| pointless dribble concerning nothing anybody cares about
endless babble to fill the void
uh huh
nuh uh
silence cant scream for company
^like that poem? totally just wrote that poem. poem poem poem poem poem. that word has lost all meaning. what word? oh yeah, poem.
i really dont want to study
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| "Aaron, I totally agree with everything you said" (you don't really have to read the rest)
A wise man once told me that I should write here more. So I think I will. To be honest, I'm not really sure what to say. Its not like I can just fill up a blog with everything that's happened since my last entry, right? Well, I suppose it's possible, but I wont. I can tell you about the now. Once thought about, it gets me down that we are growing up. I know this was a hot topic all throughout high school and I realize that the adults that we would talk about then, we are now.
Despite the fact that I don't think I feel any different, I'm already entering my second year of COLLEGE! That's right. And its kind of funny because all of the people who would actually read this are the same year as me and have probably already expressed their feelings on the subject to someone or in some way. Wow. I'm really struggling to put it in words. I guess I'll stop.
I remember when I was into nostalgia.
Its been a very eventful summer and I'm glad that it turned out the way it did. But I must admit that I feel like a bum because the world around me is at work while I sit around and don't do much of anything. And everything takes money. I guess this year is the year. Man! I think about, like, when I have kids and they're in elementary school. They'll bringing home arts and crafts, "100 day" projects (for those of you who remember) and I'm going to be so jealous of them. And I'm going to feel like it was just yesterday that I brought in my tree with 100 leaves on it, or got to arrange my dollars worth of pennies to spell out 100. That project was in my room for so long...I wonder what happened to it. Such simple times.
In the great words of Bob Dylan: "The Times They Are A-Changin'"
I suppose this a less literate or interesting copy of Aarons post. I admit it. I mean, his word were just so well placed that they nearly shook me to tears. That is until the door bell rang and two people were standing there. I guess this blog is my feeble attempt at saying "Aaron, I totally agree with everything you said". You know what? I think that should be the first line so you don't have to go through the torture of reading the rest.
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| even the birds are chained to the sky.
Crash and burn
or
Compromise
what am i fighting for?
The American revolution tells me.
Not from the entity.
My ability to be my own.
That's the difference.
Either to flee the country. or. In alliance with the state but given individual freedom.
I think this is right. I think i want the latter.
That is i think.
I don't know, though.
Plans fail.
Optimism fades into reality.
Realistically.
Are the states people fooled?
into thinking something they don't comprehend?
are we ignorant?
no responses.
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| Why do we say things. In a fit of anger or rage, frustration, depression, we spew vile words from the black pits of our hearts. Its irrationalization like this that clogs our mental though and turns us into the raging idiots that we fear to be. The power of stupid is much greater than the power of control. sorry.
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