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John Ryan Stafford

About Me

I want somebody who sees the pointlessness and still keeps their purpose in mind. I want somebody who has a tortured soul, some of the time. I want somebody who will either put out for me or put me out of my misery, or maybe just put it all to words and make me say "you know, I never heard it put that way". make me say "what did you just say?" I want somebody who can hold my interest hold it and never let it fall, someone who can flatten me with a kiss that hits like a fist or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall because if you hear me talking listen to what I'm not saying if you hear me playing guitar listen to what I'm not playing and don't ask me to put words to all the spaces between notes in fact if you have to ask, forget it if you do and you'll regret it I'm tired of being the interesting one I'm tired of heving fun for two just lay yourself on the line and I might lay myself down by you but don't sit behind your eyes and wait for me to surprise you I want somebody who can make me scream until it's funny give me a run for my money I want someone who can twist me up in knots "tell me, for the woman who has everything what have you got?" I want someone who's not afraid of me or anyone else in other words I want someone who's not afraid of themselfdo you think I'm asking too much?- ani difranco

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Member Since: 18/01/2006
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Influences: Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying.Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying.So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred.Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred.While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you.You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you.A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to.Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in.While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him.While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in.But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely.My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me?And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.- bob dylan
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SASSAFRASS-i-NATION?

are you made of wax ? relax... time will come to create & (wait) while we speculate the truth between the [lines we draw in] sandboxes spilled into sleepy eyes wandering. by and by we dine on wine and...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 17:42:00 GMT

conversation .1

well this is the course of my life, i feel like at this point i have two choices... I can work my ass off and get as far as i can, trying my damnedest just to end up dissapointed in th...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 20:42:00 GMT

new plans and breakthroughs

EZB SAYS: i am going to take up freestyle humming in my spare time. it will help me with my guitar riffs GBODY SAYS : the keys on this keyboard make way too much loud noise when i press them. EZB SAYS...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 01:05:00 GMT

WHAT IS LIMITED OMNISCIENCE?

In Limited Omniscience the narration consistently "limits" the discourse to a focus in or around one or a few characters. We see only what they see; the language tends to be close to their language. W...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 21:43:00 GMT