body of bloodied vines, |
People still read this? With my three year old photo and bloodless words?We're working the vineyards. My legs are hell, my hands are all cut up and we drink alot of wine. We're staying in a tent in so... Posted by Jasss on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 06:12:00 PST |
nobody knows, they’re lining up to go insane |
My Personality Neuroticism39Extraversion48Openness to Experience100Agreeableness80Conscientiousness6 You are a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some, however you feel strong cravings a... Posted by Jasss on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 04:29:00 PST |
Just like all the others, I hear the billboards scream |
I haven't written in here in three months. It was damned from the very beginning.I'm out, I'm far gone, I'm on my knees, the sun burns right through me and it is beautiful, absolute. Or how you miss e... Posted by Jasss on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 10:35:00 PST |
here |
Currently, I am 200km below Paris.What next? everything is heaving with life.I must attempt to master the francais version of Celiné and everything will fall into place. Posted by Jasss on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 06:33:00 PST |
hitchiking |
I'm on the outskirts of Holland, right by the Belgium border where Ive been hitchiking (mostly across germany) for the past two weeks.the amount of incredible,wonderful people Ive already met..I hope ... Posted by Jasss on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 04:49:00 PST |
Desire |
"Outsiders quickly realised that if tribal peoples could somehow be made to reject the material satisfactions provided by their own cultures and if they could be successfully urged to desire more and... Posted by Jasss on Tue, 08 May 2007 08:51:00 PST |
Impulses |
you abandon yourself to the most frantic soul-searching, only to swing back to a licentious, impelling desire to mouth oaths and profanities. - Mysteries by Knut Hamsun. Posted by Jasss on Tue, 01 May 2007 07:41:00 PST |
& whispering to the mountains. |
'A god can be anythingthat's needed right away.The sound of aircraft overheadwinging a man...stronger now, not yet pure,but moving away the dread'-bukowski
I have a new found affinity for disaster.not... Posted by Jasss on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 07:28:00 PST |
lost a friend to oceans...then I lost myself.. |
you wonder sometimes, you wonder....why aren't we all living life as intensely as that which we dream?
and the answer is sometimes too disturbing to acknowledge. our hearts tumble, over and over. Voic... Posted by Jasss on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:09:00 PST |
you |
dear you,
you are loved, I promise, in the ratstank shit foul scent of the world down there, in trauma and agony, in the disease that spreads over you like endless teardrops on fire.
please remember.... Posted by Jasss on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 03:48:00 PST |