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Jebediah (Jonathan)

About Me

if you're reading this you probably know me.
i've been hardcore since i was 12.
i used to fly planes in 'nam.
i can cook anything in the microwave.
i released a country album on interscope that nobody bought.
(i was lying when i wrote that. it sold 47 copies.)
easter wasnt that exciting. we drove all morning back from Arkansas and than barbqued.
old people still scare me.
if you want to know anything real about me ask.
check out fire from the gods. we like to entertain people.
this banner is dumb.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

people who hunt polar bears. i want to help out with extinction.

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The Price of Beauty - OFFICIAL VIDEO

My Blog

the wall

Let's start with innocence and build-up towards guilt. Let's act like they have absolutely no connection. And than let's connect them. I haven't found imagination to be too imaginative lately. Stu...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 13:37:00 GMT

yes, we fake things

Id congratulate you if I saw you do anything worthy. Even hold open a fucking door. This is what they meant when they called you self-centered. I've never cared for anyone like I cared for you and ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 13:24:00 GMT

what i really mean sometimes (im mean sometimes)

I don't have feelings. Whatever this closeness is is drawing me farther away. I've got a spine stretching farther than the equator. It holds me up when I'm feeling down. It always holds me up. The...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 08:32:00 GMT

i’m happy to know you know nothing

Constant deliberation of who we are. How'd we get so far? What made these feet follow motion? What thought set me off? That's all I can think about. Those questions of how and why. I look to the sky ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 21:53:00 GMT

Spotlights on the Insignificant THings

Knife wounds are where the stitches pass through.  Sewed up vengeance which resolved nothing.  I'd never turn my back on a friend so I don't know what I call this.  I'm knee-deep in a s...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 12:28:00 GMT

Exactly Where I Was Before

Cleaning solvent, tile, and too much of something red. This is a mistake we're repairing. As they slip out the door I only wonder when they'll be back, not where they're going. Unconcerned with the...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:12:00 GMT

overdone underappreciated

Facial expressions meaning the exact opposite of what they should. Your smile tells me you're crying. I've stabbed angels in the back for something I thought was glory. The style got old, so I simp...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 15:01:00 GMT

The Good Guise

They smile like they're happy, the good guise. They never give way to a feeling of truth. Stained basins where our sins run free. Tall glasses fall short of our expectations. I've drained this tow...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 13:43:00 GMT

Somebody Hates You

Decades of decadent memories. I can't remember who I used to be. Tied to an existence I didn't have a part in. Brand new razor blades to open old wounds. This is how they get through. Days you do...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 13:08:00 GMT

They Shoot. They Score. They're Lost.

Places you can't get out of. Parallel parking. Revolving doors. This constant routine. Still stuck in the quicksand. My arm is a branch no one is willing to grab. In different towns people are do...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 18:06:00 GMT