My name is Jaie Johnson.
I'm a big music buff, but who isn't?
I enjoy stimulating conversions on politics, literature and such.
Text me
7314875080
No, I don't have an accent...well maybe at times, but I do speak proper english.
I'm on here because I started to miss the ol' nifty site, and it's a good networking device.
I enjoy theatre.
Now, I'm pretty much experiencing a new journey of sorts in the attempt to make sense of this world.
I know what I want out of life, and I know I will win the gold in that aspect someday soon..just give me a bit more time.
Happiness is not measured by success, success is measured by the courage to persevere in your passion rather than settling into something you're good at, but dislike.
You'll find the harder you work, the more luck you'll have.
If you've read my profile feel free to contact me :D
Likes:
Food.
Cigarettes.
Beautiful days with a cool breeze and sunny sky.
The Night Sky.
Autumn Leaves.
Nice Scents.
Bright Colors.
Flames.
The Idea of Raising A Child.
Ayumi Hamasaki.
Writing.
Photography.
Music, but of course.
Family Guy.
Love Stories.
Shows like C.S.I.
The News.
Bright Eyes.
Lyrical Geniuses.
Poetic Sonnets.
:D
THE
ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS
IS THE WAR AGAINST THE IMAGINATION
ALL OTHER WARS ARE SUBSUMED IN IT
:D
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying trying to keep them alive There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four Winds blowing through her hairBut when Great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon... She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed She cavesThe Bible's blind. The Torah's deaf. The Qu'ran is mute. If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth Still they’re pouring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons While shadows lengthen in the sun Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines Four Winds cry until it comesIt's the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem A heart just can't contain all of that empty space It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead They said, "You'd better look alive"And now it’s off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East I buried my ballast. I made my peace.Her Four Winds leveling the pinesBut when Great Satan's gone, the Whore of Babylon She just can't remain with all that outer space She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.
V Me.