tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36948992011-07-08T02:31:29.308-03:00killing time with a sawed off syringeAmbition makes you look pretty ugly/ kicking and squealing gucci little piggy/ that's it sir/ you're leaving/ the crackle of pigskin/ the dust and the screaming/ the yuppies networking/ the panic, the vomit/ the panic, the vomit/ god loves his children/ god loves his children, yeah!Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-56194994108176699552010-06-18T16:47:00.000-03:002010-06-18T16:49:37.537-03:00so i searched the internets for haunted new orleans, found st.louis cemetary no.1 and marie laveau(reputedly the most haunted place), went there with travis, jumped the gate at 11:30p.m., had a black cat cross our path(which is actually good luck) at midnight and then hang out and follow us... then i asked it to lead us to marie laveau and it started leading us in this weird running ahead Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-5003930605731337652010-05-17T03:40:00.000-03:002010-05-17T03:40:03.791-03:00SaurJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-84077436973324857642009-11-30T23:36:00.000-03:002009-11-30T23:36:55.258-03:00if i only had a blog...oh wait, i have like three or four... hard to remember them alli wonder if there's a blog collating toolJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-75954524630130881212009-11-23T23:37:00.000-03:002009-11-30T23:38:10.477-03:00content... contains... nothingJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-88468307455341459542009-11-09T09:34:00.000-03:002009-11-30T23:35:42.393-03:00ahhhh... 31 years old todaydamnJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-72251702213132254292009-11-04T23:32:00.000-03:002009-11-30T23:34:42.989-03:00Well luckily I already had a blogspot blog from 2002... so extra credit is easy in this casejust ummm... don't read all of it :)Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-842840222002-11-09T15:28:00.000-03:002002-11-09T15:28:55.206-03:00New York City, New York State, New York Country.... okay so so it's america... fucking sue me It's been a long time since i've posted... so i'll update really quick.... made it to santa barbara, travis and brett got arrested the first night i we got there... who knew it was suspicious behavior necessitating a search and warrant check to just stand next to your own car? oh well... they got out Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-824250082002-10-02T14:37:00.000-03:002002-10-02T14:37:19.276-03:00some town, oregon meow... hmmmm.... had a wierd night last night.... met some quite weird peoples.... but oh well... there was james, 32 yrs old, lives with his mother and grandmother... we helped him sell his food stamps... he brought us to george's... george is like 50 or so and is normal except for his wife who is obviously retarded and subserviant... and her face is all scarred... that's Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-821518402002-09-26T13:45:00.000-03:002002-09-26T13:45:58.223-03:00seattle, washington nothing really new today.... i almost got in a fight with this brittish girl named alley cat and lost soul.... i still can't figure out why but we were both posturing all karate like and shizznit.... but i don't think either one of us was really angry... also met a girl named kitty cat.... i bet there's lots of girls named cat on the streets... i should still get a good streetJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-818335492002-09-19T15:54:00.000-03:002002-09-19T15:54:14.860-03:00okay so i figured out how to link to my e-mail address.. yay... like anyone reads this shit anyways.... well... another day has been fruitfully spent in Missoula, Montana... Travis and I scored some marijuana in the park today by some guy who is obviously working for the CIA... i mean why else would he wear big 80's sunglasses and a fishing hat and sell cheap drugs... oh well.. i don't really Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-818330442002-09-19T15:42:00.000-03:002002-09-19T15:42:27.453-03:00mailJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-815623212002-09-13T15:01:00.000-03:002002-09-13T15:01:42.260-03:00yay! i'm in wyoming... should be at the montana rainbow by days end... keep praying for my wayward soul.... oh yeah... i hung out in this park with two drunk lakotas who had both been in federal prison and both killed people... the one dude, wolfguts, even had tears tattooed on his cheek... the other sang me kind of out of tune lakota songs.... they say this land is their land... and i believe Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-812427692002-09-06T14:02:00.000-03:002002-09-06T14:02:14.410-03:00i'm so hungry i feel ill.... i didn't realize that the church only served lunch mon-thur... oh well... questing for food... we're leaving here today... oh yeah... i almost got to beat up neo-nazis last night.... normally i wouldn't have joined up but these kids i knew from the rainbow were getting threated and the idea of a hippy vs. neo-nazi brawl was just way too appealing... it never happened Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-811902762002-09-05T12:02:00.000-03:002002-09-05T12:02:40.473-03:00i'm in madison wisconsin right now... great town... got drunk and wandered the streets last night and i'm blazing a trail today... but it's a great place... lot's of neato skreet kids and a 13 to 1 female to male ratio.... the company is always looking out for me... i even get christians to pray for me which as long as it's a prayer of blessing of some sort i'll take it... we ripped all the Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-809025422002-08-30T01:12:00.000-03:002002-08-30T01:12:06.730-03:00bit, my lip and, my heart bled. looked, in me and, came to be. come, i love you, i hate you.Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-808601962002-08-29T03:35:00.000-03:002002-08-29T03:35:44.336-03:00yes... i am a big fan of chaos.... i think i like alcohol because it makes things so intense.... life can get so routine... boring... after things get more and more repititous.. more mundane aspects of life become more important to you... you become your job, your clothes, your car, you start to forget who you really are Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-803730842002-08-17T21:30:00.000-03:002002-08-17T21:30:05.950-03:00well i think i've caught up with all my old poetry... or what i'm putting on here anyways... so fuck... yeah.... i'm going to a party tonight... i don't know why i go to these things... it's not like i ever meet new people, network or what have you... i just smoke the pot and drink the beer and sit in the sidelines nauseously aware of all the goings ons and wishing i could just stop thinking Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-803728582002-08-17T21:20:00.000-03:002002-08-17T21:20:21.406-03:00You echo like a pearl in pale moon-lit water Rippled in my mind like a tongue full of blotter And if I can you wouldn't float on my heart's coast In the corner of my eye like a retired ghostJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-803726702002-08-17T21:11:00.000-03:002002-08-17T21:11:32.020-03:00love is an echo; i hear you calling, again and again. you were my last hope; and now i'm falling, again and again.Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-803726442002-08-17T21:10:00.000-03:002002-08-17T21:10:31.693-03:00i love you when the rain tastes like you i love you when you walk down the street pretending i don't know you and you're somebody else i love it when you're in my thought and your body haunts my dreamsJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-803726122002-08-17T21:08:00.000-03:002002-08-17T21:08:56.503-03:00rainbow poetry^Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-803725652002-08-17T21:07:00.000-03:002002-08-17T21:07:27.470-03:00shadows echo into beatings of lonliness hearts cry scream tear without within hormones rage kill kill kill stab rip the cortex into it only only every every dead dreams harbor lonly thought of self- destruction rape the hope of innocence take the little homes and heads and sleep and creep onto of you will no mercy be spend throughout the night will you die reaching for what you already have?Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-803724062002-08-17T21:01:00.000-03:002002-08-17T21:01:06.916-03:00looking back it all seems like a dream cutting the clock like erlinmeyer cream we payed the rent on our last four lifetimes we payed the rent on our childhood crimes like the eternal indian summer, simmering in your eyes everytime i look at you another piece of me dies the old me that is black, and grey the old me that isn't youJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-802154892002-08-14T00:44:00.000-03:002002-08-14T00:44:16.056-03:00those are all old poems by the way... i'll get to new ones laterJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-802153952002-08-14T00:41:00.000-03:002002-08-14T00:41:41.290-03:00haiku! yay! fleshy heart learn who you are stumble startJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-802153552002-08-14T00:40:00.000-03:002002-08-14T00:40:54.913-03:00"gayle" wine washed lips pretending poison and pouting praise breathing kisses always blowing them my way she stumbles, never trips walking on dancing legs dancing with her hips, always dancing them my way gale force winds have blown me over lifted me up and away gale force winds have blown me away lifted me up and over and i'll always owe her and i'll always love her opales in her eyes thumbedJaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-802145312002-08-14T00:20:00.000-03:002002-08-14T00:20:17.326-03:00sitting here sitting high murky clear getting by looking down looking far bloated child we all are i worship my box it dances and sings you have no food i have gold rings i worship my god on my day off and i love my kids on my day off and i worship my box it dances and sings and i worship my box i'm your infant king Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-802142722002-08-14T00:13:00.000-03:002002-08-14T00:13:59.650-03:00"sorrow tomorrow" borrow a burough through and and thorough she was all she was she was kind and afraid cruel is the color of her curse love is always followed by a hearse "laugh", she cried in vain cruel is the color, of her hollow pain dressed in red to kill the night she kills with vodka, drowns in light she holds her children, ready or not close enough to smell her rot Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-802140612002-08-14T00:08:00.000-03:002002-08-14T00:08:53.093-03:00glancing in a mirror always making sense yes, you're getting nearer love is heaven's wrench everyday looking in a looking glass almost lost myself keep you close at last enduring dusty shelf Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694899.post-800560142002-08-10T01:44:00.000-03:002002-08-10T01:44:47.676-03:00Well i'm making a "blog" yay! why? probably because my life is more interesting than yours... okay... well it's probably not... but i'm making one anyways... hmmm... i guess this post is more like a test than a real post...... you'll love me soon enough when i start putting some sort of content on here.... Jaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612980215178960697noreply@blogger.com