Aerosol's blog

We can only hope so. It’s seemed very evident to me that most people claiming to belong to some musical social sect are nothing more than bad photocopies. Where is our once highly touted individualism? I hear that Hot Topic will sell it to you for less than a 100$. Now let's see if we can't make our formal declaration against this. So curtains up, let's get this dog and pony show on the road.

Time to step up to the plate.

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Anti-Faux-Punk Manifesto

Too stupid to come up with something clever?

I'm in the midst of taking my three other blogs and rewriting them for homeless nation.

Until then, here's a few photos.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/aerosol_constellations/217506782/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/aerosol_constellations/217506786/

And for those who like country music. Here's a nice link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QprbxdErga4

Sincerely, Aerosol

Where does one start a story? I have always found such an endevour to be a problem. I spend so much time thinking about the ending of things, I always seem to miss the moments that could be the start of something. It's the same with writing, usually to the point where I sit a a desk for a couple of hours before deciding to shitcan the whole thing.

When it actually does turn over, like some engine that hasn't seen a road since 1984, I usually grasp at tangents and run until there are a myriad of story driven ribbons trailing behind me. After that it's just a matter of cutting the ribbons. To pick and choose, those which I'll include, and those I'll say were bad ideas. Much like everything else I do.

I had a heated conversation with a friend last night, it ended with me asking him to simply walk away from me. I also stated that I wished to not have further contact with him. This was based around my views he was imparting on his child.

I might seem niave, but trying to impart your morals or life values on your children is, in actuallity, the stealing of the fundmental freedoms of childhood.

The ability to grow and foster yourself, hopefully with the full support of your parents.

And although they may not agree with all of the actions you'll take throughout your life, they should try to stand beside you.

Well, we're up and moving again. It's been a long and very fucking strange ride.

I thought that sentence should ride alone, because for me at least, it does the best job of describing exactly what's been going on. I can think of no other way to tell it to you. So that'll have to suffice.

And as always I'm going to be weird and obscure, mostly because I've never been all that good at being happy, or being able to explain just why I am. This is because like any good depressive I seem to only be good at trying to explain the reason I'm feeling like shit. We talk about what we know, and it usually isn't pretty. Thus being the analytical types that we are, we think about these problems a lot. And sadly if we're not in situations that we're not in control of (happens often during childhood, you know the drill - abuse, a single mom alcoholic, and the foster care deal.) such as what's in the perenthisis, then we spend all of our time thinking about it. So we bury ourselves while still children. Then sometimes it changes.

This is the 2nd student short I've completed, it only took about 4 hours, and I'm really proud of it. I'll re-upload it with audio later.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cc15q5UK_OM