jazbrown

We were fifteen years old and creating our experience on a daily basis. Most involving the consumption of fist fulls of various drugs of varying effect. Gnashing at the bit desperate to feel the blood of life drip down our chest But mostly we were just fucking high Really fucking high. One of our closest friends of the time fancied himself a bit of a...
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So I am almost done with what will be my first full blown novel. When I started it the intent was never to do so but it just kept coming. I suppose the next step will be sending it to publishers.

So I'll be posting bits of it here and there.

so here:

I kill people. It's how I make my money. It's not a...
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This Is Not Poetry...

When my favorite book came back to me it had grown.
Well read and dog eared it had swollen.
Grown new pages.
It was bought in a bookstore in the Midwest.
Read in a van.
Traveling seventy miles an hour, eighteen inches above the ground.
It reads differently now.
Broken at ninety-six by eleven by seventeen.
I can see where these...
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A lovely young lady I know purchased me an SG membership for my birthday. So here I am.

I recently turned 28 years which lands me dangerously close to 30. Feel free to unleash the violent face tearing attack dogs of mercy any time you'd like.

I write a lot of words, most of them somewhat angry. I'm in a mediocre band with a couple...
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Hi, Im Jaz