though i speak of the tounges of men and of angles but have not love i become the sounding brass of a clanging symbol and though i have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge and though i have faith to remove cancers but have not love i am nothing though i bestow all my goods to be deported and though i give my body to be burned but without love it profits me nothing. because love suffers long and love is kind it is not envy. Love does not parade its self it is not fucked up and it does not behave rudely. It does not seek its own and does not provoke it thinks no evil. Love does not rejoice in hatred but it rejoices in the truth bares all things believes all things holds all things endures all things. If love never fails but with our prophecies it will fail. where they speak their tounges will ceace where there is knowledge it will vanish. As we know in part and prophecize in part that when that which is perfect has come that which in part will be done away. When i was a child I spoke as a child, understood as a child and thought as a child. When i became a man I put away childish things. but now we see in a mirror dimly back then it was face to face and now that i know in part that i share alone just as i also am known. I know abide faith hope and love and of these 3 the greatest of these is love.

My Funny Valentine is all she said My funny Valentine.... and nothing more....
echoes of triads, paralells and fifths. Vibrato harmonic harmony. Passion with a timing
Saddness with a tempo Multiple modes frilly runs with no end untill the 5 the 5 O'Clock bells
in the morning rocking like a cradle swinging on a 7 string bullet to the back of the head
face down in a pool. Writing for the masses in various classes lend an ear yu will hear the
gnar and crunch the grind and spurt of my heart trapped in the jowels of displaced discomfort
a removal and stunting of the soul swingin life away. turning the wrong way down a bloodied
catwalk skipping every crack leaving the pass as the pass moving alone into the embarassing
future holding the hand of the devil as i cross the street into on comming traffic. Expecting
nothing but the whitest of grave stones and the cleanest of coffins finding only dirty looks
and a ratty spiral stair case and a neon sign.... "Going Down"
My Funny Valentine I thought now I understand MY funny valentine.

The Frail Keep Hidden, In a lifetime of lessons
failed portrayal of another persons streamline coursing through your veins
an addiction of retardation and lack luster imagination.
The ability to remove the brain from thought and the thought from thought-full
Full of so much nothing that you become so exquisitely empty. You are a black hole
inverted on yourself nothing escapes your powerful ability to darken any door step
let alone remove its very existance every wicker strand of it every stone left turned raped
and never the same again even after years of thearapy. Life as we know it is tossed right out
its like opening a door and finding a closed window with the blinds drawn. but your too short to even
look inside to even ever dream of what was behind it. Clicking your heels together and
Spinning around in the tornado dodging witches and cows there is no yellow brick road.
But there is a grit one full of broken glass damaged goods and un used popsicle sticks.
the kind you use to make cheap pencil holders covered in glitter and lies both sparkle just as much
but it takes a true ability to make a lie stick like glued glitter to air. Feeligns trampled under foot
like so many prized Daiseys in my fathers garden. The unrooted tree is not collapsed to the earth where it lay no family to spring forth no "jessie" to guide it with bundles of wood fire and stones no stars over bethlahem no child in a manger no wise men and no fucking donkey. not even in shrek. think about it that shit is fucking SNAKES ON A MUTHA FUCKING PLANE! swallowed by the sea armies on both sides this is the end my only friend the end wheres my hand basket good day mada'm i said GOOD....God No heros only victims only choking victims left dying with one last breath one last caress.

ITS MY EFFIN BIRTHDAY BITCHS AHHHHHH!
IM 18 AND it ... dosent feel any different except for some ladies trying to buy me some food lol that was good especially because of the ladies or well one lady too many ladies lady ok any how im 18 so yeah just thought i should share because my opinoin matters now and i guess i can vote and stuff lol
so yeah



18 !!!

GEEEZEE i finally get 1000 page views hooorraaahhh lol god i need to post more jazz i needs me a model and a camera lol any who thanks for putting up with my garbage and my Freakin Diva attitude and coverin up every whole with a little Shoobie Doobie Da doo and so on