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Jinner

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About Me

My name's James but some of my friends call me Jinner/ I write songs that I sing and play and I have a demo ready at the moment so if you want a copy fly me your address and I'll send it to you free.I'm 21 and I work behind the bar in The Kingston Mill. I study creative writing at university.I love to write, sing, play guitar, skateboard, watch movies, read books, sit around in the sun, travel, meet people, go out to gigs and clubs and art galleries.I'm an active guy that wakes up early in the morning and goes to bed late at night.

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I'd like to meet:

Creative people.

My Blog

Bathroom Mirror

New weight clings thin to Edge; Jutting structure Sucks, Hold, Stand, Arms back. Slung shoulder bone slides Beneath the beige. Crooned neck, bobbed gulp. Short breaths, hollow eyes. An hourly morphi...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 07:25:00 GMT

Chin-Seng

Its four am. The goosestep beats fold over ten. Six balding overweight men share Polystyrene trays and chuck their guts outside Chin-Seng. A Lipstick stained wine glass shatters in the road right then...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 07:23:00 GMT

New Medication

Sombre strips of rugged road lead left across the field To where butterflies and caterpillars die. Now a wind is crawling in and clouds skull-fuck the sky Paper creeps from holes down where you kneel....
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 08:28:00 GMT

Blocks - a short villanelle poem

Broad strokes brush the foxtail sky Over London's crispy morn, and There is no more content than I   Filing through this cluttered pile until Out of dirt and dust we're born, as Broad strokes br...
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 07:02:00 GMT

If you actually wanted to know...

..> Basics: Name: James Date of Birth: The 30th of the December of the same year Bill and Ted was released. Birthplace: Farnborough hospital, south Greater London Current Location: Kin...
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 06:16:00 GMT

The Comet

The comet struck at ten thirty pm. Jennifer and I were left behind. Our families didn't know where we were when the government planes came to evacuate the town, or at least I don't think they did. The...
Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 09:17:00 GMT

Faith

As it is known within the hearts of us all- that when the earth's scorn merely shatters our bones, the grand movement of men's minds possessed seeks retribution of our 'corrupt souls', tearing through...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 13:25:00 GMT

The tale of Mad John of Sevenoaks

Sevenoaks is a humble hillside home to the city's suited slaves (though every plate of affluence has a salad of council flats), but amidst the private schoolchildren and their striking mothers, the ro...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 12:11:00 GMT

A (true-ish) tale of mine from Grammar School

James was fifteen years old. His hair was cropped to the skull and his suit hung loosely off his tall wiry shoulders. The Teacher was fifty; a short and slightly podgy man with black hair like a distr...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 10:25:00 GMT

A true story about my father

Young Peter could see through the curtain crack how autumn was drenched in life; open mouthed and tilting his chin to gaze above the rooftops and through the deep oceanic sky, under which all East Lon...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 10:22:00 GMT