Diapered Drysuit Diving Drone
Opening my new account after old one was shut down without any reason given.
Still a bABy trying to figure out what to be if I ever grow up.
Went thru life doing all the stuff I was expected to do. Served in the USAF. Went to college and became an RN. Got married to a wonderful woman. Had a family. Took care of wife when she became ill.
She passed away and the tears started to flow. It felt like the tears would never end. Then one day after visiting site where we sprinkled her ashes, I had to pull off the highway because of all the tears. A voice in my head said to me, “YOU HAVE TO DRY YOUR EYES BEFORE YOU CAN SEE THE ROAD THAT LAYS AHEAD OF YOU!”
Then one day my grandson yelled out to me, “THERE IS THE HARLEY DEALER! YOU CAN GO NOW!!” In my younger years I had always enjoyed riding motorcycles. My uncle RED got me started by loaning me his bike. While in the Air Force I got a Suzuki. Later I got a Honda 750.
Shortly after I got married and had a son, I had to sell my cycle to afford a big move out west. Since then, their was always an excuse why I could not have a bike again. “cost to much”, or “you have family to raise.” were some of the excused given. Soon it got to be understood by all that my marriage vows included forsaking all others including HARLEY DAVIDSON.
Also, before I was married, I was a SCUBA diver. The SCUBA GEAR was also part of the toys that I had to give up, to go on with life.
For some reason the RUBBER VIKING DRY SUIT caught my eye. I could not resist the temptation. I had to get one. At first I expected to just use it to snorkle and swim in the local fridget lake. But eventually I met up with some divers who managed to twist my arm into getting my certification again. Truth be told I actually gave them my arm to be twisted.
As time passed by, it seemed like the rubber suit had more and more power over me. Sure it just laid there innocently on the floor. But in my head it was saying “IN YA GO!”
Soon, I would be swallowed whole just like a snake eats its prey.
Each time my head passed thru the birth cannel (also called a neck gasket) it felt like I was being born again. I heard from others who spent their entire lives as drysuit diving drones. I now envied them and hoped soon I would become a DIAPERED DRYSUIT DIVING DRONE.
I heard about CHRIST OF THE ABYSS
I JUST HAD TO GO AND SEE IT FOR MYSELF!
I began to write about my journey. Soon I hope to publish a third book about it. ‘LIVING THE DREAM!”
FUCK----I think my blog was wiped out again by the TUMBLR anti free speech group
