Hello Jeffrey James


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My rite of writing right.

October 17, 2014 at 3:52am

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Louise

I know you
I’m not sure I can know you any more
than I do.
On the other hand,
I’m not sure I can know you
anymore.
Because I believe you love me
And I’ve got no reason to.
You’re just sweet enough
to keep me around
but not sweet enough
to be around.

September 29, 2014 at 2:52am

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Success is giving up.

Artists are like everyone else except they are scratching up the sides of the funnel with limited success. Other’s laugh as they slide on down shouting, “look how mighty I am!” Success has been defined as giving up. No one is interested in the alternatives which has led to the grotesque decline in the ability to monetize art. No one wants to hear about how they are wrong. How society is absurd and about the exceedingly difficult alternatives to the instructions, “Buy. Sleep. Die.” So volumes are written to mask those instructions. To make them seem pretty and witty. “You are smart and correct to follow our narrative.”  If one can deceive themselves into being happy based on corporate interests, and maintain that deception for most of their life, nothing really matters I guess. We can’t sell a product you don’t need. We can’t convince anyone of a “better” version of happiness.

September 25, 2014 at 3:29am

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Listen

There exists and identity
One that is getting fucked
Everytime you listen
To bullshit
which is everyone.
Everytime you let them
Supplant your voice
with their own
You are learning
to accept abuse
and allow others to thrive
by choking you out
instead of by your side
So don’t be too apologetic
Make mistakes in your thinking
and cut your own path
instead of handing your blade
to abusive thieves
go and offend people
steal a car
hiss at people in the night
Tell them you are not of this world
and not subject
to their trite attempts
at thinking
Tell people they are wrong
wear war paint
Don’t apologize to “smooth things over”
and when everyone crucifies you
for actually living;
you’ll laugh while you bleed.

September 10, 2014 at 12:53pm

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They don’t care what you wear 

as long as you stare

at the trusses of the houses 

moving throats and fleeing mouses

will have matches on their tails 

burning structures down to nails 

and uttering pikes; 

you’ll wet my eyes

but in the shadows I will hide

and smile bravely 

removing fuels

for your ego to abuse

so in the end I have the plans 

and you; the pen. 

August 4, 2014 at 4:00am

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Eitak

I’m afraid one or more egomaniacal narcissists are repainting me
for your metal convenience
to validate our profound level 
of disconnection  
and it’s become way too easy for you
to be the coldest person I know.
To be in a room with 6 other people
and pretend I don’t exist…

you’re still wrong about things. 
Just because we don’t talk 
Doesn’t mean you don’t have a mirror 
that you’ll have to look in one day 
and maybe see a glimmer of who I am 
instead of the broad strokes I’ve been covered in 
How long can you deceive yourself? 

You  make angels out of demons 
and demons out of angels. 
Horrid people get your best face 
because you expect nothing of them 
the greatest people get your worst 
because you expect everything. 

July 12, 2014 at 3:59pm

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This is a departure. I promise to write nearly all words here, but I just want to share with the world all the great things friends of mine have done. These are some of my favorite people and they are all wonderful songwriters.