A written history of Bobby Jameson and his search through the past. Working my way back through the jungle of drug addiction and booze. My family life as a kid was the breeding ground for addicts. No self worth, no help, and one chance to get out alive. Music was the horse I rode out on...and the music business was the horse I rode into hell. Pronounced dead twice from drug over doses, I lived to tell how the pursuit of fame is as deadly as any narcotic I have ever used.
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Monday, February 1, 2010
(part 211) THE ANATOMY OF CONVERSATION
WORDS
LIKE BLOOD...
FLOWING THROUGH
THE ARTERY OF A
SENTENCE...
THE SOFT FLESHY
MEAT OF MEANING....
THE TISSUE...
THE GIST OF IT...
A MOVEMENT
IN TIME
CAPTURED ON
DIGITAL PAPER
IMMORTALIZED...
EXISTING IN
TIMELESSNESS
FOREVER....
WANDERING THE
UNIVERSE OF
WRITTEN WORDS
SEARCHING FOR
EYES
TO THROW ITSELF
INTO
A MIND TO
CONVEY ITSELF
TO....
WORDS...
THE ANATOMY
OF CONVERSATION
THE FRAMEWORK
OF THOUGHT
THE AFTER BIRTH
OF CONCEPT
BORN OUT OF
NEED TO
EXPRESS ITSELF
IN THE
ABSOLUTE
AND ABSTRACT
OF HUMAN
COMMUNICATION.........
Bobby Jameson Feb 1, 2010