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*Jax*

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About Me


A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, Like you've been drinking jack and coke all morning. She can make you feel high, Full of the single greatest commodity known to man: Promise. promise of a better day, promise of a greater hope, promise of a new tommorow. This particular aura, can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, and in her soul. In the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's gonna be ok.
I find it strange that we search our whole lives for love as though it were the final treasure, the solemn purpose of people in movies and magazines. Yet when it comes to your door one morning with calm eyes to deliver itself
you realize it alone is not enough.
You are before me, sweet man, and I am thinking arent I supposed to give up everything? Arent I supposed to be brave and abandon each dream and aspiration and yield utterly to this elusive beast love, to your soft belly and companionship?
Arent we supposed to have piece of land, and children that look like you, and cook soup and bread and sing each other to sleep and absentmindedly count the stars from our front porch as we pray for each others keep
and pretend forever is a word known not only by the heart.

My Interests

Music:



I could spend the rest of my life sitting beside radios, continually being transformed and exalted by a melody, lyric or riff. I would spend a lifetime in pieces only to be picked up and put back together by one of these heroes.
It sounds silly I know, but for me, the power of music rests in the ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie. Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.
And sometimes when you're trying to find your way, one of those gods actually shows up and gives you direction.

Movies:


If you never take it seriosuly, you never get hurt, you never get hurt, you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just got to the record store and visit your friends.

Books:



The truth,
is you could slit my throat
and with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

Heroes: