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This is the night, what it does to you.

I have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion

15 August 1986

******Just so you know, I post to my deviantnation journal, which in turn posts here. So if you're confused by references to days of the week, or deviant talk, do not worry your pretty little head. It's been cross posted, and I don't feel like changing it!******

"I renounce fiction and fear. There is nothing to do but write the truth. There is no other reason to write. I have to write because of the compulsion in me. No more can I say. I kneel before you in spirit and pray for honesty."
- Jack Kerouac (letter to Neal Cassady)

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
-Jack Kerouac

This is Jynx here, alias Felix. I have a real name, but if you call me anything other than Jynx or Felix I will break your face. I live in Winnipeg and know more awesome people that you do. I smell terrific, have no children, nothing is sexier to me than bass, and I don't own a treehouse. I write poetry, like the green stuff and don't really care what you think about that, I'm addicted to online forums and dating sites, and I love my mother. That about covers it. Anything else you might be curious about, go ahead and ask. If your question pertains to my ass, please leave a detailed description of your own ass so I don't feel like I'm giving something for nothing.
I am one of those people who tends to "Rave", as the kids say. Not so much anymore, as I work so friggin' much, but nevertheless I still love the music. Well, most of it. I am fueled by loud noises, hugs, and spine-melting bass lines. I also dance for my dinner and have an excessive amount of 7 inch platformed stilettos.
I like buttons, shiny things, and elevators. not to mention tubas and girls. I have 2 rings on the both sides of my bottom lip and a stud in the middele of my top lip. I write alot of things, mostly poetry and stuff like that. I love art. I love to sing. I love to take pictures of crap, sculpt, paint, draw...you name it. What else...well I don't have much of a life. I mean, I do, but not really. I party at work. ha. I'm also on the internet alot. I like to go on expeditions at night(meaning walking around while intoxicated on one thing or another), underwear drawer expedtions, expeditions in general, the word expedition, and I like to raid your mothers fridge. Turtles are ALWAYS the exception, and so far I think it's safe to say I like penguins, dreadlocks, curious george, llamas, being a big lesbian, and fish. I like electronic music, as long as it's not too hard. House music ftw, breaks make me squirm and anything minimal will probably make my panties drop. I have facebook, but we all know facebook ruins lives, so i guess my life is ruined. I also like nudity. Oh and muffins. In other news, I hate mosquitoes, homophobes, and not being 8. I love 40's pinup girls, and vampires. How cliche am i? Now before I bore you all to death(there is more to add, believe me) I'm going to go waste time on mixhard.ca because it rules. Or facebook.
PS: I'm addicted to shrimp. Speaking of which, I'm going to go eat some. RIGHT NOW! Nice to meet you, and all that rot. *vanishes in a puff of smoke*

Because I like my face.

My back is pretty neat too. 'specially when it's laced up.

I like to dance and rip off my clothes.

80's music, alcohol, american beauty, american history x, bananas, beads, beatniks, being silly, belts, bettie page, big pants, black, blood, bondage, bongs/bong rips, bouffant hairdos, boys, bracelets, bridge trolls, bright eyes, bright makeup, buttons, chains, chuck palahniuk, clone high, cooking, coupons, curves, dashboard confessional, deviantnation, diablo 1&2, donnie darko, ducks, eating mostly meat, elliot smith, emo, empire records, fight club, figure skating, fire, fishnets, flashy lights, franks red hot, freaks, gaudy jewelry, geeks, gin caesars, giraffes, gnoming, green, grim and evil, hating everything!, historical shit, hoodies, jack kerouac, johnny depp, juice, keyboard cat, kitties, knives, leather, lesbians, lime flavoured anything, long black coats, long nighttime bike rides, long walks at night, lord of the rings, maddox, making out, mangoes, marshmallows, me, menthol cigarettes, metric, mia, minimal, mittens, modeling, mohawks, monty python, moulin rouge, mushroom soup, mxc, my mother, napoleon dynamite, nine inch nails, nozzles, old school pickup trucks, pandas, pants, piercings, pillaging, pirates, pixies, placebo, poetry, pointy things, politics, polkadots, pommegranates, radiohead, random strings of words, razorblades, reboot, red, requiem for a dream, robot chicken, sarcasm, scarves, sex, sexdrugs&techno, sharpies, singing, slurpees, snakes, something corporate, spaceballs, spaghetti, sparkly things, spiders, spikes, spongebob squarepants, star wars, stars, steak, sushi, suspenders, swords, tattoos, the dirty sticky floor, the internet, the l word, thoughts, trip hop, tuna, tutus, underwear drawer expeditions, value village, various cheeses, venetian snares, weird movies, wenches, whips, wrenches, you