Currently Listening The Soft Bulletin 5.1 By The Flaming Lips see related

loud music solves problems. standing ovations should not be given at funerals. its one thing to think things and another thing to portray things in various forms of media. mediocrity isn't an end all. there's a war on war, a war on the mundane.

love is a funny thing to make.

i stole a pin today. this was not any pin it was kylie lasota's magnet symbolizing the honor and prestige that the Bush administration brought into the white house with its non-election in 2001. since then he(bush) has been spitting shit saliva on the world and thankfully countinues to pretend that the "state of the union" is strong.

he must figure its easier to be intresting when you lie. so when a man has nothing going for him. he can lie about stories he's done, friends he has, skills at instruments and in this case running the country. and it will land you a honey.

on the flip side. it's easier to tell the truth when you act like your joking. that way they will giggle with you if its a poor. the poor guy just has a bad reputation. really on the inside i can see him writing poetry to his wife, and regretting most of his life. however he's just had lots of external pressures and x factors molding him into the man we all know and love.

can we win back what we've lost.

aaron.

Currently Listening Oh, Inverted World By The Shins see related

in addition.

there are goodnights and buh-byes but I'm never done. there are never goodbyes. because just as i go to leave something i remember all that is was i was supposed to mention during the time together. i will be a mess when the people close to me start dying because i know i will have so many words left to say. that only come to me in times like that. i will have to write them in notebooks. it will probably consume so many notebooks that i'll have to start using the books as  crappy welcome matts or put them under uneven tables, kindling perhaps. i'll send the books to my relatives to add on to and through that we will remember that person. not by what they did when they were alive but what they left. what we forgot to tell them, will tell us more about them and ourselves than what we did say ever will.
but of course i will live longer than those around me. because i'll become a health nut and thus a vegitarian during my mid life crisis and never snap out of it.

i've had several near accidents recently that have promped me to drive slow more often. when i drive slow i like it. mostly because it feels as if i am controlling the pace of my life when i go slow. i'm not talking on a phone or planning i'm simply delaying what it is i will have to do when i get to where i'm going. and when i get there i will do it as honestly as possible. hating that i put it off but enjoying the delay all the same.  

--aaron, sleep calls but doesn't leave a voicemail. and then i forget to call it back.

Currently Reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close By Jonathan Safran Foer see related

there are things i forget.

I haven't updated this in a while, the last time i had intended to make a credible mini series of descriptions of people, imaginary people. i no longer intend to do that. i forgot. yes. i became lazy. yes. it frustrates anyone when they realize they haven't finished something they had meant to. Similar to the way, arguments can be left hanging, paintings never sealed, bookmarks deteriorate from being left inside the one thinnest book that ever made its owner realize something about themselves. things don't always not get finished because they are forgotten, however. sometimes we become so caught up in the many negative possibilities that could be the outcome that we forget to think about the positive. that while reading the rest of the book will make "me"(not me personally) cry, tears aren't always bad. because it may even lead me to use all my tissues. and upon stepping into my nearest monopolized superstore to purchase more tissues. i run into a woman who is buying more tissues because of the same reason. and when those children, whom are a product of this one accidental meeting in tissue/cleaning products isle, ask how mommy and daddy met, we would be able to say how using only the words from the book that changed each of our lives. 

if you ask me what i was on while writing this i would truthfully answer sudafed. for my cold. a very un contagious cold, i promise.
things begin easy and soon we quit doing them because it grows more difficult with every turn of a page. but with every turn of the page the finger doing the turning builds up a bit more tolerance to that paper's course edges. soon that natural process makes it easier again by a different means. the callusing of the finger helped. lets keep turning pages. and strengthening our fingers so we finish things properly, get done early, and have more time to watch animal planet.

--aaron makes no sense.