OFFICIAL...JJ JAMSAY65, ARTIST

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.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. HAnds held out in front of me, I sing a song of praise...ventured near a hole in the rough and saw America as it was or is today,,,They flurried through a maze of roads and sidewalks, searching for the perfect egg or fish celebrating some fertility that has lost it innocence....Wild haired , black glasses wearing ..drinking the nector of the coffee g-d, the one that gives the light to the Earth, blessed and offers us daily...I peek through thrift shop windows, hunting through old records and massive amounts of shirts that say Remember 911..heart felt cries still abound specks of souls lost on a New york sidewalk, flutter in the wind and carries away to the memories of the fallen...Where are you? round godess, the one who cradled me in the womb...Harsh, Heat...melting peaks and laughing steermen blame the last guy who blamed the last guy who blamed......Now I lay the groundwork for a new begining..I have control for at least a minute till another commercial wisks me away to go out and stimulate my ego again and again and again...The Mountain lions are marking the hills, the sea is speaking to the sand, and we are speaking to the wall....I hold my hands up today, I don't let it enter me, sit and wait for the dawn swinging, back and forth...back and forth... on a pendulem back and forth between just getting by and disaster......JJ. 2006

Music:

Movies:

HAnds held out in front of me, I sing a song of praise...ventured near a hole in the rough and saw America as it was or is today,,,They flurried through a maze of roads and sidewalks, searching for the perfect egg or fish celebrating some fertility that has lost it innocence....Wild haired , black glasses wearing ..drinking the nector of the coffee g-d, the one that gives the light to the Earth, blessed and offers us daily...I peek through thrift shop windows, hunting through old records and massive amounts of shirts that say Remember 911..heart felt cries still abound specks of souls lost on a New york sidewalk, flutter in the wind and carries away to the memories of the fallen...Where are you? round godess, the one who cradled me in the womb...Harsh, Heat...melting peaks and laughing steermen blame the last guy who blamed the last guy who blamed......Now I lay the groundwork for a new begining..I have control for at least a minute till another commercial wisks me away to go out and stimulate my ego again and again and again...The Mountain lions are marking the hills, the sea is speaking to the sand, and we are speaking to the wall....I hold my hands up today, I don't let it enter me, sit and wait for the dawn swinging, back and forth...back and forth... on a pendulem back and forth between just getting by and disaster......JJ JAMSAY65 2006

Television:

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Books:

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Heroes:

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