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jessica

About Me

Like a rolling stone, I gather absolutely no moss. Larry: Tell me your name. [throws down a note] Alice: Thank you. My name is Jane. Larry: No, not that, your real name. [throws down another note] Alice: Thank you. My name is Jane. Larry: Your real name! Tell me your real name! I know your name is Alice! [throws down the rest of his money] Alice: Thank you. My real name is plain... Jane... Jones. I hate it when i'm introduced to someone and they start asking me a bunch of questions. i cut my own hair. i like to eat dinner at restaurants and play scrabble. i dont paly scrabble in restaurants. i play scrabble at home. your home or my home, whatever. i'm a pretty good speller. except the word juicily really screwed me up one time... i hate touching ice.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Woman is nothing else but what she makes of herself. Such is the first principle of existentialism. But what do we mean by this, if not that woman has a greater dignity than a stone or table? For we mean that woman first exists, that is, that woman first of all is the being who hurls herself toward a future and who is conscious of imagining herself as a being in the future. Woman is at the start a plan which is aware of itself; woman will be what she will have planned to be. Not what she will want to be. I may want to belong to a political party, write a book, get married; but all that is only a manifestation of an earlier, more spontaneous choice that is called "will". But if existence really does precede essence, woman is responsible for what she is. Thus, existentialism's first move is to make every woman aware of what she is and to make the full responsibility of her existence rest on her. And when we say that woman is responsible for herself, we do not only mean that she is responsible for her own individuality, but that she is responsible for all women.-Sartre

My Blog

A Season Without

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Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 12:46:00 GMT

a.m./p.m.

i remember liking the sound of coffee dripping into the potslow and easy morning dew mornings worked for me.the aching light a sleepy wave a silent song folding up the night and tucking it away.but i ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 15:46:00 GMT

new poem

It's been a while. Clocks ticking, suns rising then Setting, cars getting stuck in traffic. Floors being swept. Two people falling in love. Slowly. Like a t-shirt softening in the wash. Water pool...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 21:26:00 GMT

theories

Theories abound Intimidated by the ease of sounds Absentia and academic credentials What's coming out of my voice Seems simple now more sentimental Is my mind more than my memories? Can loss like lo...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 23:18:00 GMT

summertime reverie

The sidewalk is cracked and grey and directly beneath it there must be earth.  Tiny leaves of grass spit up between the cracks and soon I am walking under a tree that is older than the concrete a...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:53:00 GMT

night sweats

you wake up sweaty, a dream stuck at the corner of your sleepgetting away, slipping off my strapless shoulder the shoulder youtugged at and scratched and kissed it's like the dreamslipping away and th...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 21:19:00 GMT

sparkle sun

a fraction of a moment came and went as the sun slipped into the ocean today i am ripe for the picking the sand on my shoulder like splinters of glass reflecting the twilit night i am lush like the p...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 20:07:00 GMT

quickly

i'm stuck inside my heart again like a flower in a cage sitting on a windowsill at the edge of a northern wall.  brought my head with me in case i can't remember a good reason to quit runnin...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 19:27:00 GMT

My Hidden Meaning

I can hold my own now like a sturdy ladder on the side of the house where you plant your foot in confidence you will not fall ten feet to the ground.  I can stay here and not run, I can make good...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 14:46:00 GMT

You are Posturing

what happened to him?i'm lying in twilight with the clover and my back against the wallalone under a crawling shadowbrimming over like souland love and loss and remembering sweet moment surrender my h...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:46:00 GMT