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Out of The Ground He is born, in dirt he crawls and crawls, In the dark. He Sees in the distance a speck of light. He Crawls towards the speck ..

Premise for a book Idea

Lonely Evening, With Jazz JMJ Sitting amongst the great thinkers on my coffee table ..

The Things that are.... The things that you think are, but are not..... The things you believe to be true, but may not be..... The decisi..

Copper, Iron, and Irony We're all just f****n' crabs in a barrell. Stopping each other from reaching our goals obstacles to true freedom. beca..

Consequence (To all the girls I've loved before) It would seem as though it is that time. That time when we get to look back at how crazy thing..

Veil in the Breeze jmj2008© There exists a veil of silence that covers the eyes of the weak, but lifted swiftly off the eyes of those who..

Violent Limbo jmj2008© Forced into a corner, this violent limbo it finds itself in. Dead space, and silence. Sealed in a vaccum, suspe..

One Hand On The Cross, and the Other on Your Throat jmj2008© Bring to us your cold and hunrgy, your tired, and beaten down, we'll patch..

Copper B***h JMJ2008© You can see her standing out there in the harbor. Ever vigalent, and watchful. Her eyes are made of copper, so she do..