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elvisharcher17
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Name: Aaron
Birthday: 3/1/1975
Gender: Male
Interests: videogames, Starcraft,
fantasy,poking, paintoian,
w/e,screwyou,
dangimbored,TV,
pointless writing,insomnia
Expertise: doom,death, and
pinkflowers, purple
heartshaped unicorns
and other random crap !!YAY!!
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  elvisharcher17
Member Since:
3/4/2005
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| Wow. So, I havn't been on this thing in a while. It's interesting, looking back at things previously made. After doing just that, I came to one conclusion. Holy shit I was emo... Nostolgia. Fun, aint it? | | |
| Ok, I hate to write this twice cus i closed it and couldn't get it back.
Why do I even bother? No, really? why do i come on this website and post my mind's heart so anyone can see. maybe it is because of why i try, or at least want to talk about serious things to people at school. whenever i try something, it never works. even like re-writing this damn post. I probably come on to make some kind of point. like the one i made with the profound statement.
Come out and feel the rain with me. Isn't it fantastic? Merry Fucking Christmas. I want you to wake up and realize that there is more to this world. more to the people that you know. Facade. Remember the word? Mr. K. said he wore one when he teaches cus he hates getting up and talking in front of people. I wear a rather convincing one. Take my test below, you'll find out how much. it's like that Goosebumps thing, the Haunted Mask. It stick to my face, and even i think that it is real, then when i come to this site and realize what i have to say, then it become unglued. I have a friend that on his Myspace, said that everyone who is his true friend, must do something to prove it, or be writen off his list forever. i didn't know the kid that well, so i didn't bother. I won't go that far (at least not soon) but i get the feeling that most of you, just about everyone not reading this, and half of the people that are, will act like i did. act like my title from my last post. "Who is Aaron? No, Really, Do you know an Aaron? Does anybody know who the fuck is Aaron?" and when you turn to ask me I'll reply. "How the fuck should i know?" and you'll all go along your merry way. Come out and feel the rain with me. Isn't it fantastic?
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| like, clinically. well, i dont really know, can anyone give me a list of symptoms? or maybe i'm bipolar caus i have major ups and downs. OR MAYBE I'M BOTH! cus my mood swings are slow or something...damn, i had more things to say in this post but i forgot. thanks alot brain!
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| No, I will not. I refuse. Why? somethings you may her from me recently. I have been feeling defiant recently. i don't know why. Mybe it is because i grew up mormon. i was sheltered and inculcated. when i first came to FWPA i was still that lil' mormon boy. a year later, i was warming up. a year later i was swearing like it didn't matter. this year i have woken up. i tore down my shelter so i could feel the rain. and you guys helped. i dont want anyone to control my life but me. i like my hair long. but thats not it all. my bishop in my church wants me to cut my hair. to be a good little boy. i will not. i don't want to go to church anymore. i have a faith. i have some morals. that is all i need. i dont need someone to tell me how to live every day of my life. i don't like mr linn because he tries to tell us what we are. i am not.
come out and feel the rain with me. isnt it fantastic?
I have had thoughts lately. about when i die. i don't believe in riecarnation cus, i dont remember any past lives, so why am i remembering this one? when i die and i get up and talk to god or whatever and he says "You have been bad. go to hell" my reply will be simply "no" i dont like the phrase "God's purpose for mankind." it makes me feel like a puppet. i mean sure, mormons are supposed to believe in free will, but if that were true, why wasn't i raised without a religion and had the choice of what to believe. my parents dont want me to swear. thats why i do it so much. to be defiant. i believe that words are words. nothing more. i should go out to the nearest Black community, call everyone together and give a speech that goes something like this. "Nigger." the end. nothing should happen, i mean, why do they care? they weren't slaves or anything. mybe their ancestors, but not them individually. i have no respect for people. because i believe that respect must be earned, not demanded. one reason why i will never be in the military. Yay court marshal! whatever. i dont have respect for the dead. why? cus i didn't have respect for them in life. i dont think that you should respect them differently just cus they lost their life. unless they lost it valorously. i can't think of anything else right now. but note, i may come back for some more. i'm not angry now. i'm quite calm. everything stated here is fact. simply a matter of fact.
come out and feel the rain with me.
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