jgtaylor – Page 59 – Soapbox Artist

Mr. Bush

January 16, 2006 by jgtaylor

SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m tired of your suck up talk to me about values preach to me about morals Yea, right… And justice for All. When you Raped lady liberty you weren’t strappin’ a jimmy now your bastard children roam around calling themselves “homeland security”. And you’re not a fascist ’cause you think you … Read moreMr. Bush

Leaving New London

December 1, 2005 by jgtaylor

Leaving new london – sorry for the beer I spilled on your floor. And I’m sorry for the vomit that was just a bit too far from your bathroom. But I added to a song from Skidmore, and I read poetry to poets [No one but poets seem to support poetry.] and danced under a sky lit with love at midnight. I lost $20 in a poker game, saw a show and started a revolution.

Birthdays

November 23, 2005 by jgtaylor

Last night was my birthday. OK, the whole day was my birthday. I wound up standing outside Webster Hall in NYC flyering a bunch of poser fucks who went to see System Of A Down. I’d ask if anyone wanted to get rid of George Bush and there were quite a few dicks who’d be like, “Nah – I don’t mind him.” I find it really odd that these same people just got their groove on to lyrics like, “Fuck the system, Fuck the system, Fuck the system” … IDIOTS! [not system of a down, but some of their fans].

thoughts on thoughts

November 23, 2005 by jgtaylor

I used to think … until it became illegal. That is, I had thoughts; some good, some bad. People today don’t think, and they seem proud of that. I keep seeing these instances of the media refusing to hear any message what-so-ever that involves the word communism or socialism. In fact, I have started to notice just how little discussion there is of alternative ideas.

Some days I feel like a Nut, some days I don’t

August 30, 2005 by jgtaylor

Tuesday – skipping lunch – tired. I’m wondering why i got up this morning. Email from Darc last night… she’s sick and it makes me sad. Of course, that makes me wonder – what if you were bonded with a bunch of people (for whatever reason) so that if they got sick, you didn’t feel right either. And say you had lost touch with most of them, but the bonds don’t decay – how many days to you wake up not feeling right and not understanding why?

No One Visits the General Anymore

August 25, 2005 by jgtaylor

WTF?! No one ever leaves a freakin’ comment on my stupid pages. Fuckers. I’m foul this afternoon.

Total Despair

August 23, 2005 by jgtaylor

I have seen the Count of the Dead. I imagine each life gone as one more in a Give-a-thon Until the goal of total despair is reached. I live in a new world Where things I can not see Bounce around and are me, Threatening me with mutually assured destruction. Certainly in empires there is … Read moreTotal Despair

Party Hats

August 17, 2005 by jgtaylor

Everyone put on your party hats, dresses and shoes and get your asses down to DC for the event of your week. On Friday, Sept. 23, I’m having a party @ my place. On Saturday, Sept. 24, we’ll march on the white house and let ’em know what we think of all this crap. It’s … Read moreParty Hats

Untitled #13

August 16, 2005 by jgtaylor

Out on the horizon where the sky dances with the earth, I spent last night dreaming of a love that passed through this life with all the chances of an everyday For possibilities infinite. What blessing is it to know the stranger you will love again and again?

Metaphysical Seamstress

August 2, 2005 by jgtaylor

Most days I’m content to go to bed and let rumble through my head the various details of the day: what went well, what went badly? What did I want to do tomorrow? It has only recently occurred to me that these are the very same thoughts I think when kissing someone I either don’t care about, or am no longer interested in. Now I have to wonder if this means I’m not even that interested in myself. But, last night was a kindly-dash-to-sleep as soon as I lay my weary head down. And it was weary. It wasn’t so long ago that I could live on 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night. But it also wasn’t terrifically recent either. And what prompted this great sleep, you may inquire? Well, it was a tremendous feeling of satisfaction.