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Monday, December 21, 2009
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beam her the love start working on your congratulations speech/song/card give her a call pray to jesus/satan/whoever
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Monday, September 14, 2009
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Monday, December 04, 2006
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Jason A. Koziatek, died early Thursday morning, November 30, 2006 in
New Paltz. Known to many as "J-Bone", Jason was born in New Brunswick,
N.J. on April 17, 1972.
Although
Jason had many careers, including working on stage crews, roofing, and
steel working among others, his true calling was helping others in the
constant pursuit of justice and social equality. He was a champion of
the underdogs of the world, a brother to all, preoccupied at all times
with being of service, creating unity, and protecting the vulnerable.
One of his successes was to help revive the Anti-Racist Association in
New Paltz, and to work tirelessly to transform the influx of bigotry
into the town.
Jason is predeceased by his father, Ronald Koziatek; and also by his loving grandparents, Rose and Allen Hughes.
He
is survived by his children, Nikolai Peone and Xavier Crowchild; his
mother, Lanette Hughes; his brother, Jordan Falzano; and countless
close and dear friends who were all part of the endless ragamuffin
patchwork of Jason's unofficial family.
Never very concerned
with the trappings of everyday life, Jason traveled often, always a dog
at his heels, always heading toward a place where his fist and only
mission would be to find the fragments in the underground community and
attempt to repair them. He owned little, but what he had he would give
away without even being asked. A profoundly compassionate man, Jason
felt more deeply than was beneficial for him, and those who loved him
were strapped in for an intense rollercoaster journey that was his
signature.
Most will remember Jason's eyes, the bluest blue
imaginable, watching us with admiration, or at times with scorn, as we
fulfilled or did not fulfill his wishes for us. He pierced us with his
words, tattooed us with his love, leaving us always altered, never ever
the same creature after any of his many departures. |
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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Monday, April 20, 2009
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
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'97 i think
my city at sunset i falter to describe look up at the steeples and i watch the clouds of starlings as they rise
and i say i'll work my blisters into pearls for only you and i pray some day that wide the needle's eye i may pass through
belladonna swing your chariot down low belladonna where the fallen angels go
i set out from canaan, lonely looking for a sign an answer for my searching and your sweet forbidden smile is all i find
walk with me beside the endless pools of sadness cast a stone in, watch the ripples on the surface of my madness
belladonna swing your chariot down low belladonna where the fallen angels come through me come to me come with me kiss me
belladonna wish i may i wish i might belladonna in the forest of the night
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
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from 05 jonah likes this one
don't hang onto me i am an old man's hands with dirty fingernails
sing along with me under the gun i am the one that's setting sail
and i am not long for this world and i am not anybody's girl
don't remember me i am an anchor on a moon that's sinking down in the embers see the memories the ghost of me i'm not around
and i am not wrong for leaving you gotta have something to believe in
this is the way i have to tell you goodbye these are the words i would've written in the sky this is the song i would've sung had there been time but this is the way i have to tell you i have to tell you goodbye
don't be cross with me i was an apple in your garden red and round climbed a knowing tree and bit the difference between silence and sound and i was too long just grieving so this is a song of freedom
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
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another old one, 99 i believe
i invented silence as a net to pull you in cast out into the darkness where the stars are listening
then i caught you with these numbers with these mirrors with this voice
now this love of mine keeps timeless watch no matter what your choice
go on and go from me the other side is wide the grass seems pretty green this side of suicide
spin code across the ocean reach me fiberoptically with the sweetness of your laughter through the violence of sleep and i'll trade you for a vision all i got is blood and teeth but i need you in my throat i need you to believe in me
go on...
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