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JIMMY VALENTINE / Blog

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I saw the best minds destroyed by religion, hungry insane stripped bare,running through the burning streets at dusk looking for another empty fix,Demon eyed hippies yearning for the ancient spiritual connection to the starry abyss in the mechanism of the evening,who indigent and disheveled and empty-eyed and wasted stayed awake smoldering in the supernatural darkness of ice-water oceans floating over the skies of city's introspective blues,who made naked their brains to the cosmos under El and saw Mohammedan angels stumbling on factory roof tops light up by the lovely lonely moon,who wandered the universities with glowing eyes dreaming amidst the teachers of war,who were spat out from the scholarly institutions for insanity & promoting revolting songs in the corridors of the mind,who hidden in squalid rooms in tattered negligee' , burning their money in dumpsters and eavesdropping the horror through the thin wall,who got caught in their rectal secrets returning from Austria with a balloon of heroin for Chicago,who consumed flame in tin motels or drank gasoline in Eden's Alley, flirting with mortality ,and tortured their bodies and minds night after endless night with lucid dreams, dangerous drugs, and living nightmares, booze and one hundred foot cocks fucking fifty foot vaginas,Glorious dark streets of stuttering cold and electricity in the imagination bound for the Middle East, lighting up the still world of moments in between,Opium makes solid the passages, front yard greenery cemetery morning, nodding out on the roof, storefront neighborhoods of addicted joyriders on hidden camera sun and moon and plant emanations in the screaming winter sunsets of South Haven, waste basket musings and a pretty prince absent of rationale,who chained themselves to elevated trains for the endless ride from Cicero to holy Hell on morphine the noise of the wheels and the youth sobering shivering lips cracked and beaten down mind drained of innovation in the dim light of prison,who descended every evening in the underwater light of Scatchell's floating out and sitting through the old refer smoke evening in abandon sound gardens, listening to the beginning of the end on the Atomic Radio,

The Truth

They give us false gods

And tell you all in his name

Don't take away the medicine

Nothing takes away the pain

Someday the Lords will die

They've killed themselves before

Soon the gods will be dead

No one will create anymore

I'm powerful enough to say

What others dare not think

About pedophile priests, suicide bombers

And abortions in the sink

Catch me on a better day

I'll join your suicide cult

Slow motion tragedy

You're so full of yourself

I don't need a religion

For spirituality

The spirit inside you

Music sets the spirit free

I worshipped your gods

I tried to behave

Fuck what you say

Nothing makes me happy

Got those ciggarettes

Drinking the gasoline

I know this is freedom

It says so on TV

No remorse no regret

Bring on the guillotine

Can't remember don't forget

To forget about me

What they call respect

Is fear in disguise

Thier gods thier courts and laws

Are nothing but lies

GAZE INTO THE CENTER

Body: A RESEVOIR A WARRIOR HOLDING BACK A RIVER OF MADNESS FLOWING OUT OF AN OCEAN OF SADNESS A SINGLE HEARTBEATS THUNDEROUS RAGE ONE TORCHLIGHT YET UNEXTINGUISHED ONLY STARS REMAIN FREE FORM THOUGHT WHERE NOTHING MATTERS SCARS FROM PAST EXISTENCE SOULS LEFT IN TATTERS ONE THING YOU SEE ANOTHER YOU DONT ONE THING YOU DO ANOTHER YOU WONT FOR THE WANT OF A COMET OH TO RIDE ON ITS TAIL A COSMIC WIND BLOWS AN ADVENTURER SETS SAIL ONE PIECE OF THE PUZZLE LIES YET TO BE FOUND UP HIGH IN THE HEAVENS AND DEEP BELOW THE GROUND THESE WORDS BUT A RIDDLE AN ANSWER FOR YOU ALL YOUNG AS WELL AS OLD GREAT AS WELL AS SMALL NOT SO MUCH A LACK OF MOTIVATION MORE THE WANT OF A NAIL A LEAKY ROOF ONE BY ONE THE DROPS FILL THE PAIL A KINGDOM TO BUILD A KINGDOM A NATION NOT SO MUCH A LACK OF MOTIVATION MORE THE WANT OF A NAIL

The Tao of jimmy Valentine

The Tao of jimmy Valentine...1. THE ONLY WAY TO ACCOMPLISH THE SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE IS TO REQUEST THE UTTERLY RIDICULOUS ...A.]  OUR PAIN MAKES US WHO WE ARE. WE NEED IT TO KEEP US IN PERSPECTIVE...OUR PAIN TELLS US SOMETHING IS WRONG AND LETS US KNOW WHAT IT IS...IT IS THEN THE TASK OF THE INDIVIDUAL TO LEARN AND ADAPT ACCORDINGLY........B.]  THE TRUE TEST OF A WARRIOR IS TO CONQUER THE WARRIOR WITHIN.....THERE ARE TIMES WHEN NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU BEAT SOMEONE DOWN NO LESSON IS LEARNED AND NO PURPOSE IS SERVED OTHER THAN TO VENT YOUR FRUSTRATIONS ON SOMEONE TOO STUPID TO LEARN ANYTHING FROM THEIR BEATING...A TRUE WARRIOR KNOWS HOW MUCH OF A BAD MOTHERFUCKER HE IS AND IS IN NO HURRY TO HAVE TO PROVE IT TO ANYONE BECAUSE HE HAS NOTHING TO PROVE...WHEN OTHERS RESORT TO VIOLENCE WORDS ARE HIS WEAPONS AND HE WINS EVERY TIME.C.]IN ORDER TO MOVE FORWARD...WE MUST FIRST BREAK THE CYCLE...THIS BEING PERHAPS THE TRICKIEST OF ALL THE PRECEPTS...IT IS OUR INDIVIDUAL CYCLIC BEHAVIOR THAT EITHER PROPELS US FORWARD TO SUCCESS OR HOLDS US BACK TO WALLOW IN FAILURE...EACH OF US HAS A RESPONSIBILITY TO OUR SELVES TO BE THE BEST YOU THAT  YOU CAN..BREAKING OUR PATTERN BASED BEHAVIOR IS SIMPLE...ABRUPT DISCONTINUATION OF EXISTING HABITS...IN ALL REALMS...PHYSICAL,MENTAL, AND EMOTIONAL...IN ORDER TO DO THIS ONE MUST HAVE HIS OR HER OWN PAIN IN PERSPECTIVE...THE SOURCE OF THE PAIN AND THE LESSONS LEARNED FROM IT...WHEN THE PAIN BECOMES ONLY A PARTICLE OF WISDOM IT CEASES TO HURT AND THUS FACILITATES THE WARRIOR IN ALL OF US BEING ABLE TO CONQUER THE PHYSICAL REALM BY SPIRITUAL AND INTELLECTUAL MEANS AS OPPOSED TO BY FORCE AT WHICH POINT THE CYCLES ARE BROKEN AND THE INDIVIDUAL WILL PROSPER AND BE HAPPY...THE MAIN PRINCIPAL AND THREE PRECEPTS ARE SIMPLE AND MIX WELL WITH ANY RELIGION OR PHILOSOPHY FEEL FREE TO PICK AND CHOOSE MIX AND MATCH.....JUST PLEASE LEARN LOVE NURTURE AND GROW.............I LOVE YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE....jimmy valentine

thank you..

i would just like to take a moment to thank everyone who takes the time to listen to my music...myspace serves a very important purpose for musicians ...provided they do not use bot programs to boost thier plays...first myspace allows you to get a good feel for your target audience..if you do not know your target audience myspaceand sites like reverb nation will help you find it...secondly myspace puts you in direct contact with your audience in a way never before possible!!!as an artist i would rather have 3 plays for the day from people who truly wanted to listen to my stuff than 599587 plays generated by bots to feed my already too big ego and to look like i am something i am not...artists who inflate their play counters in such ways are pussies too afraid of their own success or failure to give the wonderful tool that is myspace a chance to work for them in the way it was intended...so thank you all for my 19 plays or whatever i got today....i did not just wake up one day and poof as if by magic could play and sing like i do...it took many years of work and discipline and knowing that there are a handfull of people out there who dig my stuff makes it all worthwhile!!!!I LOVE YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE!!!![unless you use bots, then you suck!]   jimmy Valentine

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