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Name: Jonathan
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Visalia
Birthday: 11/10/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Piano, the soundtrack to the sims pc game from around 1999, www.myspace.com/imthemanager1 , the smell of OFF! from the green cillendar can, Neurodisc Records, snow, a catchy honest read, black teas, air travel, sex (just that it's interesting, not that I get luck, because I don't), LOVE! (shaddap), making coffee, Late night rambles, justice, profit, incense, hemp, highliters, formal attire, silver not gold, cruise ships, success, and comitment.
Expertise: I'm good at piano/keyboard.
Occupation: Barrista/Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
1/16/2002
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Now, What if someone, for whatever reason, is more magnetically charged than others, could it be possible that this constant magnetic charge could lead to a higher susceptibility to bacteria and bacterial infection since they natural compel such agents towards themselves? Could their be a manner in which organic tissues could be safely demagnetized?
These questions will haunt my dreams tonight...
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|  "I see places, fashionable places, where all the style people go to stand in line-stand in line, against the lights all perfectly designed full with attire. I see people, fashionable people go where the right people go to watch themselves for themselves, all for one and one for all stand against the wall, cause you're so over it all. So this is nothing personal, I've got nothing against you all, but if you can't select something that's really your own then why bother selecting at all?" -Whitey www.myspace.com/hellowhitey
There sometimes come times when I have to write down what I have to say in order to more thoroughly control the message I wish to convey. Often times when this happens, I find that my emotions are troubled, and somewhere between them all are a few souls that can get hurt. I have the choice to get in there way, crush them, or build them up. Sometimes though, it is better to do none of these things. Sometimes, when people force you into a corner where the arguments are illogical, and no answer is logical, then dissolving the avenues of communication between you and them, and acquire a place to leak out your communication addictions (like a blog) are superb routes. Keep in mind that one shouldn't have to question everything one feels, especially if it is in your heart, in your mind, and in your soul. Not everything I want is what I need. Don't look back, no worries. Take it easy. Blogs are whatever, fuck it.
Something simple, showing unconditional love, and I've heard that it brings things, what those things are at this certain time, I don't know. I just know I'm showing something funny right now.
The sky was so beautiful tonight as it fadded into the black, like soot covering temperd steal, and suspending sparks, and a solid white hot arc. It wonder if I am slag, ment to be scratched and scrapped away. Heavens are holly without me, people could stand just fine with my passing. I don't want to pass into the black, but I don't think I can suit this place, and these folks. I don't think I can fuse myself to divinity either. I am just a man.
I have become a very loving and hard working person. I'm not doing enough, and what I am doing isn't done right. I'm missing something right now too. I can't place my finger on it, but I feel like it isn't inside of me anymore. I'm not worthless, but I'm certainly not worthy either. I am pending on sucess, and I've been informed that failure is impending.
I'm not going to fight, but I will refuse to stop preforming. I'm underwater, however, I'm still alive, and I can hold my breath for years. I've paid well for what little grace I have. I don't believe anything will save me, so I choose love now, because I like it. Also, I like her. 
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| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
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| I've come across a mad scientist's wet dream. This web page is showing me all these pretty pictures and advanced explanations of every US patent, at least all that interest me. Library of Congress, eat your heart out! www.freepatentsonline.com | | |
| Happy 4:20! At least it was when I started this. A wise woman once said that statements without a point or attention to detail aren't communication, but inarticulate sounds. This is one of those sounds. A taste of tea. There are four main kinds of tea, i.e. the caffinated beverage best served hot. Each type of tea stems from the same plant, camillia sinensis. She is a strong plant, a wooded shrub with big rich leaves that reminded ancient theologians of the eyelids of buddha statues. Like other camillias, sinensis has beautiful flowers, and ironically, the most delicate of camillia flowers. The blossoms are big rich and white, but are often circumsized from the tree due to the fear that it is also the most susceptable to infection of all camillia blosssoms. The blossoms are arbitrary though, for it is in camillia sinensis's leaves that the true beauty exists. Depending on how one treats the leaf, the tea type is determined. If the leaf is picked immiediately after it has budded, i.e. while it is still soft green and pliable, it forms a white tea. If the leaf is allowed to mature, it becomes a green tea. IF the green tea leaf is partial oxidized, it forms oolong tea. If the green tea leaf is allowed to fully oxidize, then it becomes a black tea. If the green tea leaf is specially cut to strip the fibers, allowed to fully oxidize, and then rolled into little balls to seal the flavor, then that is a CTC black tea. The difference between regular Lipton Black Tea (from the bag), and CTC Lipton Orange Pekoe Black Tea is similar to the difference between a thorough romance, and a brisk fuck in the alley from a cheap hooker. Feel super, ok man? superman, by santogold. Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Well, you're a liar and your cues are all wrong, but I can count all the ways you woo me I watch you capture what I can't hold Now make make it make some sense to me You are, you are my, You are, you are my You are, you are my superman Hey, hey You got to live, you got to live you got to live Make it fly, bless your soul You get by, take me along But all the static here, it's tearing you apart-part You can't help the way you, you, you, you You are, you are my, you are, you are my you are my superman Hey you, hey hey, you, you, you can't wait so walk walk walk on now you know you saved me, Don't don't don't go hands down you are, you are my, you are, you are my, you are, you are my superman Hey hey you got to live you got to live you got to live hey hey hey hey hey hey I told someone today that my life was perfect, and they responded, "Coming from the Atheist?!" That is the cerntal theme of this page isn't it? I'd hate to deviate too far from that. Too bad (FRAGMENTed!) That's alot like SPECIALed! Hokus Pokus... Focus... moving waves... I've lost alot of time to something worthless. Turned my back on some really special things in life, and a chance to have a beautiful developement that has nearly passed me by, and the risk of loosing is very real, and dangerously close. These may be the happiest days of my life. This could be as good as it gets. | | |
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