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Jed

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About Me

A graveyard mind and teflon heart You want paranoid I can play that part In the twilight hour just before the dawn I enlist my ride see me moving onWhere the cold winds blow I make up my bed As I post a watch on the jagged edge If I didn't look it'd be just the same Staring back at me is the life insaneEvidently lost the goddess cries As storms lay waste and children die Safety flees the crumbling walls A sound like thunder as atlantis fallsWhere cold winds blow I lift my head As I leave the watch on the jagged edge Where snow leopards dance and the tiger screams And the nightmare world fills with dreams--Jedcopyright 1996, use with permission.Find more pics by JED at: http//www.VikingJon.DeviantArt.comMy ImageShack Page

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Jimi Hendrix. A talking cat--I mean real words like it's from Narnia or something, only it doesn't drink tea or any other human mannerisms. A friendly dolphin--one who might bring me pearls or fresh crabs, and I could bring her sushi and um...Guinness (it could be an Irish dolphin--I've seen them there!). Some people I've lost along the way. Someone from the future--if they were nice. A beautiful model. A beautiful person. A nightmermaid...

My Blog

Rest in Peace Walter Cronkite

Well, *sigh*  the line of past heroes appears to be getting shorter the more time that goes on, but that's not really true, because new young heroes are coming along all the time.  I'm sure the man I ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 20:11:00 GMT

Maddie's Field Ch. 1

 "Where are we going, Maddie?" the boy asked, tripping on another clod of dirt and looking out dubiously over the endless expanse of rows and rows of the knee-high green soybean plants that they were ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 20:45:00 GMT

Amaranthe's Party Ch. 3

Merc retrieved his notebook, poured himself an Irish whiskey, which he had brought with him, put a splash of water in it from the sink in the bathroom, letting it run for a little while first to make ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Jul 2009 11:38:00 GMT

Amaranthe's Party Ch. 2

As he pulled up after dark at his Uncles sprawling and almost indefinable house in a nominally uninhabited part of his hometown, his uncle owning most of the land thereabouts, Mercs thoughts were fu...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 18:55:00 GMT

Amaranthe's Party Ch. 1

Merc was back in town from a trip to the Almetican Upper Midwest to study the Quantuqin Native tribe, a group from roughly the few centuries prior to Aeropean contact. It had been the most exciting, b...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 10:23:00 GMT

To Be An Artist

Since its his memorial day, I wanted to say a few words about the artist formerly known as Michael Jackson. Ive avoided the subject for a week or more because if you know me, you know Im excessivel...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:48:00 GMT

Sorry If I Didn't Answer

It has come to my attention that there have been more than a dozen emails that were sent to me over the last couple of years that I was completely unaware of.  MySpace usually alerts you when you have...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Jul 2009 05:33:00 GMT

In The Day

Remember that old crabappleThat we used to climbWhose limbs formed all our gunnery podsAnd how our enemies fell smoking pastDamned to ruin and wrack?Remember your old lawnWhose grassy tufts formed hed...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 06:49:00 GMT

Newsboy

People think Im lazy because Im so laid back.Sometimes I am laid back, and I hope I make my friends at ease.  Thats quite important to me, because they do the same for me.  Its sometimes illusory....
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 23:15:00 GMT

Rest in Peace David

Oh, man.  When it rains...David Carradine was a favourite person of mine.  Anyone who was around for the seventies and the eighties reruns remembers his character Kwachang (sp?) Kane, aka "grasshopper...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jun 2009 02:08:00 GMT