Creativity with a passion…for a purpose!
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
From the mind of an unknown source …
” Thinking. Knowing. Trying to get perfect synergy going. Hammered my pinkie when I was a construction worker. A lurker is always there now … What are you doing became a constant question I spoke … Huh? … “
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
” Gone are the ones that inflict pain in the script. No Judas, but they weren’t hay or highs … No viruses in to say permanent byes … Startled, but tempered! Nervous with an old lady staring failing with the backing- … up! … No alcohol in my cup! Just h20 to hydrate a bro! A door slam by a wham bam thank you, ma’am!!! Waiting to urinate … NOT to infiltrate … negative!!! Only positive to ones near as I live!!! … ”
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
From the mind of an old traveler? …
” Ralley caps in the back. Nothing a quarantine can’t fix eh? Staring at a wall like that’s something that will respond. The virus is an upset, but what’s the grandiose exit? A Dave Ranchero I speak of?!?! “
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
” The man picked up his handkerchief only to realize a frog jumped in his lap and mucous-like substance was on said handkerchief … Denver Rollercoaster was his name … Unfortunate times with Dave panders away. A powerful man in Pemberbury, MD can’t see yet it’s a mystery to me how it all went down … “
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
From the mind of a strange one witnessing…
” Walking home one night I couldn’t believe what my eyes were to see. Honking? Horn-ing from a train as I was walking home from school. Night classes, I took at a local community college. An English major but the take is so awe-inspiring! Just as almost crossing the last street right before my setup of a step into my street I saw it … The road appeared foggy in front of me. The back felt crumbly but … ”
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
” Eyes. Large. No … Small blue eyes. Mouth salivating, but it’s just salt … Sprays from a bottle. Bruised faces. Hair to look so stupid, yet, the romantic laughter is no cupid! … … A face stupid or is it babbled from just spewing lies … What’s this hoopla explained in Tinetians? “
To Be Continued …
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As told by Jake Johnstone … poetry rhyme form:
” An hourglass shifted. Leeches lifted. Tobacco smoke reprimanded my humanity and stricken me … stiffened me … and anger dissipated into ignoring the ignorance. Less hair into an angel with an angle!!! Words felt the same but the pronunciations were different, malignant, and belligerent … In a minute I’m minute …An angle to foresee … a Mystery to be … But … that’s only half of my story … The other half is just me … Searching … Searching for a phone … All alone … What was really real felt like a mirage in front of me … About 20 running deer and bulls running alongside each other right at me … Of course that never happened … ”
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As told by Jake Johnstone … From the mind of a Dave Ranchero …
” The oranges became peeled. The slips became more real than a slip on a banana peel. To think felt numb. To be numb even felt like a fantasy. I will continue my story as a sad vampire for many many more days … !!! “
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As told by Jake Johnstone … From the mind of a Dave Ranchero:
” I wanted to end myself … die tragically in the pits of despair. Matthews’ tied into spicy waffles and my stomach just would churn … These days … I envision myself to eternally burn but the escape is so real every day… or should I say night? … “
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As told by Jake Johnstone:
Like it was read at a stadium … full of an empathetic personality :
” I was always told to stop listening to what they tell me. I didn’t know of the forward approach; but do you know the backwards approach or anything other than what was bred into you at a young age. What absolutely told me was absolute! Does this make sense in your recollection of the understanding of things? What about the slamming of the doors? Do you or anyone pay attention to what’s right in front of you anymore? Are there insects crawling around feelings in your nose? … then a family member calls … For the attracted ones you wouldn’t know of me … An apple that costs $131.00 SLAMMING DOLLARS … Can’t tell you … Must walk away …
To whom it may concern,
Qbert Wilkinson “
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