By Jefferson Davis, on January 7th, 2009%
My mind gets on me nerves. Bits of poems and ideas pop into my head. I rearrange them into at least one stanza, but by the time I’m able to write them down, they go poof. Sometimes I wish that I could miniaturise myself and hop into that massive cosmos that is my ego brain. I’d . . . → Read More: Mental
By Jefferson Davis, on July 14th, 2008%
I talk about me self way too much. I don’t post enough. All of this is true. Yep! Welcome to my world. So, who the heck is this Jefferson Davis chap?
Welp, he is a very complicated dude with a simple core. He has more persona’s than he can name. Some of which are more active than . . . → Read More: Who is this bloke, Jefferson Davis anyway?
By Jefferson Davis, on July 6th, 2008%
Over the past few weeks I’ve been of an ill humour. My countenance has been riddled with an atrocious scowl. After much reflection and a bit of intuition, I finally figured out what was wrong. Like so many of my fellow bloggers, I’m a very creative person. I have to put my artistic talents to use . . . → Read More: Riddled countenance
By Jefferson Davis, on May 18th, 2008%
As I sit here in me room waiting for me water to boil, I conjure up the best moments of the day. It has been a magnificent day here in Dublin. I walked about 25km today. My feet are sore but it was worth it.
The past two days were a bit rough due to jet . . . → Read More: Lost Puppy has finally found his home..
By Jefferson Davis, on November 18th, 2007%
Yesterday, I went with the Art Club down to the High Museum in Atlanta, Georgia. On the way down, I sat in the window seat on the bus and a pretentious – egotist bloke sat beside me. He blabbered on about different pieces we were going to be observing and buttered up one . . . → Read More: High Museum: Part One