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About Me

I'm Jordan.I'm from the south.I HATE RACISM.I like art, in every form. I'm trying to follow Christ, not others.I don't sugar coat the truth.Read the blogs and subscribe if you like them.Jennifer is my one and only, she means the world to me and I shall keep her forever... And you probably do know her from orchestra... so no need to ask.

My Interests

Music and Writing... When both become one, it is magic.

I'd like to meet:

Myself in 7 years... and Sam Beam.And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not only yeild himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will. -Joseph Glanvill

My band! Check us out...

Music:

Is my food.

Movies:

I own too many to list.

Television:

I don't watch T.V. It'll rot your brains out kids... (Though I have been digging some project runway! Kevin FTW!)

Books:

Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favorite authors ever... He rules, go read all his stuff kids.Frank Piretti also rules. As does Chuck Palahniuk. There's also some way groovy poetry out in the world by poets such as, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Matthew Arnold, the above mentioned Edgar Allen Poe, E. E. Cummings, Robert Frost, and Walt Whitman... Basically, go read some poetry, you need it. (and if you know some awesome poetry I should check out... message me or whatever... I love reading new stuff.)

My Blog

Dreams are people waiting to take shape.

Do you ever feel the pull of greatnessTowering over you, grabbing your hair by the rootsDragging you, kicking and screaming into nothing?I do.I know how I got here too.I feel it now, deep in my bonesC...
Posted by [ghost] on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:04:00 PST

The post-modern robotic masochist age.

The post-modern robotic masochist age.-J.S.It sounded like a quiet day in paradiseThe lawn-mowers whirlingThe incessant chattingOf women to women through ear piece robotsIt sounded like a lovely day i...
Posted by [ghost] on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 08:00:00 PST

Song of my mind right now.

It drips through the cracks in the floorAfter finding its way through my bonesAnd I never thought I'd see the dayI turned into the monster I've always hated"Sound the alarm. He's wrestling his demons ...
Posted by [ghost] on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 05:56:00 PST

Complete Change of band and life.

It starts with one thing, that I can't rememberThat leads to another that I soon forgetAnd the one thing, I never told youHurts you deeper than the othersWill you stop holding it togetherJust let it g...
Posted by [ghost] on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 04:34:00 PST

The Chill

The Chill- J.S.There's a ghost that speaks in my sleepShe says are you listening to my footsteps creepA little closer to your bedroom doorUp and down this hall, to the beating of your heartI might wal...
Posted by [ghost] on Tue, 27 May 2008 10:05:00 PST

The wheels on the bus....

In a bloody crash of the moment[stop]Street signs are looking familiarThey might as well say,"Home is this way."[tense]What's that god awful grindingA creaking that makes your teeth feel likeThey're ...
Posted by [ghost] on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 02:42:00 PST

Rope... Yes... No...

If you were a ropeI’d tie you in a knotI’d place you to hang beautifully from a treeIf you stayed thereI’d let you kiss my neckAnd swing until my body went limpAnd together we would ...
Posted by [ghost] on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 07:16:00 PST

costicondritus

Would it be so bad?The sharp pain stopped by a deep breath in?There's a story I read once,And I'm feeling placed in the center role...I don't know the moral of this story...Oh wait..Just another cough...
Posted by [ghost] on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 11:27:00 PST

Unseen

There's a creature stalkingWaiting and planningPlanning on moving inIt has but one goalThat goal shall never be reachedBut the creature knows notOf what else to seek"To turn away is to lose.I am no fa...
Posted by [ghost] on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:55:00 PST

Thought [the questions evade us.]

If I couldSet the oceanOn sweet fireIn my lungsOn my skinIn my heartWould I sinkOr floatWashing the landClean of the tidesCollapsing the cliffsInto my seaOf fireOh God,Must I concealThe fire insideMus...
Posted by [ghost] on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:20:00 PST