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FJ says [oh no]

joe_x

About Me

"what do you say volt? let's get really fucked and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath..."
"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."

i have a thing about being there for people.

My Interests

Joe needs to remember that he is vulnerable to anything that gives an emotional uplift (the "high") as a temporary escape ('the fix") from everyday reality

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

I'd like to meet:

"from a rooftop in brooklyn to sleepwalking on air, from twenty eight years to my last night with you, mon dernier avec toi and i'll be with you forver"

marcus erixson
lauren e. simonutti

Music:

you gotta get me moving to win my heart

"im also a sucker for anything acoustic"

Movies:

"why wont you die?!"
"beneath this mask, there is more than flesh, beneath this mask is an idea, mr Creedy. and ideas are bulletproof"

Television:

the mind is a glass floor, the mind is the spirits tear, the mind is our prior and subsequent ghost, the mind is the bullion express and the blood on the tracks, the mind is the stone door, the silver on the backs of mirrors, the wave that defines the coast, its what the drunk grave robbers couldnt stuff into their sacks,
the mind is the sum of all and more, the spasm between one and zero in the calendar of black hole years, the contract between the last and the whipping post, a quilt of dreams stitched with facts, a meaningless argument among the whores, rain that keeps falling when the sky clears, a masquerade party, guest and host, a candlelit landscape of puddled wax,
the mind is what thought is for, the parking lot at the mall of fears, the fire-pit for the piggy roast, what teh soul surrendred and wont take back,
the mind is neither empty either nor or, the real center of a empty sphere.

Books:

"This novel is fiction, except for the parts that arent"

Heroes:

you know who you are
shushhh x

My Blog

behind your back

step back, i am where you could never think, behind the scenes, behind your strings, a master puppeteer, burning alive,tied to the stake in his heart, its never a final mistake, till someone kills it,...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 04:19:00 PST

first breath after coma

a melancholy bliss, where something is missing, an enigma hidden, in rushed poetry recitals, where the poets are engulfed in the need to quicken the pace, to persuade the silent witnesses and the adre...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 03:49:00 PST

i’ll be your distraction

take a chance, its beyond the moment, this is beyond the bedroom, i could never be the one you want, but here's to living in the moment, a secondhand toast to all we deserve,a toast to the meathooks ...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 01:09:00 PST

there’s beauty in the breakdown

you know the lights,they shine,for us tonight,and the ghosts are leaving,and we are moving,today, tomorrow, goodnight,let go,we are moving,we are touching,the senses on necks,and the whisper on cheeks...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 02:55:00 PST

We are

all the imagination comes alive,a burst of intense introspective atonomy,where these hands are leading up,and this heart is rooted,snaking amongst the madness,take the hand the bites,to cast aside the...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:56:00 PST

the only moment we were alone

the only moment we were  alone,was when we were in each other eyes,swimming in the chalky blue,curled up on this battered sofa,untill morning awakens us,but the shafts of light could not,penetrat...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 04:36:00 PST

welcome ghosts

the drum beat signals our departure,the smoke seperates what was already there, lost in the choking mist of illusion,we find what was never lost,but buried 6 feet under, our arms are heavy and our che...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 04:33:00 PST

So long, lonesome

there is a light,flickering over your head,glowing brighter and brigher,burning redder - and redder,your hands start to shake,so take them in mine, we'll dance under these dying stars,to the sound of...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 04:32:00 PST

FIll this in if your bored...

(i stole this off aimee) (Fill in the gaps) I ________ Joe.Joe is ________.I want to _______ Joe.If I were alone in a room with Joe, I would ________.I think Joe should ________.Joe nee...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:25:00 PST

You can call me...

You can call me emo.I listen to emo music, and im sensitive.You can call me a goth.I listen to some goth music, and i mostly wear all black.You can call me a greb.I have long-ish hair, and i wear bagg...
Posted by FJ says [oh no] on Mon, 02 Jan 2006 01:24:00 PST