Johnny J's blog: "Pieces of my heart some form of art."

Self destruction, some sort of heartless function. My soul under construction. Trying to find a new junction. Pressure building, it brings a feeling, of my loathing nature. do not disturb. Endless hallways of a dark decent. I have found my self imploding, not finding sanity's edge. One day I shall never get out of bed.

My melting earth. We have become one. Can not be undone. Rearrange your mind. Find a new thought. Caught up in it. no doubt. expand. we have began. to understand. each other. peace on earth. do we deserve. to love each other. johnny j.

unravel A road less traveled. You begin to unravel. Like a swetter being pulled apart by a thread. Become the walking dead. The newest trend. Maybe someday you will find a true friend.

Evolution of a hand grenade Evolution of a hand grenade. Its the broken heart brigade. Biggest riddle how to pull the trigger. I see no evil Hear no evil Speak no evil. Come on baby Lets go round. Get down and visit the ground.

i hope you read this i hope u see this i hope you breathe this i hope everything you eat taste like this i hope you feel this i hope you love this i hope u cant take this i hope u choke on this i hope u cant cope with this i hope u understand

rubix cube whispering in my ear. making me feel like i cant be touched by my fears. i look into your eyes and see deep inside your mind. figuring you out is like doing a rubix cube blind. someday ill understand why we couldn't withstand the test of time.

human design i love the touch of your skin. feeling you from being deep down in. being inside you is bliss. your nails running across my back. not knowing how to act. looking into your eyes being as close to you as human design. kissing you good bye and wondering why.

Everyday I walk down an isle of time and cut my feet on pieces broken heart. Every bloody I leave behind tells a story of a time I've cried. ........................... i look into a dark box. looking familiar, i see your soul. i grab a hold of another random thought. how hard we have fought. everyday you go deeper in your hole. you cant allow your self to let go. swallow your pride. allow your self to go on a ride. seeing the nights pass. you have a tighter grasp. don't let go, take control. dig your self out this hole.

rays of sun beating down from the sky, going straight into my eyes. i ask my beating headache, please just go away! i grab for the sunglasses and ask my self, "why?" i drank too much, but hey "THATS OK!" make me a gin and tonic, so ill continue and play. make me a jack and coke, so i can stay another day. another drink downed, another half pound and maybe a yag and some yay.

Desk Jockies We are the warriors behind the desk. Stains of war, paint our hands in the form of whiteout and ink. We fight off starvation with ordering chinese food in the nick of time and rationing out our water cooler water in 8oz cups. The threat of hypothermia is always a great risk for us , luckely we can protect our self against the FRIGID ARTIC BLAST of the air conditioner with hoodies and coats. But we are warriors! Scared from our battles, we quickly band aide our battle wounds, of paper cuts and the feared cardboard cuts, continuing with our mighty battle! Not even the mighty war cries of the paper shredder can scare us away! We have our obstacles such as jammed faxed machines and broken keyboards but we overcome and conquer our obstacles like the first person to climb mount everest! WE ARE THE PROUD THE WARRIORS OF THE OFFICE THE DESK JOCKIES