jgtaylor – Page 60 – Soapbox Artist

Struggle to Breath in an America I Made

April 10, 2024July 8, 2005 by jgtaylor

ou have shit your life right down the tubes for the car and the house and the crap inside. Is a TV in every room enough to distract you from the hell that is this world?

Evolution Favors Stupidity

June 26, 2005 by jgtaylor

I spent the afternoon at the eastern market, and the late morning at the Smithsonian Natural History museum. While there I was reminded of something. I was shopping through music I can ill afford, but even more so ill afford to live without, when I came upon some reggae: Peter Tosh to be precise. I also stumbled onto some Cubano compilation and Bill Monroe’s best per some company in Jersey.

Dropped

April 10, 2024June 24, 2005 by jgtaylor

He stared into the shifting eyes of his prey – a victim he wasn’t really interested in hurting, just getting him out of his way. The eyes were deep and sorrowful with splashes of anger occasionally flickering across the dullness of the waiting.

Wishing for Oblivian

June 18, 2005 by jgtaylor

And now, in the East Wing Oblivion! ho-fuckin’-ray! Bra-Fuckin’-Oh! bad room in bad hotel porn on in the background she’s going up and down I’m puffin’ with one hand holding the beer with the other when i clap her upon the head – damn – not a thing to do. i make mental note and … Read moreWishing for Oblivian

Upon Returning to Home

April 10, 2024June 17, 2005 by jgtaylor

… it seemed so foreign. I wonder if that’s because i never took any long school trips. I always seemed to move right before whatever school trip i had worked towards, only to move away from the new school in time to miss their trip as well.

Reminicsing

June 13, 2005 by jgtaylor

It was October, 2003 – Washington, DC. I had just gotten back from Montreal, Jeff & Alex were out visiting me and the night this picture was taken, a crossroads formed.

Communication

June 13, 2005 by jgtaylor

At what point do we figure out if we’re good or bad at something? Do we see ourselves going down backwards on the staircase and not notice it? I have borne out my suspicions that I am not a good communicator. Meek whispers though they were, I caught notice and listened carefully. And now on this day, I have studied their complaints and have agreed. Not all is lost, however.

Upstate NY

June 13, 2005 by jgtaylor

On a trip to Montreal where I was crashing a wedding. Arrive by plane in Hartford, CT, hit New Haven for Dinner, a party, an hour of sleep, the road to Montreal, arrive wedding (after changing in bathroom at last gas station in USA), hit hotel … off to reception where drunk is only the … Read moreUpstate NY

Sunday Night Comming Home

June 5, 2005 by jgtaylor

It’s a day if it’s any day and today is one of those – working stiff calling out working stiff pressing down picket fence, lawns, swings suburban dreams. hallucinogen in twilight’s forest gleaming last night last night of hoo-rah first light of going home. Cadillac dreading mold mildew – not frames – keep it up … Read moreSunday Night Comming Home

Wondering Lonely

May 12, 2005 by jgtaylor

You (in all your glory) have me (in my submissive posturing) wondering about you and your glory and how that might be just me wishing you were an angel, sent from somewhere to save me from something that I might never know about, here to alleviate this profound loneliness (oozing) from too many nights alone, … Read moreWondering Lonely