Poetic Imagination
56 Chevy and Thoughts of dad


The Pot Smokers Guide to the Planet Varpeth
The Rejection
Wanna Feel Your
Legacy of Whatever Felt Fine
I Think Her Name was Cally
Schools darkest moments relived in a daydream
Two inches wide by three inches deep
Who is Jaystone?
Beautiful Suicide
How to Get Happy
56 Chevy and Thoughts of dad
Pictures of my sexy motherfucking ass!
The Grand Design of Morbidity
Untitled One
Who I am
Links and other abnormalies
Contact Me
Order Page for New Book Poetic Imagination
Trials of an Infant Drifter
Alien English
Catching Falling Angels
She Sleeps
Lonely Dog



How life brings us to the depressed state we are in, amuses even the hardest of sceptics. Here is my parable.
Dad and I were never the best of friends, hell we even tried to kill each other a time or two. But I know that he had love for me, how do I know this? Well he let me go to the Metallica concert after I got busted with the pot at school. Memories leave us when we lest expect it. I got out this old picture of the 1956 chevy, and I remember how I hated to help you in your garage. But I remember when we would drive to Poplar Bluff and you blasting Born on the Bayou full blast. Damn I wish I could talk to you dad, but this tombstone has to work.

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