Here at Jimmy's World you will find evidence of the frustrated artist with the Renaissance pretensions. From music to image to "writing" this site is chock full of the deitrius of one man's life. It's been a long trip, but someone had to make it.
Some get strong, some get strange. Sooner or later, it all gets real
Walk on.
Pictures? You bet! I've been shooting like crazy since I was 13. Even went to school for it. Where the fuck did that get me.
Nowhere.
But there's no point in being bitter about it. I shoot because I can, it's that simple. And so we move on and on and on and on
Back to the forest, into the corn field. Shooting here, shooting there. Even in my underwear.
La La La. I've been trying to make music now for 40 years. Give up , give up! Don't give up. And I listened to them. Onward as I did. I found the muse. Moved the muse. Tried to make sense. Burnt all my bridges. Built them up, burnt them down again. Keep banging head against wall. What does it get me? A big bruised head! I deserve more. But where does that get me? Nowhere. If anyone reads this shit I will be committed. But by who. Who is the estate manager. Not me certainly. Sybil? Yes, maybe Sybil will commit me. Over to you Johnny. Over to you.
Don't ask. And don't read my diaries. Daily inspiration for those who need it. AMEN. Or not