thefauxpaspress

Jason Fresh, 32, Maschio, Stati Uniti
www.fauxpaspress.comUltimo accesso: Gennaio 2011

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  • Ushandul

    As pretentious as you go about it, your words coincide with mine. Not to say that I'm not pretentious as well, I am. Regardless, in the endgame of it all, how do you think we should fix this? It's the one question I dare not ask alone.

    29 Mar 2010 Rispondi
  • andybloom1971

    You seem like a very interesting person. Please accept the add regardless of our exceptionally high compatibility

    5 Feb 2010 Rispondi
  • Kyzumi

    You seem like a very interesting person. Please accept the add regardless of our low compatibility

    27 Dic 2009 Rispondi
  • Shan0by

    What music is like mono? Can you suggest some?

    17 Set 2009 Rispondi
  • Tyronnasaurus

    nice music, i suggest listening to sleepmakeswaves. they have an amazing split ep out now.

    3 Set 2009 Rispondi
  • ew5

    No problem at all Jason. And thanks that you corrected me. Really appreciate that. My English is not perfect yet but believe me or not I am trying hard:) So if you see somewhere my shout with any minor punctuational errors again please don't hesitate and do it again.

    29 Ago 2009 Rispondi
  • ew5

    I am sorry I think that you have red a little bit more books than I have and English is not my first language. But I have to tell you that I have seen a few your shouts and I am not the person who has problem with anger and tolerance. This way of self-expression which you are using I would expect from a teenager who is looking for himself and still can't find it and not from somebody who is meant to be an adult person nor from somebody who calls himself a POET. As a poet you should have much better vocabulary and be able replace words like fuck, mother fucker, bitch etc. with much more interesting words. Maybe it is some kind of provocation and you think that this is cool. Maybe it is too much drugs and you were not able to make it or maybe you're just trying to copy Bukowski. Have a nice and more importantly HAPPY listening here and more 4 pound shits obviously you are very proud of them. Welcome on last.fm Jason

    26 Ago 2009 Rispondi
  • LAST.HQ

    Welcome aboard, thefauxpaspress! Happy listening.

    25 Ago 2009 Rispondi

Descrizione

I am the Poet of the Water, filled with the indignant fury of Western society, aimed at the expansion of the Self and elevation of mankind. I am the writer and philosopher of The Apostate Hymns, the sage of The Faux Pas Press. My name is Jason Fresh. No other season to create but on the eve of destruction. And there going to evict my neighbors property tomorrow. I won't mourn it. I will talk to the City Clerk, find out how much they owe, and buy that motherfucker. Yes. I'll keep writing for you. Even if I live in a van and have all of my belongings in a fanny pack. Yes. I like folk stuff. But I won't be able to fit a banjo in my fanny pack. No, just my ID and a membership to the Garbage Pale Kids Club. Oh, and a plastic bag full of cheerios.

There isn't much else that can be explained about me other than what you can read for yourself @ www.fauxpaspress.com. I believe my artistic expression is enough of me for most people to recieve. No time for the psychic vampires. Can you begin to see what the Universe is doing if you are too busy consuming and posturing? No, you certainly can not. You must go to the East end of the Fold in Fabric of Night and meet your muse or you will never know.

Fist full of nails. When the bridges burn beautifully. All allies appear. Born again. For they are new friends with no where to begin. No wounds to mend. How much space they will take, and how they will bend. Surely, oh, surely, the heart is the end. There are no substitutions to the hurt. No life like this one. No hybrid more curt. There’s a well-mannered man who kept all his ties. Yes, minded his manners. Yes, said his goodbyes. Yes, always said, “yes.” Yes, never said, “no”. Yes, minded the trails of half opened plans and spun sport to his foe. He broke no engagement but always enjoyed the look from his wife as she shook her fat face. In disgrace. When he comes home with nothing to show. For he ever spoke pathetic yes. As if wearing a blue satin dress. His strands of balding hair in a big pathetic mess. When he’d come home from the race, all kinds of neat tails. A book full of lies and a fist full of nails. Spinning into oblivion where the bugaboo sails. With a mouth of yes and a fist full of nails. With a garage full of food and a fist full of nails. If you don’t burn bridges. Tanks upon ridges. Drinking gallons of opium flavored piss will come to your house with a boom. Zoom. Hiss. Leaving you lifeless on a couch of content. No rent. And book of sad tails. A mouth full of yes and fist full of nails.

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