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About Me

I stay up late, I dislike leaving my apartment, actually I fear going outside sometimes. I make paintings in the spaces between speech; it's a good profession at times. I have severe problems pouring chocolate soy milk. Always make a mess, and I'm not sure why. Dylan Thomas and Rimbaud are two of my very good friends. They keep me company. Try this Catapult on for size. Do you ever get the feeling that you've done something before, endless late night deja vu. "If you wake up at a different time and a different place, can you wake up as a different person?" That seems to be my life as of late. The places I've lived, the people I've been. I don't have the capacity or patience for memory. Surely a slow burning fuse with a growing list of names and faces that will soon be forgotten. I will have my feathers and ink in hand.www.jfbaldwin.com

My Interests

Sylvie Pie!

I'd like to meet:

I am inadvertently social.style

Music:

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"No bullshit, but I've watched people stop in the middle of a funeral, the dead body smiling there in the casket, the old ladies sobbing, and the people stop to change the music. Mozart instead of Schumann. Music is Crucial.Beyond no way can I overstress this fact.Let's say you're southbound on the interstate, cruising along the middle lane, listening to AM radio. Up alongside comes a tractor trailer of logs, or concrete pipe, a tiedown strap breaks, and the load dumps on top of your little sheet metal ride. Crushed under a world of concrete, you're sandwiched like so much meat salad between layers of steel and glass. In that last, fast flutter of your eyelids, you looking down that long tunnel toward the bright God Light and your dead grandma walking up to hug you- do you want to be hearing another radio commercial for a mega, clearance, closeout, blow out liquidation car stereo-sale?No Bullshit. If your car skids into oncoming traffic and you die listening to the The Archies sing "Sugar Sugar" it's your own damn lazines" -Palahniuk from RantI never leave the house without a mix for anything....

Movies:

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Television:

South Park, Flight of the Conchords,

Books:

"My books piled up before me for use..." -Ginsberg

My Blog

Employees must wash hands.

Watch for the rain to wash the dust down, the concrete quick set emotions thatlimit memory to the thoughts so soon to be forgotten.when will we black out and awaken on unknown beds,in unknown rooms, i...
Posted by johnny panic on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 07:39:00 PST

happier, fitter, more productive, like a cat tied to a stick.....

It is a strange thing to feel the night sky so sharp on the backs of your eyes.This is a new sensation to me. Don'tlaugh. I'm not giving up bottle. It is acomfortable clear jar which I have known we...
Posted by johnny panic on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 09:29:00 PST

What I did, what I failed to do.

I fell asleep with my eyes wide openleaning against a pale wall dreamingHow long have I been staring, here in the back of my head.momentarily misplaced and misused. I misjudged, it wasquiet, delibera...
Posted by johnny panic on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 01:57:00 PST

a note for me to remember.

There is a mystery to good painting, when it happens, even I don't understand it.
Posted by johnny panic on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 03:55:00 PST

To Make Mention.

your own personal catapultsickness event held tight in theholding. open the window, long cool air on my chest where discovery clutched fingers.have the proclivity for thetwo cents needed to paythe to...
Posted by johnny panic on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 10:05:00 PST

my disfunction drives me

a quiet barrage of screams to hold your black tongue in hand.Minor minor, a leash, a noose, a miracle among us. My love there is blood on your breath, spilling out from your parted lips oh so quiet t...
Posted by johnny panic on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 09:38:00 PST

an addiction just the same,

I keep reading and rereading this poem for some reason.This Side of the Truth by Dylan ThomasThis side of the truth,You may not see, my son,King of your blue eyesIn the blinding country of youth,That ...
Posted by johnny panic on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 12:28:00 PST

well fuck.

I sent more letters I'll regret tonight than ever before.
Posted by johnny panic on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 12:31:00 PST

to brace the gears

Penny pinchers fragmented pulse a new design for a deviance. I've keptmetronome time, a stop watch statisticto hold my breath by. I dreamt of a sheet, white and clean towrap the edges of arms and he...
Posted by johnny panic on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 03:21:00 PST

The things you tell yourself ....

Someone get Chris Caraba on the phone, I've got his next single.I kinda wish things we're easier, but here I am. I looked at her profile again, told myself I wouldn't. I did. I spent the day shoppi...
Posted by johnny panic on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 12:58:00 PST