― Chit Duree, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The message Jon is trying to communicate can be found in the second to last word in everything he writes.
Love. Jon's message is one of love. Love for you, love for me, love for all of God's chilluns.
Since, because of geographical differences, I can't buy him a drink, I'll make myself two right now.
― Oliver K., Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I don't think you'll find anyone who would consider Jon a 'dud'. He's converted just about everyone, except maybe David Bowie, and fuck that hack.
― mick, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Chadly, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― masonic boom, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Patrick, part-time moderator, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh God! yes, I am serious, but no you don't need to worry about me. Yes, I am the most rejected, downtrodden and despised person on this planet - no kidding - but also the most beautiful. I'm a psychic sewer for all your excrement, but it only makes me stronger and more beautiful because I forgive it time after time. I've been savaged by this world, ripped to pieces in fact, until there's absolutely nothing left of me. Just a gaping hole where a lovely little boy used to be. I'm utterly bereft of desire, of suffering, of violence, of sexuality, of anything that makes you human. No, you wouldn't want to be me. Any sensible person would have killed themselves years ago, but I didn't because I love you. And I'm on fire with that love for all the shit and savagery that that passes for humanity.
So, yep, I'm the biggest dud you will ever find.
― Johnathan, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Friday, 15 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I don't know how David Bowie feels about Jon, but I can't imagine he'd be too impressed.
― Justin D. Leach, Saturday, 16 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Saturday, 16 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
You and your friends are welcome to dismiss my love as morbid fascination. That's no concern of mine. What are early fireworks to you is a burning truth that has lit my darkness through years of the deepest deprivation. My "goddess" doesn't matter here; what matters is the love that has transformed me, that continues to transform me, that has destroyed me and built me anew. After that, who gives a fuck about triteness?
Except you and David Bowie.
― Johnathan, Saturday, 16 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Doctor Faustroll, Saturday, 16 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Roger Lodge, Sunday, 17 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jack cole, Tuesday, 19 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Roger Lodge, Wednesday, 20 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Wednesday, 20 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― BLB, Wednesday, 20 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Burl Ives, Wednesday, 20 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 25 March 2003 01:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― gygax! (gygax!), Tuesday, 25 March 2003 01:17 (twenty-two years ago)
Love, Jon
― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 25 March 2003 01:21 (twenty-two years ago)
Am I Jack Cole or a Computer?
jc
― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 17 May 2003 20:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 17 May 2003 23:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― man, Monday, 24 November 2003 12:51 (twenty-two years ago)
Just remember, God knows where you sleep.
― Johnny Fever (johnny fever), Monday, 24 November 2003 14:06 (twenty-two years ago)