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"Reality Dreaming"
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You are welcome 
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I want to see you as time progresses, I want to be a part of your words, and have them influence me. I want you to influence me. I can see your darkness, and your description. I like it, and want to be influenced by it.
I'm not the most descriptive of people when I write, which I need to improve on.
I can describe a mind, a person, feelings and emotions, dreams, but not what I see and not many of the images in my head.
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No worries!!!
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I like random. I like deviant. I like hellos.
You can have an aye and a how are you in return.
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hey dude. am out of credit, but would love to come along on Friday if you'll still have me. *grins*
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Yeah sweet. I'll call you most probably at some point soon. Haven't been home in three days, so not coherent or capable of understanding anything beyond "Holy Shit is a good term", thanks to lack of sleep
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Those links you wanted for No, Seriously:
Prologue: [link]
Chapter One: [link]
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And read some of my other writings, and leave your input. Any of them, I don't care lol. Newer, older. Keep in mind I aim for passion, honesty and feel more so than anything technical.
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Sure sure. I'll give you a critique to the best of my 13yrs knowledge. I have already left a note on my whiteboard to do so as its 02:30am AEST and I'm getting sleepy.
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It's funny to me, as "No, Seriously" is something I say a lot. No, seriously, I really do 
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I use the phrase "no, seriously" a lot myself. Thats how the books got the name. It's a trilogy. anyways hope you like it, your feedback/comments on it would be MUCH appreciated.
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I left one rather large comment. I've never been good at nitpicking or looking through work with a careful eye. So I just give broad feedback/comments. I try not to come across as rude or arrogant, and I apologise if I do in advance.
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Yeah i see it i'll read it in a sec and it's REALLY hard to offend me ^-^
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*Laughs* And it's really easy for me to offend people
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hey dude. poetry readings at mars are every last friday of a month.
sorry i've been out of touch lately - was busy, and now i'm down with a hardcore flu. having trouble speaking or swallowing sucks. I also managed to bust my achilles tendon the same day i caught the flu (not completely, it should be fine in a couple of weeks) so i'm limping everywhere. I think it's just my body telling me to take a fucking break, and spend some time alone.
there's also wordinhand at the friend in hand in Glebe, first tuesday of every month.
hopefully we can make it to at least one of these two.
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Well, we've got enough time. I've gone and got the flu as well, so bah to it all. The last friday of this month I can't make, as it's my birthday. Also decided I'm going to read "I Swear I Never", as I know I can perform that with my entire self. I know that's the one that can make an impact.
Hope you get better soon.
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well shit. congrats on being sick as well.
Do you want me to make you something particular for your birthday? (i will anyway, but any requests?)
I do hope i get well soon, i'm going positively mental with not being able to move much and feeling so weak and not tasting the tea i drink. I'm going to go for walks anyway, and fuck the consequences, and fuck the limp. I can't stay indoors, my sanity won't hold.
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Yeah, physically I'm sound. Cuz of my sinuses I can't think, or put words together. I want to improve on the butterfly ideas, but can't. Everything has a weird, sick taste I hate. I'm constantly up and down finding shit to do. Cleaned almost the entire house lol.
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*laughs* hey, it's still something. Right about the only thing keeping me sane right now is being able to read. Doctor says i should be fine in a couple of days if i sleep. so i have been. i went to bed at 8 30 last night, and didn't get up til 3.
The downside is that i get nightmares when i'm sick, and only when i'm sick.*growls* and since i'm not sick all that often, i'm very unused to it.
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Yeah, you never actually get used to nightmares. When you do, they often change their form. Do you get nightmares that are actually nightmares, or is it the feelings the dream causes that is the nightmare? Also, what do you think of my butterfly writings??? I'm kind of scared as writing this way is very new to me.
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bit of both. I'm not sick enough to get the sensory/pleasure-subverting nightmares i got last time i had a bad fever a couple of years ago, but there were deeply unsettling sensory elements to the ones i had last night - just completly unfamiliar feelings of people and things passing through me in different directions, and being able to se eit all very clearly. It was more alien than threatening, but still frightened me like all hell, not least because of its sheer intensity.
When i'm well, my bad dreams are usually only mildly frightening, no matter how bad the content.
I'll comment properly on the butterfly writings soon, my brain's a bit too melted for that right now. They are certainly very different from what I'm used to seeing from you. I like them, but haven't yet put my finger on why, and they're still very clearly Aaron.
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Nightmares and dreams interest me so much. Possibly as I lived so long in a dream/nightmare state while on medication.
Two years ago I was very sick with a temperature and woke up in tears. I become rather emotional the sicker I become. And I dislike the fact that when there's someone there, instead of taking care of me they still ask too much of me. They give me the courtesy of asking me less, not actually stopping. But yes, that's neither here nor there anymore, and it is the past.
The writings are me, I can only write as I write. However, my self has changed in many ways of late. I have been struggling with that side, the change. It's been tough, real tough for me. To go from one life to a different life is a struggle. Even though life is working out, keeping life in that way, when you've rarely experienced that, isn't easy to do.
Whether or not you put your finger on them isn't a concern of mine. Just so long as you like them
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I remember when i last got badly sick two years ago, I got very emotionally fragile because of the nightmares, and the fear and desire to hold onto something didn't leave during the day. I don't think it'll get that bad this time, I'm neither ill enough not unhinged enough now. It's frustrating not being able to relay or explain them, though, or even say what part of it upset you so much.*grumbles*
And I insist on putting my finger on it once my brain unscrambles.
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I can tell you this: I'm still bad mouthing humans and society, I'm still asking where I fit in, there's still my search for where I belong, there's still my discovery of the world and myself, there's the many meanings to the writing, the obvious, the hidden, the personal, there's still a sense of want mixed with a little confusion, there's lines (lies *giggles*) to distract you from the meaning, you can tell there's obviously no editing, uuummm...I can say how it's still me in more ways, but yes
And yeah, I understand what it's like to be that way. I'll start crying and shit, and usually it's my love for Kitty that will upset me. I won't want kitty to leave. Oh god, this was funny. Going out with Missy when I was sick, and I was leaving for Sydney soon, I was more upset about leaving Kitty than Missy. I couldn't care less about Missy, I cried for a day about leaving Kitty, I couldn't bear to leave him behind with Missy. I didn't trust her. But yes, that's funny.
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ghh, yeah...my cat knows when i'm sick. he came to sleep next to me yesterday (i'm too small, he doesn't fit comfortably in my lap - he only likes potbellied men) and again today, and basically hangs out next to me being a bag of purs - which he doesn't normally do...
fucking hell, the worst thing is, my appetite is still there, but i can't taste food and it hurts to swallow.
*growls*
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Kitty Pompa is hanging out sneezing, which is so cute. And he sleeps where ever I've sat down last. Which sucks when I have to pick him up and move him...
How are you after the weekend? My head's still congested, but not entirely bad.
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dind't go to work - was having massive coughing spasms until 2 30 am last night, so figured i'm still contagious. feeling a bit stronger and hungrier.
oh god, Grey does taht in the evening, he practically kicks dad out of his chair so he can sleep in the spot my rather large father has warmed up.
I think i might need a bit more sleep.
talk later, yo.
(why did i just say that?)
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Because it's funny and it's better than saying "talk to you later, you stinking piece of fucking shit, go stick a knife into your shoulder and move your arm." As ridiculous as that it, yo is still better.
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i just saw that hahah. i was your 666th profile view. so i took a screen shot. -.- i have no life.
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So you're the evil one
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hey. : )
i was just wondering if you would be able to leave a comment on any of my writings sometime?
no one really says anything about them. so i'd like to hear what you have to say.
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I will when I have the net more available. Been between Melbourne/Sydney/Brisbane for the little bit. It's hard to do much beyond move around. Also means, which is a good thing, less time for material shit beyond guitar.
When I get the chance, I'll look through them and leave comments. Have a good one. Btw You going to see Korn?
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It's cool. When ever. It's not important. : )
But thank you.
And yes, i am going to Korn. are you?
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Hopefully. Money is something that flies away from me. I'll end up with a ticket though. We should meet up there to say hi at some point.
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Heh. Same here. I wasn't going to go originally, but then i heard Chimaira was coming out with them, so i couldn't miss that. Spent my last $100.
But that'd be awesome. Let me know when you get a ticket. : )
I'm pretty hard to miss, so i'm sure you'll spot me at some point in the night.
I'm usually always in or around where the pits are.
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They are? Cool. Tristan likes them. He'll go to see them. Which means I'll go. Together, we're easy to notice. Last time at Korn, we did a survey to see who there had syphilis. Many people there had syphilis, except one person. So therefore Korn fans are also Syphilis suffers. We were also making everyone crack up constantly from our rants and mischief. We were in boiler room suits and stockings. Underage people wanted us which was wrong.
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Your writing is really, really good. Hopefully one day I'll be able to write as well as you do.
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Well, it's a double edged sword. My writing, it really does make a person feel alone. It really does make a person somewhat internal. And, essentially, it becomes impossible to be happy. It takes alot. If you wish for it, I hope you get there. Honestly, just write honestly. Take in as much writing as you can. Music lyrics, books, magazines, human speech, combine all the different inputs you have of lingustics, add honesty, pour your heart and emotion out, that's it.
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Hm.. I`ve read your diary. For sure, you think as a writer
I appreciate writing as much as photography, yet writing use words to describe feelings, words that are often poor to say anything. Perhaps that`s why some quotation exists. It says : βthe real poetry begins when it ends on paperβ.
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I can't portray my life, or how I live it on a computer screen. You don't know me, you've never seen how I live my life. I write sure, I won't be peaceful. I don't want peace. I want a struggle, I want and need something to work through. I am human. Peace doesn't make me feel alive.
As I was saying though, there's alot more different facets to my life in which I let out different parts of myself.
If you think I sit there, do nothing but think about how shit the world is, you'd be way off. What I get enjoyment from isn't written. Music is peace for me. Music is my peace. I'm not too strong on constant peace, as is obvious, so I write as well to release a different part of me.
Life is a cycle of creation and destruction. Writing is a way of destroying the thoughts I have inside as to make sense of them. Music is there to create a smile for me. Simple.
For you to assume that I am just a writer is an insult. No one is just one thing, they are many things put together. I'm a writer, a musician, a boyfriend, a carer for my grandparents, a friend, a bandmate, a teacher in many ways, a student to others and even a comedian.
I don't choose to write about certain things as they do not concern anyone else. They are mine.
My writings, even the ones that seem about me due to the first person nature, mostly aren't. They're from and about someone I've spoken to, something I've seen or that's affected me.
I think about alot more than I write about. I write serious as I don't find it appropriate, to let's say, write about how much I wish to run around naked and yell "I am the great Slayer fan" or how I think leather jock straps for men are funny to me.
I need destruction, otherwise I have nothing to create from. Otherwise I do nothing. And I do alot more than I speak. Possibly why I took however long I did to reply back.
Bye!!!
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Well, you mentioned to me about being psychotic, but insanity can only be measured by one who wallows in it. You are right about one thing though, poetry doesn't necessarily have to make sense. It's like a collage, a mixture of pictures depicting feelings, emotions, thoughts, ideas; and crams them all in one picture. I think you apply the same idea into words.
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