Hello. My name is Jazz.
I'm 18 years old.
"insane".
Thats bull shit.
all that means is that i can stare someone in the eyes and kill them without an ounce of guilt.
I Hate the town that I live in, and most of the people that I have met.
Right now, I'm working on getting into Chemeketa to study auto mechanics.
so Im very happy.
In about 2 years or so, I would like to move to North Carolinia.
I'm NOT stupid.
I'm very wise for my age.
"old soul".
I'm a pretty easy person to get along with. I'm a very good listener.
I will always show you the same respect that you show me.
so, disrespect me- then you better fear me.
I am very opinionated.
My family means nothing to me.
they didn't help me get anywhere in life. They just held me down.
so the way I look at it is, Its just me.
And so far, I'm doing pretty fucking good on my own.   








Theres 8 stages of trust.
1. trust with a hope.
2. trust with a word.
3. trust with a gaurantee.
4. trust with a item.
5. trust with a secret.
6. trust with a lifetime of secrets.
7. trust with a heart.
8. trust with a life.


Not very many people get pass number 5 with me.






PLEASE DON'T PUSH YOUR BELIEFS ON ME.
I'm gay, and I understand that alot of people find that wrong.    
I hate fake people, cheaters and liers. I'm not the type of person to sit and judge. and I hate confrination- sometimes. If you do somthing to lose my trust, it will never be fully be earned back. so be careful.
I wont go off on you and yell and scream that you lied to me.
I will take it to heart and bite my tounge- and always remember to keep an eye on you.
I love meeting new people.
I'll except anyone that adds me, but I will only give you a week to hit me up before I delete you.
One day, I would love to be a mechanic.
I have a beautiful girlfriend that means alot to me.
right now- I'm very afraid to break her heart and cursh her world.
But im trying to do whats needs to be done, to show her that shes my heart.
I love you very much Kasandra Ann. <3
anyways, I smoke, and drink.
I smoke pot to relax more then party.
but I'm down for both.:)
hit me up.


































Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.


Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.


Month Three
You know what mommy, I'm a girl!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.


Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.


Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's an abortion?


Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!


Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me mommy?


Every Abortion Is Just . . .


One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.








One of my hobbies is to write poetry.
I got into the international hall of poetry for this one and its personaly my favorite.
I hope u like it.



~Not Real~
I'm an unwanted angel,
with a broken wing.
I'm not boy, nor girl,
I'm an unusual thing...

I have no emotions,
I can not cry.
I can't explain it,
I have no idea why.

I'm not sweet,
and I try not to be mean.
However I am blind,
by the unusual things I have seen.

I'm not black,
or even white.
If you need me,
you can find me at night.

I'm not alive,
perhaps I'm dead.
So take a look back,
at everything I have said.

cut my wrists,
do what you need.
I am not human,
I do not bleed.

I walk the earth,
searching for a clue.
Who knows,
Maybe I am searching for you...

I'm crawling through the dark,
screaming for light.
But you ended my search,
by making everything right.

Now I know,
why I can't feel.
You helped me realize,
I am not real.





             
                                                    
     






http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zMflRZm-iA - this is a video of me and my bestfriend






When I die,
Show no hate,
Send my soul to heavens gates,
Dig my grave six feet deep,
Put two matches by my feet,
Put two hatchets on my chest
and tell my homies I did my best

One day- I will die.
Just like all you weak humans.
the only diffrence is- I will never give up.
I will go down bloody, broken and fighting.
Do you have faith?