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About Me

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My Interests

'he who is not bold enough to be stared at from across the abyss is not bold enough to stare into it himself.
the truth can only be learned by marching forward.' contact.

interests

I'd like to meet:

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Music:

music.

Movies:

1/30/2007.

Television:

i don't watch television.

Books:

books.
reading:
the raw shark texts.

Heroes:

heroes.
david lynch.
blog.
untitled 2.
untitled.
comatose.
the sound flood.
it's cold. jpg magazine profile.

My Blog

untitled 2.

it's been days. the bed stares at me through the doorway as i wander this house aimlessly. i tried to open the front door, but the door was stuck, didn't give way at all. i gave up after a few pulls a...
Posted by davy jones. on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 12:11:00 PST

fog.

silence is mostly what i hear now. i stay in all the time while she goes out to her arrangements and appointments. at night i stand over her and watch her sleep and wish i could say something, but my ...
Posted by davy jones. on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:53:00 PST

untitled.

the darkness closed in all around us like a blanket of dark latex.i wished in that very moment that she could be every girl i've had, and have ever known, and i'd grab her and kiss her and tell her ho...
Posted by davy jones. on Tue, 22 May 2007 11:36:00 PST

comatose.

feet dangle from little children like those that were hung so long ago.i remember the ways you were.all those days when you would lean your head on me, we would walk through parks and alleys and build...
Posted by davy jones. on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 06:55:00 PST

the sound flood.

seeing the pain on her face i look back out the window to the stars. the trees go flowing by like slow motion but i know they go faster than that.'this is the last time we will do this.' she says at m...
Posted by davy jones. on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 01:38:00 PST

it's cold.

my hands are covered in ink, but i know it's okay because my mom says so. when i write or draw i feel like god on paper, like i can make or destroy or make the world see itself the way i do. and i sho...
Posted by davy jones. on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 11:57:00 PST