Jon D'souza

student

guys, anime, goth, industrial, art, painting, reading, thrift stores, shopping, groping, alcohol, pirates.

i havent read a book i didnt like, with the exception of Ulysses, i love manga esp any thing by the collective CLAMP the art is amazing and so is the story, American Psycho, 1984, i love anything by Woolf and Angelou...

Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Silence of the Lambs, Moulin Rouge, Southpark the Movie, Memento, the Ah My Goddess Movie, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Matrix, The Matrix : Reloaded, The Animatrix, Heathers, Ghost in the shell, From Hell, Margaret Cho

marilyn manson, NIN, Blondie, BJORK, Radiohead, BIF naked, Garbage, No Doubt, Fischerspooner, Linkin Park, no country and rap is usually a no, Ladytron, Classical music, Tori Amos, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday

SIMPSONS, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, King of the Hill, i don't really watch that much TV

life has changed in this sleepy little town I call myself.
the seasons change and as the do so does the landscape.
familiar faces become warn and vanish into the abyss.
glasses half empty go unfilled wandering through the
darkened winter streets. only the splintering hail is
there to keep them company. children grow, happy birthday,
people change. eloquent dreams of sangine hue filter into
the desolate streets. life returns flowers emanate from
the once crystalline ground. a polychromatic spree jumps
from the umber landscapes. laughter is heard echoing
through the emeraldesq foothills the only oppressive binds
are daisy chains forged in the soft summer wind by the
delicate hands of little ones at play. lonely peaks are
brought warmth by the sun, and soft luminescence by the
moon. the stars always shine upon the tiny village, all
are content, all are happy. through all the sorrow and
pain that these kind folks trudge through they still find
a reason to smile.

so well, this is me. this who i am. for the most part.
people ask me why i never smile in pictures. i have no
reason. do cellos need a reason to make music. i may seem
a mite crazy, as i am, as all artist are. my family is of
no consequence to me as they do not accept me as a whole
individual. they accept only the parts that they want to
and deny the rest. they call me a worn out druggie, they
call me unclean, they don't call me Jonathan.... its
ironic that they call me by false names and refuse to call
me the only true thing about me. as all who know me will
tell you, i am not a druggie, nor am i unclean. god gave
me a big mouth for 2 reasons
1) im a bi-homo
2) im outspoken and as such a small mouth would not make
as much noise
i like people all kinds of people, i see the novel from
the cover. as my friends will tell you i read people liked
books. i can solve almost any problem that anyone has as i
am the "mom" who give advice. i look forward to finding my
family, my own family...
my husband
my children
my white picket fence
my black mini-van
my shitty child worn furniture complete with crayon and
juice stains
my golden retriever
until then i shall have these things these people, these
familiar faces that i have yet to see, in my dreams.
beyond all odds i have struggled through my life, there
are more that have struggled harder than i have.
people look right through me, as if this glass harp were
nothing more than a copper box.
inside is a bit of me inside are the pages to my story.
there and back again, no there and never look back again.
outside on the fringe is where i find solace. nothing will
stop me from my dream, nothing mill come between me and my
life. my future. my unborn, unnamed children. my writing
keeps me sane. its 1:15 in the morning, do you know where
your life is....

Gorgons, and the dregs of society... those are always the
best people.
im taking applications for a new romantic lead.... any
takers?