John Dawson.
I'm a full-time student-vocalist-percussionist-blogger-tweeter-gamer-writer-director. I spend most of my valuable time living, breathing, eating, thinking, and sleeping. I like knowing what's going on in the world around me at all times, so I'm constantly social networking. I either sleep too little or too much. I wear hoodies & jackets more than I should, and I'm often seen in pants that make my feet look comically larger than they actually are. I fully support Same-Sex Marriage and Civil Rights in general. I'm accepting, open-minded, and against prejudice and discrimination of any kind.
Never stop l(i/o)ving.
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“When we acknowledge the mystery of value in every human life, and witness to such, we thrive, and succeed, and protect one another. We choose to stand up for that belief. We will fight for it, expand our talent and exhaust our bodies in its pursuit, and define a generation of human belonging.”
We are the Fourth Estate.
Directing over 600 activists to do choreography & form massive shapes with their collective body as a whole? No big deal… if you’re Jason Russell.
Court is now in session, or so it seems, & the lesson’s Inception: you’re in my dreams. White tee, torn seams, sleeping through sunbeams for one more minute. I wanna stay in it.
You’re on my summer reading list. Hard to get & harder missed. The answers are somewhere at the end & the manual’s on backorder. Never known for taking chances. I just collect ‘em. I’m a hoarder. We’re all written in the same code, but adventure’s added in variation. Got a moon-sized heart that’s built for two, & you can bet it’s no space station.
(I almost forgot about this. Posting here so I don’t.)
Fingers crossed it’ll give me The Force or a cool steamboat.
And brick on brick, wall by wall, my barrier is never tall enough to keep her from causing me to fall.
And in she comes. Wall to wall, the only thing heard is her call, the one to make me give to her my all.
Please, don’t take her from my head. For if her memory is gone, then hope for me is surely dead.
