Author Archives: German Jones

“Yea, from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy lovely heart all alone shall live Within the book … Continue reading →

I am one of those people you see on the bus, in the coffeeshop, walking down the street, reading Harry Potter. I am obsessed. My imagination has been pricked and it needs the fulfillment of tearing through these children’s masterpieces. … Continue reading →

This lovely new google search, which brought someone to Tony, asks a couple tasty questions. The first, of a more prurient interest, is what was this person hoping to find? It isn’t as overtly sexual as some past searches (like, … Continue reading →

The fundamental building blocks of color. Simplicity. And the taste of a Superman ice cream cone. I have associations with them all, but the only emporer is the emporer of ice cream. And yes, it tastes a lot like Vanilla, … Continue reading →

Having recently posted a blog about losing control, German surveyed his surroundings. It was warm outside, and his body was covered in sweat. He was stretched out on the bed, which was covered in puffy white linens. Cloud-like. He was … Continue reading →

Yes, but whose? I spent the bulk of this past week postponing my educational requirements in order to indulge various impulses or fears. This would lead me to believe that I am in control. But that claim has no real … Continue reading →

There was a time when I did not fear a lot of things. I was oblivious. I confessed my love to my friends, I wrote endless stream-of-conciousness essays for my highschool literature classes, and I ran everywhere I went. Today … Continue reading →

Eight hours of sleep, some coffee, and several items marked off of the growing “to do” list and I still feel like I’m bound up tightly. Something is boiling inside of me, the pressure, yet I cannot crack the shell. … Continue reading →

My mood is confrontational, but it is also inward. The only expression so far has been my undershirt with horizontal stripes paired with the overshirt that features both diagonal and vertical stripes. The colors, widths, and general feel are all … Continue reading →

You’re to blame For wasted words of sad refrain Oh let them take me where they may Believe me when I say I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance And I will be your screech and … Continue reading →