James Venechanos
Bio
Native to the Bay Area, James(Jay)Venechanos, AKA Jaymasterskills has many a talents. He is an inventor, a musician, an artist, a writer, a carpenter, and a bartender.
Check out his book https://store.bookbaby.com/book/tlboh
Stories (4/0)
Us
Long ago, from this day, a myth was created. We were made, in a garden,and from an apple we were jaded. Live this life, told a lie, and if we were not good we would falter. To a hell, that was made, up only but a mere 2000 of lifetimes ago. As of now, we do watch, all that what’s said and told. Do believe, don’t believe, it’s only your soul. But in the end, what does matter, is the brand you wore bold. Do work out, don’t work out, you are fat or belemic. Either way , here is something , quick to cure what ails you. For a mere monthly proposal, can’t pay then forget it, for your net worth is who you are, it won’t matter nothing does. A credit score that’s rigged, as the credit system it loves. Kill the animal, eat your veggies, though our land is becoming quick to unable the nourishment involved. Buy more things, own ten watches, but may they be delivered in oversized poison. Here, eat this meat from a lab, though it grows on its own, as it may just do, that inside your body. Good for us, That just means, more money for nothing. Curing us or our health, has no real validity in green groveling. Look at here, no over there, I see your life trailing plastic. What’s that you hear, hate your neighbor, because they don’t agree with your interpersonal reqeium and tactic. Let’s seperate with full ambition, it works, that’s fantastic. In a world where we take facts , from a random radio transmission. Wait wait, take that Channel down, it says we lie so don’t you listen. Take this drug, not that drug, which one will will even make you not spastic. Work all day, give us your money, your in poverty , what’s fun. To paraede with what we got from your stolen hard income. It’s what we say, not what we do, don’t you get it , your life’s been sold for. Run away, the world is damaged, because the its the past, not us. they just didn’t care enough. Hark bark now listen, buy more electricity, so that we can smile and gloat in new tradition, when it fails ,find a jail, to put all those who say we told you so. Now Waking up, all you feel, is how much life is so confused and hypocritical. Let’s blow it up and fly away to a whole nother planet. Sit down, don’t say your mind, you might very well be symptomatic. Please don’t jump, please do jump just make it exciting to feed the frenzy of the masses. Internet with friends you may have ,or ever knew, whats it matter it’s likes that make you. Quick , make a comment , let them know , how much you hate them. You know that’s you really maybe so, or are you just a sleeper programed in wait , to grow up into a troll. The World is numb, what to feel, if not in a feed again it’s just pathetic. Buy more things, here you have it , an easy way, with digital money. Just like your friends to have become, nothing but a long number you can’t remember. If you look, at it hard enough, conspiratorially it can all be just added up. Once you look , be suprised , but in actuality not really, it’s the old triple 6 story. Where one day, there was a myth, that man had come from a garden. Then to be care less and ousted , a woman to blame you make 1/2 a pop. not accountable to action. You know the story, or have they deleted it, for there are no God we can speak of. The ol snake in a can theory , a big bang or a children’s game , just watch the T.v. you are too much thinking. Your mind stirs wild, and you feel your falling fast, the world may or may not be collapsing. Then you realize, there’s a voice, that has been there all your life calling. You hear it ringing Pick it up, operator, please who’s that which calls me. Long distance it’s stats , “long distance you ask,” and with yes replied, much farther than you think.
By James Venechanos 9 months ago in Poets
TLBOH
It’s a quiet evening in the city and the moon has risen deep and proud into the night sky. There is a brisk wind that is enough to cause goosebumps on the neck and down the arm. One would notice that as there is silence in the air, the feeling of something sinister going on screams about to create just a slight ringing in the ears.
By James Venechanos 3 years ago in Fiction
Love Not Lost
Love not lost The world in this moment by the water is so incredibly quiet. He sits in utter stillness under the welcomed fresh air and conflicting trash around his knees. His eyes feeling heavy for the trip here had been long. They lie halfway closed, as his mind fights to desperately be set free. The world which lay mostly devastated before him, more vigorously felt from his travels. Such misery and plight and so full of sin. Inhaling deeply, a mandatory skill learned in order to rest while he can lie with one eye still open.
By James Venechanos 3 years ago in Fiction
Love Not Lost
Love not lost The world in this moment by the water is so incredibly quiet. He sits in utter stillness under the welcomed fresh air and conflicting trash around his knees. His eyes feeling heavy for the trip here had been long. They lie halfway closed, as his mind fights to desperately be set free. The world which lay mostly devastated before him, more vigorously felt from his travels. Such misery and plight and so full of sin. Inhaling deeply, a mandatory skill learned in order to rest while he can lie with one eye still open.
By James Venechanos 3 years ago in Futurism
