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or at least until the cable bill is payed.
-sigh-.
take one step forward......

 is that i am distracted beyond my normal limits of caring or comprehension or even moral relevance.
it's not easy being cheesy.
i came, i saw, i got distracted.
this is the story of aaronmcnees, blogger and poet.
once apon a time... i spelled and miss spelled incredible words leading up to events out here in the hinter lands,
i actually bared my soul much like the godawaful emo poets of yesterday, today and tomorrow---
it's in color, but you can't see it without special glasses...filters, for the great unwashed's explanation...
i have come to understand them better than the stars.
which is better, anyway...it is the unknown that unites us, not our commonality.....mystery is what keeps us honest.
the truth is much like sunlight.
they used to say it was good for you.
now it gives you cancer.
blame the ozone, and the air conditioners and the thieves in high places...
or become distracted and insulted against the underlying theme of pointlessness..
hah, bitches--- i figured something out----
it doesn't get any better than this.
wow, isn't that cheerful?
shit, i better unload that secret gun for a while.
moar laterz mi promise. mebbe.

the center does not hold.
it's an imperfect world,
screws fall out sometimes;
and airplanes end up crashing.
we ask why, god?
why little jimmy?
why not me?
the answer is simple:
the center does not hold,
screws fall out,
the world is an imperfect place.
better luck next time, i always say.

 Well, I finally made it back here after my long absence abroad.. I never did find the lost vally of Shangri- Fuckin'-La. But I did get plenty of material for what I do best: lots of angry sad bitter self hatred with a love of beauty that makes a man want to weep for the world around him. Touching, almost....like that creepy old man in the park spitting up pieces of his broken love. allas, aqualung, we hardly knew thee...but I digress.
I do that a lot, the whole digressing thing, even unbeknownst to myself sometimes...i found a piece of paper in my wallet a while back folded up with what appeared to by my handwriting. when i say hand writing, of course i mean the capital letter print i scrawl with wreckfull abandon, not the flowery careful cursive i only use for love letters. no, this was written on a bank statement and from what i can gather was written by me perhaps while under the influence of alcohol at a bar somewhere, tho it has a troubling coherency and neatness of penmanship that gives me pause as to when i read what it has to say, especially, seeing as i have no recollection  of writing it whatsoever...and seeing as how i've been gone a terrible long time i thought i'd post it. here goes:

"....Cognitive -vs- Limbic... Either i let my cognitive system gain some traction, or i (just) let my limbic system run outlaw. And, by golly, running outlaw always sounded so romantic...Maybe it really is suicide or California...or just maybe a glimpse into the slow liquid cliches that lie beyond.."

Seeing as how i am neither dead nor in cali, I can safely assume it must have been the beer talking.
 but i can't really say for sure.
Anyway, that's all for now. I promise to have the contest thing up and hyped here in the next week or so. till then, keep reaching for the stars.
~a.

bonus!question: Have you ever found a letter or note from yourself that you didn't remember writing?

60 72+ hours a week.
rocking it, bitches.
rocking it hard.
muwah.