ever mention that Return of the Jedi made me cry when I saw it as a boy–every single time? The scene where look ceremonially burns his deceased father always got me. No sooner did Darth Vadar reconcile with his own self to return as Anakin Skywalker and also to make peace with his son, then he died right then and there. Luke was never fully able to have his father before he himself passed. I have always felt that the Star Wars Universe was utterly in tune with the Force from the beginning. In a matter of speaking, I know I’ve spoken before of how the prequels were so rigid, poorly executed in line and dialogue and seemingly to pass by with cluckiness and not a good ideal of smoothe plot tragectory. However, I cannot but comment and even criticize the absolute snobbiness and arrogance of the Jedi Council and their whole order. I’ve never known such greater and more inflated egos than when Qui-gon and his apprentice at that time Obi-wan stood before the council. Even as a 15 year-old boy, something didn’t quite feel right about that circle of galactically boasted jerks. I found it so humorous when Obi-wan Kenobi remarked in Episode I, and above all to his own master: “Do not defy the council, master, not again. If you would just follow the code you would be on the council.” I crack up every time. Also, look who it was who first discovered Force Ghost abilities and that Yoda himself, being nearly 1,000 mature in the Force, first found him: Qui-gon Jinn. “Pride commeth before a fall.” -Proverbs 16:11
Hey, do you guys like YouTube? Yes, me and my wife are YouTubers. We’re building our channel and have been since April of this year. If you guys want to watch two funny people (the dorkiest man you couuld possibly see… and the most beautiful angelic woman made by the hands of God, then follow this link to our channel. Keeping up with the K’s Be sure to subscribe to us. We are working really, really hard to become monitized. We’ve literally dropped everything to become full-time vlogers and YouTubers. When we reach 1,000 subscribers, we will be able to acquire some revenue. Also, it will allow us to create and film more and more great content, for you!! For those who’ve actually been following our blog for a while, do you think I’d be able to create some bangers and such fun and exciting content for your viewing pleasure. Imagine, you’re at home, you just got off work, you got a hot meal and a good drink, you’re turning on your big smart T.V. and go you your YouTube App and want to watch a channel that makes you laugh or is interesting. Family, check out Keeping up with the K’s. We, meaning Martha and me, are in our adolescence of our channel and we just posted a new video. Let’s say I just finished editing a video that took place, oh I don’t know, at some location where, oh I don’t know, I just out of no where bust into a huge Shakespearian play-act with my wife and make a perfect yet even over-exagerated reinactment of Macbeth!! Or, worse, Hamlet!! You’ve got your food hanging off your bottom lip falling into your lap with hilarous laughter as your day just became so bright due to us makeing an absolute fool out of ourselves so we can comfort YOU after a hard days work. Allow the court jesters to entertain the host, which is usually the royals and the genttry 😉
Anyways, I’ll try to post more and more for you, family. I can’t tell you how thankful I am of all of you. I know a lot of you are well aware of the difficulties and the seemingly impossible aspect of life it is for one suffering with Autism. It’s ironic that the only reason why the Autistic community suffers is due to a severe and grotesque lack of accommodation. But, that’s for another time and topic.
Please, again, check out our channel and please subscribe. Keeping up with the K’s 1,000 subscribers: that’s all. And then we keep on makeing better and BETTER videos so you guys can laugh, be inspired and know that there are two people in the world who love, because Jesus first loved us. -1 John 4:19.
Thank you again, family. Love you all and– I will see you all on YouTube!!

Blessings!
     -The Giver of Words.

Autism Accomodation

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Hello, family.

Thank you so much for your patience; your understanding; your love. Please accept my apologies at my behavior. I cannot say that I am in a function of any pragmatic processes of equilibrium. Ironically, it is not at all that I am unhappy or even perplexingly anxious. But, I am desperate. Very, very desperate. And that desperation, therein, lies quite the peril which stands precariously close to what I can onlly herein placate as disaster, in being annexed to that of utter destruction.
I make no promises or declarations and I right now disclaim statements that I may not be able to follow through with.
Family, I am starting something called Autism Accomodation. If you’re new, I am diagnosed with Autism. I just turned 35. I am an Autistic adult. You don’t necessarily have to take my word for it, but life is Hell. My childhood was Hell. I live in Hell. Hell is more fun. Everywhere I hear screaming. All the time I want to scream. I live in perpetual Hell. Dante needs to rewrite: Inferno is paradise; he didn’t even remotely come close. Living as an adult with Autism is utter Hell.
I was denied disability; both state and official. I was denied everything, and it is now my obligation to work. But, I can’t. I’ve already worked in the workforce and I couldn’t stand it; it could not be sustained. I am disabled; handicapped. I’d rather be a blind AND deaf parapleagic dying of cancer than an adult with Autism in a world that provides absolutely nothing.
Having been laid off my last job, having worked my way up that ladder to a great job for one year, to have it all thrown away in one swift stroke, my wife and I have decided to go into business for ourselves. My loyal readers, my family and partakers of the pains and turmoils of the Autistic community for whose resources are drowned in useless movies like The Good Doctor and squandered in nothing more than a hypothetical “cure” for an already systemic and mutatingly occuring dissorder by which so much more good can come out if this world would begin to do something it should have been doing for nearly 50 years: accomodating.
My wife and I are now YouTubers. Our channel is called Keeping up with the K’s. I’m sure you all have a fairly good idea behind the mechanics of being a YouTuber: you film, you post and if you meet the prerequisits, you can have your channel monitized. Family, beloved, the links for which will be placed in this entry will lead you directly to me and my wife’s channel. May I be so obliged as to have you subscribe? I don’t wish to sound desperate. I do not wish to give of too much of a pleading disposition. But, the fact of the matter is we need at least 1,000 subscribers and 4,000 of accumulated watch time in order for our channel to become monitized. I will say that as for the roof which remains miraculously over our heads, by the grace of God it is still there; and that of our quite understanding landlord. But, business is business and it’s getting pretty thin. Family, you guys have been so awesome and I feel totally blessed to be able to, in a sense, ramble and rant (often enough) to about 80 people who seem to understand what having Autism is like or what it is about and why our “tantrums” in all forms and functions are the affect of the cause of sheer over stimulation. Moreover, as you visit our channel, you wont be getting some lame content. My wife and I go do fun things, give you a little or I hope a lot of laughter and fun! We love to love. I love my wife. We pray earnestly for children. We seek a home of our own. We work very hard to present our veiwers with great content. So, be our family and give us a sub!
Also, family, readers, this outlet of mine I intended for pretty much naught more than a writing platform that I could communicate to wonderful people absent of harsh hatred or discrimmination. Now, this little corner of the Internet for which you all have so graced upon me by following and reading has grown into nearly 100 people who have shown interest in a man who is very, very simple: I love God. I love my wife. I love everyone. I seek to deliver beauty. I am an artist. I want to be happy. I want children so badly and I absollutely want to raise them with opportunities, saftey and resources that they can pass on this very same love and affection for beautiful and wonderful people like you; reading my post; my journel; my blog.
I’m going to also leave a link to a video a college student performed upon me a while ago. I would have given it sooner, but she put my name as Daniel, not David lol….
Family, I love you all so much. Take my word that it is exceptionally difficult for me and my wife as we bite our fingers to the bone in prayer and hope. Give us a subscribe and help us, please, to get our YouTuber monitzed. By the way, my wife’s disability was also denied. She suffers from chronic acute anxiety. This dissorder literaly impedes working and she is thusly unable to. And now we still have no help from the government.
Guys, family, I say this next part with the heaviest of hearts… I have a Go Fund Me account. Yes, you heard it right. Do you know why I have this account? This account is so that I can buy food for me and my wife. This account is so that I can pay our electical bill. This account is so that our car remains a usable car because it needs break pads and an oil change. Gas is needed too. You all have been so loving enough to like and follow my words and my blog. Be so loving as to subscribe to two people who are in the market for you; their family. We just want to film some cool, awesome or some silly videos to brighten your day. So, then, if you can find just even a little grace in your heart, follow the link to my Go Fund Me account and give a family some little bread; a donation that will keep us from become homeless.
Family, I don’t exagerate. We might become homeless… please… as I can barely see as tears fall; as I type this on my 15 year old iPad 2 using the Internet at a Starbucks with a black coffee from a gift card given on my birthday. Family, you are all beautiful enough to listen and read. Be beautiful enough to show a man whose just trying to do the right thing and who loves God and his wife, his beautiful, beautiful wife, and who would be so happy to give you the gifts God gave him in the form of books, music, art and YouTube videos that would make you laugh or even inspire you!
I love you so much family. It’s getting to a point, that’s all. I love writing in here. Even though it’s kind of far between each post… that’s just how hard I’m working. I’m actually on the corner in a parking lot in front of a wallmart playing the violin for tips. It helps, but…
If you all, family, can help me out, I’ll post a clip of me playing out there 🙂 
I love you all so much. And, family, my wife and I could use a little help. Thank you all so much. I truly wish I could meet you all. Maybe some day I and my wife will. I really would like that. It could happen…
Love you all and God bless.

-The Giver of Words.
Annotation: I don’t have a link to the Go Fund Me account, but it is called: Kindness for the K’s. Can’t miss it. Thanks so much!! Here’s the link to our channel. Bes sure to subscribe! God bless, family. Love you! YouTube: Keeping up with the K’s

I Have Something to Tell you… With Autism.

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Hello family:

If you’re reading this new entry right at this moment, coursing over the words herein, it means you’re awesome! Because you’re reading my post and it is at least interesting enough to maintain thy settled interest hitherto. And, if you are reading this having been following me for some time, you are equally awesome! We are all equals here because we are all equally blessed to be under God’s grace; to awaken in the morning with oxygen and all other many, many thanksgivings I/we relish every day beset upon my once albeit forlorn life.

(I just did one of my legendary sighs preceding my next paragraph; this is becoming habitual) However, *sigh again* my wife and I are struggling. Maybe our struggles pale in comparison to those dying or dead; to those whose cancer is terminal; to those whose freedoms they have not in that I may speak freely, believe freely and go freely upon this land. Lest my tone only seem sarcastic, let me say my prayers to those truly suffering are constant and abundant: father, in Heaven, please be with those in the world who, whether they know you or, if they don’t, shall come to know you soon, are in pain; both domestic and foreign and let your grace, your comfort and your light shine and come down like a dove upon them all; and to all those in whom are loved and loved by such as it were in need of your all-consuming goodness and protection.

My beloveds, I cannot hide from it any longer: God has called upon me a task and it has been my perpetual pain that I have neglected this duty as long as I have. I am an artist, such as it is. The gift of art God placed in me, to whom I give all credit, therewith, is that held in the form of words, languages and tongues. Family, my past entries have held for both of us paroxysms of either the highest form of mechanisms in the range of a psychosis, to that of the eternal most darkness dwelt in the Sheol of depression. Written, herein, via a form of text and script I feel alienated amidst the world thereof in my talents and abilities. I have been diagnosed with Autism. My coping was that of the literature of dictionaries, thesauri, grammar books, spelling, phonics, morphologies and syntaxes. God’s thorough gift has allotted my development into the creation of a language. Although this has been done countless times before by minds similar if not greater than mine own, the rarity of it, all the same, compels me to iterate exactly how God is speaking to me (via inflections, signs, feelings and everything not precluding to audio-schizophrenia [been there; done that and I know the difference *wink*[).

Angellian: the language is that of angels called Angellian. Here is a sample text:
Minn ceseic, etah bateic t’auf van Angelluslaudser este to’t’uste, giest bitweic anderse fromos’ata anle morset’ata hamas. Ose cesteic q’et’e tres ose geicingre’t’aut’ell q’awaningre’t. Furthermore, the dialect is far too complex to write with any east based in our English, Latin and sub-rooted character alphabet. I was obliged to fall back onto calligraphy; employing the use of symbols birthed in the crags of sound, motion, inflection, tonnage and intonation. Moreover, the art of Angellian is that every phrase, every word and every name, proper, perfect, christian and sur, is formulated using specific designs of rules that are, paradoxically so, also liberal and sculpted behind every eye of every user. The history of the formulation of this language was of my own creation also: seven individuals had utterly no power of speech. They were the first of the Angellus, the mythical and magical beings you will or have already read about in my books: The Rudimentum Series, available on Amazon.com. Just type in my name: D.B. Keosababian. You cannot easily miss it.

If you would like to read the history of Angellian, if you would like a translation of the above script, if you would like to explore this God gifted ability in me I wish more than just about anything to show the world, then support this campaign because me and my wife need to pay for rent, our car insurance and food, the basics and stuff. There is no guilt trip nor casting of blame upon all of you who are so beautiful for listening, reading and following. But the fact of the matter is this, and please, I implore thy pardon in light of this forthcoming bluntness: I need some money. And, our struggle is extremely real.

This isn’t small. We literally have not enough for rent and we have been given much, much charity. We are poor. I’m sorry to say. My thankfulness is exhaustive, however. I’m grateful for my heavenly father, God. I’m thankful for my wife. I’m thankful for my talents. And, of course, I’m thankful for my Word Press family, although you all, for now, know me through script. Ironically so, if any of you were to meet me (something I do so desire in the not too distant future) you might find my characteristics particularly Asspergian and no so much displayed in a fairly Vulcanesce nomenclature insofar as my passion for the formulation of all matter of phonology and logophilia presides solely upon white pieces of paper, digital and analog. Meaning I might come off as barely able to function in a nominally social way, since meeting one of you would be so freakin’ cool, I would probably most likely loose mine, therewith. *wink*

All that being said, take in my new platform for displaying my art in which I implore thy patronage to purchase: it’s a site, fairly new, called Steemit. Just another social media platform in which artists may display all forms of their works. Because of its prestige and also its seemingly exclusive by-way upon which I had to sign up (in that there is a waiting period) my profile has not yet been established. I endeavor to post upon Word Press religiously (I’m trying, guys. I really am. I hope you understand ALL the struggles of one suffering with Autism). For now please partake in the pleasure of my work on e-bay. And take this link to a YouTube video in which you may see me writing the Lord’s Prayer in Angellian: Our Father in Heaven….

Family, I, we, my wife and I and God need you. I want to get out there and show the world my love for God, my love for my wife and my love for everything beautiful: music, art, dancing, food, my wife, God, nature, words, stories, good movies, pizza, Star Wars, Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, play, comedy, laughing and of course all of you: listening people to a rambler and expatiator. I call upon you all, beautiful people, now that I’ve had your attention, now that you’ve heard, may I be so obliged: when it is ready, please, please, please, purchase some of my work. Even NOW: send an e-mail to bowman863368@gmail.com. I’ll write your name on a nice piece of canvas as a commissioned painting. I’ll make a video right now of the name “John Smith” and post it on YouTube and then send a link in the next entry then you can see a common name turned into pure art! I love you all, so much. Thank you family. Thank you for supporting me. Autism is often sucky! Sorry, but it can be quite frustrating, and not only for me, but also for those of whom I love so very, very much. My beautiful wife, Martha. Check us out, please, at Keeping up with the K’s, our YouTube channel. We’ll see you there.

With absolute sincerity:
-The Giver of Words.
YouTube: Angellian

Keeping up with the K’s

My Suicide Survival.

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My friends:
I began this blog a long time ago. I began writing in it disposed under the inclination of the Autistic community. After my first couple of posts, something happened I didn’t actualy quite expect: you listened….
Family, as I continued to post my blogs and add to what my WordPress account has become, I discovered that more and more of you of whom I consider family still listened. The most difficult thing about being on the spectrum is the desperation to be understood; to speak and to allow that mode of communication to be concieved and comprehended. But, speaking now for myself, when ever I faced a conflict, when EVER someone was upset, confused, frustrated or even hurt by something I did, all I wanted, all I needed, was for them to understand that whatever it was that I did, I didn’t mean it, it was never personal and I just want to be forgiven; and that I probably just missed the social queue and I didn’t know how to properly communicate the discrepancy which infected our relationship. I’m sorry for hurting you and I would die rather than live with the idea that anything I had ever done was in a way to make you suffer.
You want to know what I hate most about having Autism? What I hate most about having Autism is how, in this age of instant information, people continue to be ignorant. You know what I love most about having Autism? What I love most about havin Autism is that when people actually discover who I am, they love me. You want to know what makes me the most sad about having Autism? What makes me saddest is when people jump to conclusions about me and assume the worst. You want to know what makes me the happiest in having Autism? What makes me the most happy with having Autism is how my wife understands near to nothing about Autism yet she loves me so very, very much because of how I show her I love her.
The problem with having Autism is not the dissorder. The problem with having Autism is fighting through hatful people and retaining the truth about ourselves within ourselves. Since accomplishing just that over the past couple of years, I’ve noticed a surplus of attacks against me by Satan; Satan himself.
Although it does sound metiphorical, unfortunately I have no doubt that the father of lies and the prince of darkness himself has been seeping, or at least trying to seep, into my mind. Here’s why: because I know who I am.
I’d like to take some time to tell you, my family whom I love and give all gratitude for listening, who I am: I am a son of God. He has chosen me to be his son. Adopted children are legitimate children under the parantage of those of whom take them. They are as blood as the cells coursing through the veins of Jesus himself. I am a loving husband who would die for his wife before ever the breath was ended by the one petitioning my life for hers. I am a writer. I am a musician of the piano, drums, violin, guitar and voice. I am a composer of all music, which I do not iterate hyperbolically. I am a well read reader. I am a published author. I am a poet. I am a speaker. I am a leader. I am a strong male with incredible physical prowess. I am a genius with an intelligence quotient of about 190. I am a linguistical student of all languages with partial fluency in spanish, ASL and Russian. I am a somollier and a conosuer of fine art, art history and music, music history and music psychology. I am a quick study. I am a pedagogue. I am naturally gifted in cullinary arts and creation, although never put into studied practice or inhancment. I am a blibliophile. I am an onomotomaniac and a logophile. I am Autistic. I am a conquerer of schizophrenia. I am a conquerer of OCD. I am a conquerer of Bullemia and Anorexia Nervosa. I am a conquerer of Anxiety and chronic anxiety dissorder. Lastly I’d like to add emphasis, for this last attribute goes out to all others under this trait:
I AM A SUICIDE SURVIVOR.
I began contemplating suicide when I was 7 years old. I tried to kill myself through dehydration. This was so no one would suspect that I actually DID kill myself. I stopped drining water, but never made it past 24 hours before I lost will power and became too parched. I continued to convieve of ways to end my life until, when I was about 18 years old, I sat in my bathtub with a knife and tried to bleed my radial arteries (my wrists). My hesitation wounds prevented me from successfully performing the suicide and I was left with scars on my wrists. When I was about 21 I consumed 28 extra strength Excedrin. Three pints of charcoal prescribed by the doctor neutrilized the poison. God led me to the ER, otherwise I would have died. Morever, all my life I could eat anthing and EVERYthing and not gain any weight nor loose any physical prowess. I was blessed with absolutely NO allergies. I rarely get sick. I’ve never had the measles, mumps or anything. Also, I’ve never had Chicken Pocks. I’m 34. I ate 8 donuts in one day and nothing. I have all the energy in the world and in one hour of working out I burn over 1,000 callories. Lucky? Maybe, but it was this reason I survived my suicide attmpt. Look up just how much acetimenophen, asperin and caffine one pill of extra strength excedrin has then multiply that by 28. Then you’ll know why God made me so impervious.

When I was about 28 I turned my car on in the garage and rolled down all the windows. I waited. After about 15 minutes my mom called and said she was about to pull in our drive way. I told her I just got home. I was very upset at God.

When I was about 25 I drove all the way up a super highh parking structure. I tried so hard to jump off. I tried so very, very hard. But I was always pulled back from the edge. I hated God so much. “Why won’t you just let me f**king die! I hate you! I hate you! Let me die!” I would scream this so loudly that blood would form on my vocal chords as I vomited my yellow bile.
I knew that cutting myself wouldn’t kill me, but the pain and buckets of blood at least helpped soothe the pain.

Now…
I’m happy.
Family, I’m married. I’m living and I’m living well. I have Autism and it often sucks beyond any convievable recognition. But, I’m happy. Thank you all so much. Thank you for reading, for following and thank you so much those who have purchased my books, music etc. I love you all and I can say with confidence that everything in my life will be alright. It’s going to be okay.
However…
Beloved family, 80 of you who chose to follow me. 80 of you who like my posts. Four score people I’ve never met yet feel like I’ve known all my life, I need your help.
I created a language. Most of you might know this already. But, for those who don’t, it’s true: I created a language. It is called Angellian. It is the language of the angels; the very language of God. It is grammatically sound. It is a spoken and written dialiect. You cannot write this language using English letters, aside from applying its sounds phonetically, because its form is a combination of art, science and music… and math… and spirit; emotion; heart; mind; body. Everything in the world, in the universe, is adaptive of Angellian.
I do not boast. I do not brag. I am a person who wants nothing more than to see Jesus. To see God. I count this life and all in it as temporary. I want nothing. I need nothing. But, before I go home, I need help to support what I know God has called me to do. Verily, I need some funding.
My wife and I are on EBT’s. We are literally applying for state disability. My wife struggles with Anxiety. I struggle with Autism. Although I’m compitant in any job, the lack of accomodation that every job does not even attempt to behest on behalf of those with Autism has been damning. My wife and I endeavor to become full-time YouTubers. With links to be delivered, forthcomingly, this is what I need from my beloved family. Let me go into detail further on this good and expatiated post (just like I used to do) and plead to you all for your love, generosty and my truthful and sincere desire to want to meet and speak with each and everyone of you… in person:
Art is practically dead. I see occasionally a good piece of canvas transphormed into marvelous still-life, scenery or portraits. I even come accross a good abstract. But, all others’ opinions aside, for I speak for what my own eyes percieve, when I look at modern art these days and behold a mass of randomly thrown paint or chalk against some surface, or when I behold the debachery of color in the most grotesque fashion of form, pose and eye path (with absolutely no focal point) and such an atrosity is sold for mmillions of dollars, I say with absolute confidence: art is practically dead.
Are there any art lovers reading this? Perhpas some of my followers purchase and/or make art themselves? Have you ever seen art in hotels, dining rooms or even department stores? It’s literally a flat color with a line through it at some haphazzard spopt on the paper or canvas. There is nothing in it. It is nothing, and yet it decorates halls for the rich and famous. I’ve seen suites and the finest rooms because of my last job. The “art” is no different than when I blow my nose and see yellowish mucous covering tissue paper, to which I propmtly throw away.
Family, click the link below. Follow what I can create in Angellian and see beauty for what it TRULY is. Beuaty created and with meaning, depth and purpose. Nothing random. Nothing emotionless. Look at my pieces and see that the calligraphy of Angellian is something to tap into the very nature of Heaven. The very nature of God. How he sees, how he speaks: how he FEELS. Would you not rather show off a piece of fine art in your home, office or what have you to where people will actually ask you “what is that work of art and where did you get it? who made it and what does it mean?” Instead of answering, “Oh it’s just random abstract,” you can say, “it’s by an artist by the name of D.B. Keosababian. It’s the language of Angels called Angellian. This piece here I had persaonlly commisioned by him. It’s my name.” Then they will reply: “THAT! That is YOUR name! Wow!” What would you rather have?
This is where you can view a video I made writing the lords prayer in Angellian

Angellian Video

This is where you can go to actually purchase a work of the language of God.

Etsy.com
And this is where you can go to support a humble Couple: one who is the most beautiful girl in the world, and the other who simpy wants to support his family and to live knowing that he survived suicide. 

Keeping up with the K’s

I love you, family. Please, help support. Blessings forever. Thank you.
-The Giver of Words.

Invitation to YouTube

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Dear Readers:

Thank you all!! All of you are so awesome! You’re beautiful people and it has been an absolute blessing to have this free reign to write on this humble little corner of the internet with a great many of listeners and, above all, readers. Thank you all for following me.

Alas, I have, indeed, not kept up on what I had hoped to accomplish by writing and publishing a poem every day. In a good way, God had other (better) plans. More specifically, my wife and I have been most definitively called to YouTube. I’m happy to say that it has been something which we give our total follow-through. Our channel has already begun. My readers, dear readers, I’d like to invite every single last one of you to our YouTube channel: Keeping up with the K’s. I’ll leave a direct link below.

This is likely the only time you’ve read and will read a blog entry on the shorter side (relatively 😉 ) I hope you all find your way to my wife’s and my channel on YouTube. For those who’ve read much or all of my blog here, you might have a pretty good idea of where both she and I are going with our vlog: Autism, depression, suicide, self image, self esteem; just about everything in the world that makes it stand still and keeps it actually from going round. We are endeavoring to bring people to a state of hope. We are working to reach out to people to deliver a message of faith. We are branching out and to forth unto the world the notion of absolute love. We made our humble channel to bring laughter, smiles, information on cooking, living and even some pranks; we’ve opened it to show what Godly living and a godly marriage looks like. And we’ve ultimately given to broadcasting ourselves for the sake of so many people we pray earnestly can find Jesus, can find faith, find hope but most of all love: pure and true love. As I love you all, pray for you all, please: join me and my wife. Like our channel, subscribe to our channel and spread the word: “there’s a man who’s diagnosed with Autism who has pretty much been tortured through self-inflicting harm and multiple suicide attempts who lives happily as a full-fledged and competent adult and a strongly married husband with a love to a wife like no other. You should check out his blog and YouTube channel because he’s telling everyone that there is hope, even for what seems to be the most hopeless situations.”

I love you all, readers. I am sure also it might be kind of cool for many of you to put a true face to the words behind my blog that’s been going on a while. Intermittent as my posts have been and are. I wish you all the blessings in Heaven and on earth now and forever in Jesus’ name.
-The Giver of Words.
Keeping up with the K’s YouTube Channel

Hello From the Other Side… of Autism.

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Dear Readers:

 

Thank you all!! All of you are so awesome! You’re beautiful people and it has been an absolute blessing to have this free reign to write on this humble little corner of the internet with a  great many of listeners and, above all, readers. Thank you all for following me.

 

Alas, I have, indeed, not kept up on what I had hoped to accomplish by writing and publishing a poem every day. In a good way, God had other (better) plans. More specifically, my wife and I have been most definitively called to YouTube. I’m happy to say that it has been something which we give our total follow-through. Our channel has already begun. My readers, dear readers, I’d like to invite every single last one of you to our YouTube channel: Keeping up with the K’s. I’ll leave a direct link below.

 

This is likely the only time you’ve read and will read a blog entry on the shorter side (relatively 😉 ) I hope you all find your way to my wife’s and my channel on YouTube. For those who’ve read much or all of my blog here, you might have a pretty good idea of where both she and I are going with our vlog: Autism, depression, suicide, self image, self esteem; just about everything in the world that makes it stand still and keeps it actually from going round. We are endeavoring to bring people to a state of hope. We are working to reach out to people to deliver a message of faith. We are branching out and to forth unto the world the notion of absolute love. We made our humble channel to bring laughter, smiles, information on cooking, living and even some pranks; we’ve opened it to show what Godly living and a godly marriage looks like. And we’ve ultimately given to broadcasting ourselves for the sake of so many  people we pray earnestly can find Jesus, can find faith, find hope but most of all love: pure and true love. As I love you all, pray for you all, please: join me and my wife. Like our channel, subscribe to our channel and spread the word: “there’s a man who’s diagnosed with Autism who has pretty much been tortured through self-inflicting harm and multiple suicide attempts who lives happily as a full-fledged and competent adult and a strongly married husband with a love to a wife like no other. You should check out his blog and YouTube channel because he’s telling everyone that there is hope, even for what seems to be the most hopeless situations.”

 

I love you all, readers. I am sure also it might be kind of cool for many of you to put a true face to the words behind my blog that’s been going on a while. Intermittent as my posts have been and are. I wish you all the blessings in Heaven and on earth now and forever in Jesus’ name.

-The Giver of Words.

Our YouTube: Keeping up with the K’s

Our Instagram: marthakdavid