They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway. They say that life's a game then they take the board away. They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story, then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret.
I love punk. I like ska. I like reggae. I like Oi!. I like the blues. Metal and hardcore have been growing on me lately.
I'd rather not type out a huge list no one will read, so suffice to say Rise Against, Anti-Flag, Alkaline Trio, No Trigger, Strike Anywhere, Rancid, Time Again, Operation Ivy, The Explosion, The Clash, A Wilhelm Scream, The Unseen, The Rabble, Witch Hunt, Leftover Crack, Star Fucking Hipsters and The Distillers are my all-time favorites.
Movies
Most anything.
Television
I'm trying to wean myself off TV.
Books
Anything and everything.
Heroes
Good writers. Shitty writers who speak from the heart. Protesters. Punk rock lifers. Survivors. Idealists.
About me: My name is Jake Pathetic. Or Jake Headache. Or Seditous Jake. Or that America-hating flag-burning commie asshole. Whichever you prefer.
I'm a cynical idealist, a self-loathing narcissist, a psychotic philosopher, a pervert and a romantic. I'm a study in contradictions, and proudly so. Makes me interesting. Think twice before you call me a hypocrite, you're probably worse.
The only moral absolute to which I hold myself or anyone else is to live by what one feels is right and do no harm to another human being, which includes the forceful imposition of beliefs. Other than that we can all do what the fuck we want.
I am an emotional person. I'm a true romantic, dyed in the wool. I've been through my share of Hell in my short life, and judging me for my ways of dealing with the fallout is a good way to lose some teeth. Friendly warning.
I'm a punk, and fucking proud of it. Don't call it a label, you really can't understand unless you've been part of it. It's not a phase or something to which I conform so I can fit in; it's become a part of who I am, and I'd rather die than give it up.
I like it this way, and if you don't, I'll cordially ask you to lick me where I shit and just have a fantastic fucking day while I get on with my life.
I am an anarcho-communist. Talk politics with me, I'll be your friend. I can't stand homophobia, ignorance, racism, warmongering, or laissez-faire capitalism.
Who I'd like to meet: Punk rockers of any kind. Pretty much anyone friendly.
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oi mother fucker! hope you feel better man, sorry if i was bugging you last night. its all good tho man, i just chilled with david last night. i can't wait to see you dude and get so fucking drunk with you. hey did you read my blog comment? that came straight from the heart. thats how i feel and it isn't changing anytime soon. i got lots of stories and rants to share with you. i kinda know how you feel man, about what happened when you were my age. im going through the same shit you did, but not as bad. some ppl take shit about your depression, but i always have your back. i tell them that they don't know what the fuck their talking about and you don't know what its like. fuck there's so much shit i wanna say to you. when i see you, were gonna talk for hours man. well i hope i get my home visit and see you soon. fuck, i've noticed how i always want to get you fucked up. remember the good old days when i brought over weed and robo and beer. i just like you when your high, your so fucking funny, just a good trip buddy. well keep it punk, be proud of who you are, and keep happy man. hope this cheers you up a bit. peace out man. i'll call you tonight
Jacob Guyon. You are everything to me. And more than that. THE most amazing person I have ever met. You're so smart. And funny. And talented. And gorgeous. You make me happy. Whenever I'm with you, I can't help but smile. You're my spaz. :) When you hold my hand, I find it hard to breathe. When we kiss, my heart stops. I miss you every time we're apart. I know we fight. And we have ups and downs. But, no relationship is perfect. And we always make it through. You are by far the best person I have ever been with. And that means A LOT to me.
hey whats up? i have 7 bucks so far, but i can get more. so i can pay you in gas money and beer money. dude i just met this dude who is fryed and smells like hella weed. well i talked to him and he said that his friend is some rich oil person and said he'll hook me up with a job and shit one day. he whiped out his sach and i smelled it and it was DANK. lol that was fucking random
lol no i didnt, my ass hasn't been raped. i am getting a home visit next friday, could you come over late at night and pick me up? i need your phone number. and i am working on my new jacked. i have been jacking studs from belts and got a plaid scarf wraped around the right arm and stuff. yeah a lot of ppl think i am weird and retarded and fucking hate me, but fuck them, i don't fucking care. i am still keeping it strong, i am still who i am and im not changing. so whats been up?
