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Jamison

About Me

my passions:
the tremulance.
two bicycles.
one last drink tonight.
pictures.
just for the kingdom.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

"O MY GOD"

My Blog

sky blue sky.

this evening makes me nostalgic. it's the kind of evening where a friend would show up at 5:30ish, and ask my parents if i can come outside and play. of course, it would be too early, and i'd have to ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 18:54:00 GMT

a heavy night.

so killa cam and i had purchased four tickets to see the monster that is Bloc Party (along with softer, fuzzier monsters Final Fantasy and Smoosh), about a month in advance. needless to say when the ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 22:09:00 GMT

searching for j.d. salinger

Hope is a funny business, which I don't necessarily understand, but I wish I did. I think the worst thing that comes along with hope is the pining for something that is unachievable; the fact that som...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 20:15:00 GMT

this world.

this world is full of love.we still have hope.
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 20:40:00 GMT

do you know luke vibert?

here's the plan (take notes)1. start a record label. just cd-rs, but spread them all around the city. make sure every person that goes to any sort of show has a copy of one of those cds.2. throw a cd ...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 22:32:00 GMT

in review.

well folks, 2006 is on it's last few days, so i figured i would do a little sum up of some of my highlights of the year. enjoy!musicthe most part, i found i got deeper into music that had been releas...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 18:38:00 GMT

Apologies To God.

Chapter One: On The Holiest of Days.Dear God: Creator, Heavenly Father, Ruler of All.I know I don't, and can't, speak for every person on this planet, but I know a few who might be in agreement with t...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 00:46:00 GMT

songs.

Pulling Our WeightWe hurried along the streetlights, running from post to post, afraid of the darkness. We would find quiet places to huddle, as violent rain fell from an open sky, the warmth of the ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 20:03:00 GMT

o, how things have changed

It's hard to not feel something when you visit the house you grew up in, almost ten years later. I was drowned by a flood of memories, nostalgia and a longing to go back to that time of innocence. E...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 16:09:00 GMT

darker days; part one.

The rain will stay, and I'm alright with that. It will wash out all the hopes or dreams that we'll conjure up, like a snowy winter or a sunny day. I quietly walked with my head down that morning, le...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 20:52:00 GMT