I hate stupid people... If you own a dog, take care of it!
06/29/2003 09:45 p.m.
For two weeks now, I've been staying at a friends house..
That's all good..

But the people next door can go to hell and die in a fireball as they try to light their farts.
Grrr... Let me explain.. as I calm down..

Ok..

They have a dog.. it's a pit/greyhound.. Nice dog, hyper active, still a puppy by real dog terms, maybe a year old..
Skinny as hell, not to mention..
All right, well these people next door lock the poor bastard out in the back all the time, like 20/6 days a week..
and I smoke on the back deck, so he just sits there and checks me out.. lately though, they've been tying him down so he cant really go anywhere anymore.. like he had allot of room to begin with.. jeez.

Beware if I ever had any power...This is my decree... Anyone who can't take care of their pets/kids/habits, should just be drug into the street and shot...a couple of times in certain cases.

Why the hell are you going to get a dog that you just lock up in the back yard?...Forget to feed, forget all about..
Why even have it?
Sell the thing, give it away even...
Someone would like to have something that loves him/her.

I just don't get it.. I mean I feel like going over there and kidnapping the poor dog, but I'm not going to jail over some shit like that. and as for calling the SPCA or PETA, that's probably just a wasted thought too.. I mean SPCA will just take the dog, and if no one gets him in a week, it's the freezer factory to be sold off to science schools to dissect.. Mmmmm.. Hungry now?

So she just makes me feel guilty having to smoke a cig with her sitting there staring at me and whimpering...
I'd go over there and play with her, but the people there are some crack heads.. I don't even want to have to tell you about the owners.. The guy is all beating on the dog, and locking it in a cage.. fucking people need to learn how to train a dog.. I mean c'mon.. if you can't take care of a dog, then what the fuck are you doing to your two kids?

I'm done with my rant now...Ahhh.. I feel better..


It's sad to see shit like this.. especially next door.


I am currently Angry
I am listening to Thunder and rain falling from the heavens

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Ahhh.. back at home...
06/27/2003 05:00 a.m.
You know?, I've spent a long time thinking about making this my little weblog of creativity.. but you know, I just spend my time ranting in here.. as if I was just sitting there talking to you...
Should it really be like this? It's not like the world is dying to know my next move.. where I am, where I'm going...

I'm at a crossroads in my life...
Work as a bartender and just amass beer money and phone numbers... or really do something with my life in computers or proabbly the navy..(Last resort)..
::shrug:: I'm pretty shellshocked about getting klcked out of my house, but I really like the freedom that this has given me.. I don't think I've slept better in a long time.
At least 3 months worth...Ahhh..
My work has really suffered since I can't get online whenever I want, but I'm sure everything in the world is rolling along as usual.

I've been having some awesome dreams tho.. allot of tornado dreams as usual.. I love those kinds...
I'm proabbly going to post up a story I had worked up about a dream of a tornado chasing me... (as most of them do)
But damn, I love the depth to my dreams.. better than movies, better than life itself sometimes..

I guess it's sad to say I love to escape into my own dreams sometimes, but hell, my dreams seem to be better than the damn movies I see... not to mention the first person perspective I get..

Tornado's... I love them.. they are the heavens finger to the earth...what else could be more beatiful and scary at the same time? I'd love to live in tornado ally.. (With a house built into the ground)...

You know what?!? That's it.. I'm making a dream diary on here... since you proabbly are doubting me at this point..

check it out, you doubtful bastards!! I dare yah! lol

and I'm just getting started..
On the 5th, I get back online.. full time baby... you'll be begging for more when I walk back in the door.. =)

Actions speak louder than words..

I am currently Alienated
I am listening to Norah jones...::sigh::

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What a long, strange trip it's been...
04/14/2003 08:23 p.m.
Well I've arrived home safely and gotten all the reunions over with, well.. all the people I'd like to see that is.
Now comes the hard work part... I've got about a year and a half of work saved on my computer and I'll be spending the next week or so putting it up here and editing it. You'll see all the new work going into the folder, The new work, so it's a little self explaning.
I've been through a rough time these last couple of days, starting with the fact that my left hand is pretty useless after getting it accidently slammed in a car door. So my typing has suffered a little bit, but none the less I can still function.. thank god... I should have gone and got stiches, but my funds right now are about as low as a midget on his knees begging please.. so hey.. if you want to send me some money, be my guest.. just kidding, be my sugar mama/daddy..

I am currently Better
I am listening to The whir of my computer

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Communication breakdown
03/14/2003 04:15 a.m.
It seams the more I talk about my feelings with others the more chance I open myself to get hurt... I've spent most of my life telling people about how I feel and what I'd like to see happen only to watch some of those people go out of thier way to sabatoge these things... I've known alot of people through the years and it seems like there isn't much point in putting forth all the effort anymore... Just take care of my own and my own peeps, but not really get deep down in it.. Besides.. if the people you love can't have a heart to heart, how the hell is someone who is a passer-by going to understand?
I've been winding down up here in the mountains... The rain has been falling for a week now, and the snows melting down to the valley... looks like I'll be heading back to the beach here in the next month or so... Crossing my fingers that is...

I am currently Better
I am listening to the chatter of the endless tourist

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Tragedy and concern...
03/03/2003 04:44 a.m.
Well I've been living up in the mountains for the last 3 months, and as every here agress.. Life on the mountain is hard... it's always a struggle for something.. be it money, a pack of smokes or just a warm place to take a nap.. but as the saying goes.. what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger.. so alot of Crown royal and various intoxicants have basically dulled me into this groove of work and play and waking up the next day.
My writing has suffered tremendously since I dont really have the inspiration or private space to just delve into my own space and create... I have been working on some new work, but really havent spent all the time I should just to sit down and put it in the computer...I've acually taken back to writing on paper.. which I never though would happen... but it seems whenever I go into my room to write a party always errupts at my house and I get distracted away from it, So I've found a book to be alot more portable and easily accessible for me to jot down my ideas...
I've met alot of new friends up here, some that I know I will proabbly talk to for the rest of my life. I've also met the shadiest underside of the mountain world can offer.. So many drug addicts up here, we call this place Blowshoe... You can look around and see the black circles and the ever present sniffle that screams cokehead. which leaves me to ask... Do you know the street value of this mountain? Sheesh.
I've got what they call Mountain Madness.. I just cant wait to get back to a place where people dont just sit around and get pissed everynight...
I wish I new how to convey the deepest feelings that dwell inside, but right now I have a thousand people walking behind me and reading over my shoulder.. so I might as well bid you all a good eve.. and catch you on the flip side..like it matters...
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to People bitch and moan

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New terrain
12/15/2002 01:20 p.m.
Well All, I've up and Moved up to Snowshoe West virginia...
So Hopefully, I'll come up with some new inspiration while Im up here for the next 4 months... Hey, if your in the area, Drop me a line at the Red Oak Lounge at Silvercreek..

Aaron
I am currently Amazed
I am listening to people shuffle in line to use the computer

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A small step foreward while regaining from a fall back....
12/18/2001 08:32 p.m.
Well I've gotten inspired by a few of the new events in the world and written a few new works...
I don't mean to scare anyone with the new inclusion of a few death poems, but I am a big fan of the series "Six feet under" and it kind of inspired me to deal with death in some of my work.. I always like the romance we all have with death.. the mystery, if you will..
I've also written a few inspirational works, which is pretty rare for me.. so let me know what you think...Thanks!

Aaron
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to My roomate play guitar

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Mental note to self...Dreams are dreams
12/06/2001 11:46 a.m.
Mental note to self... Don't waste too much of your precious readers time with your rambling... oh.. too late.

My dreams.... I've always wanted to be a writer.. be it in music, or just in the published arts.. but I really think I lack the talent to latch onto the mainstream... My work seems like the tainted glass of water no one wants to sip from...Thats me... Tainted...
Tainted by this life.. Tainted by a life that hasen't been kind... Tainted by love.

I've spent years working on poems.. and to be honest, these last few years have been hard on me to keep writing.
I came to the conclusion after editing my library only to lose it all about a year ago in the crash, that really my dream really isn't going to come true...
and that I can only live my fantasy out on some poetry website with a thousand faces and a million voices.. I'm just a tear in the bucket...and I thought I was special. Ahhh, how dreams die hard..

You know thats the funny thing about life.. You grow up thinking about what they teach you, telling you you can be anything you want...I wish that really was true.. since it seems like such a waste to try so hard to be something that you really can't be...maybe I'll prove myself wrong.. I've tried this long.

You know.. this is what amuses me about this... I could use this place to inform you about the trivial facts of my life and stuggles..(Single and living off of oodles of noodles) and play the woe is me part of the starving artist.. but yah know what? Screw it..I'm not gonna waste my time or yours...

Just call this a moment of clarity.. which are few and far between with me these days...

Writing.. ah, My one love.. the one love I never get to do anymore.. except when I've worked a 12 hour shift and get to come home to a cold computer and a colder house..pretty hard to be inspired anymore...espically not wanting all my work to come out bitter anymore.. even tho, deep inside, I can feel it growing.. this unrest, this bitter taste creeping up in the back of my mouth.. this scream boiling up in the back of my throat burning in my lungs.. but why drown out your happiness with my smog of depravation? Why cheese your buzz when all you want in some mamby pamby poem about love and rose petals... fuck that. I hate puppy love, I hate it all... at least at this point.

I've been creating for years now, but haven't found the right outlet for my work, well other than here... (which is being why I came back here after a year of it being sucked into the black hole)... be it in music or in just simple publishing.. So it's all just seeming more and more pointless to spend hours and hours working on poems that, other than a handfull of, people will never see my work...Really, is there even a viable market for poetry? I mean I don't write for the mass, but is there really some intrest that I havent seen in the poetry world? I've seen a million people writing, but 5 people reading..
It seems like such a waste to spend my life working on this massive undertaking to know that after I day, someone, somewhere might take an intrest into my politics or the way I rhyme... maybe even one of my inspirational ones...

Rambling.. ahh.. How well I do it with the voice in my head.. but get me to do it in person and I can't speak a word...


I am currently Bleh
I am listening to The voices in my head telling me to shut up and suck up...

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