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Name: Aaron
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Stillwater
Birthday: 1/10/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Guitar, computers, cooking, trials riding, hanging out with friends, especially at Stonewall's.
Expertise: Computer programming, trials riding
Occupation: Other
Industry: Computers (Hardware)
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/14/2005
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Please Mr. Nichols come back inside the window
I can’t promise you anything,
but I trust that there is far greater reason to live
I know you’ve become
disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairs
Your stocks
are falling, your investments have failed you
The man from whom you took
orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates
You question
what is this world coming to
What is the profit margin when you’re forced to
pander to the marginalized
Where’s the glory you dreamt of as a
child..
Dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets
Your
mother, holding her tongue as your father consoles her with the words..
“it’s
just boy stuff”
Well
You joined his fraternity, you grew into his old
suits
You acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and with them his
oversights.
How long did you think it would last?
It’s just a matter of
time.
The world is far from over.
Look...
Your mother outlives your
father,
Your sister outlives your brother.
And if you jump from this
window today..
She’ll also outlive you.
Look at her, sitting in her
midwestern home, tuned into Oprah once again
Today, she learns to meditate on
a second-hand couch.
Meanwhile, you stand outside this window
Twelve
stories above the ground
One story remaining untold...
You contemplate
the setting sun,
Unaware of your disorientation.
Dis-orient: turned away
from the east.
The shifting current seems to conspire against you.
Mr.
Nichols, you fail to see that you’ve always stood outside of this window,
perched on the threshold of oblivion.
Countless man made stories above the
truth
For so long you’ve stood facing the setting sun
Mistaking the
complimentary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong
Good or
evil
God or devil
Mr. Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the
downfall of your up rise
Why not just turn around
Lessen the intensity of
your western glare and face the rising sun
Note the energy swirling from its
center
How it illumines us all and only the birds fly first
class...
There is your inheritance!
The warmth of a kiss
Invest
your tongue into the mouth of mystery
Allow her breath to seep into your
lungs and surrender to her touch and guidance
There’s no other way
Your
dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself
While your family
continues its search for understanding
And your daughters outlive your sons... | | |
| All my life I've been slow and senseless...not struck-dumb...I'm just dumb that's all.
Ohh, can't anybody see......we've got a war to fight
Never found our way.....Regardless of what they say
How can it feel...this wrong
From this moment...How can it feel, this wrong
Storm...in the morning light
I feel, No more can I say...Frozen to myself
I got nobody on my side. And surely that ain't right.
Ohh, can't anybody see....We've got a war to fight
Never found our way...Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment...How can it feel, this wrong?
Ohh, can't anybody see...we've got a war to fight
Never found our way...regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment...how can it feel, this wrong
I'm not worth a dime...I'll drag you down...Don't waste your time!!
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| Ok so I haven't updated in about 3 months and a lot has happened since then. My old roommate (who you would consider to be my current roommate since I don't update my fucking xanga) got a great job in Austin, TX as a forensic accident reconstructionist. Basically he travels to different places, gets measurements, and applies his engineering skills to reconstruct the accident. Cool job....I'm happy for him....except for the fact that we were only 5 months into the lease agreement. So I sweet talk (yeah that's right I can sweet talk if I want to) the land lord into shortening our lease to a 6 month contract.
So fast forward a month. Adam and I have moved out. You know when you move out you really realize how much shit you really don't need. I believe it was Jack Kerouack who said "If you own a rug you own too much". Now I not neccessairly like kerouack and driving across country isn't my idea of a good time but the guys got a point. If you've got nothing....you've got nothing to lose.
So, I have no place to go. Luckily a guy I know from work has a place and needs a roommate. I check out the place and it's a pretty sweet deal. Basically he's renting a condo for 800/mo which is bad ass since it's fully furnished and includes all utilities inculding cable and internet (which is allowing me to update my xanga.).
So here I am. Still stuck in the same dead end job looking for a better future.
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| We don't want your forgiveness. We won't make excuses. We're not gonna blame you, even if you are an accessory... But we will not except your natural order. We didn't come for absolution, We didn't ask to be redeemed. But isn't that the way it is? Every goddamn time...Your prayers are always answered, in the order they're received... | | |
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