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My Interests

Of all things considered, I am a girl of varying interests, with varying talents, and am slowly growing closer and closer to the point where I will shove off of this mortal coil, while pulling farther and farther away from society in general.

Music:

Movies:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Requiem for a Dream, PI, The Fifth Element, Anything Monty Python, Waynesworld and Waynesworld 2, Donnie Darko, House of 1000 Corpses and Devil's Rejects, etc.

Television:

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Camp Lazlo...etc.

Books:

Heart of Darkness: Joseph Conrad The Fountainhead: Ayn Rand Atlas Shrugged: Ayn Rand The Bell Jar: Sylvia Plath Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath Collosus: Sylvia Plath The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock: T.S. Elliot The Most Dangerous Game: Richard Connell The Black Jewels Trilogy: Anne Bishop Dreams Made Flesh: Anne Bishop *read black jewels trilogy FIRST* The Importance of Being Ernest: Oscar Wilde etc... this could take a while. The Divine Comedy: Dante Alighieri Paradise Lost: John Milton The Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius:Dave Eggers Good Omens: Terri Pratchett and Neil Gaiman In the grande scheme of things: Anything Sylvia Plath, Ayn Rand, or Oscar WildeIn the really REALLY big scheme of things: anything that is a book, but is not a bad book. *bad books considered bad at my descretion of course*

Heroes:

yum...butterscotch. Better than chocolate anyday.

My Blog

Random thoughts at 2.30 am

Okay. 1) damn. i wish i could write poetry that ISN'T cynical...cuz i really am bursting with affection for two of my favorite people on the planet: Terry and Angie 2) get more soft oil pastels, so i...
Posted by Jess on Tue, 27 May 2008 11:47:00 PST

Lovedrug-Down Towards the Healing

Beautiful song. Holds true.I want to make you happy but I've fallen, I'm sorry. I thought my wings could hold me up with angels, not demons, You don't know how cool you are To find the ways to love ...
Posted by Jess on Thu, 08 May 2008 09:55:00 PST

It does not rhyme, It does not read well

I am no longer a poet. I am no longer a writer. I am merely a girl, only nineteen, trying to make sense of a life so corrupted and so self-centered, that the answer does not lie within, as I felt it s...
Posted by Jess on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:55:00 PST

The Three Oddest Words

By Wislawa Szymborska The Three Oddest Words When I pronounce the word Future,the first syllable already belongs to the past.When I pronounce the word Silence,I destroy it.When I pronounce the word N...
Posted by Jess on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 11:30:00 PST

Who is John Galt?

Apparently I wrote this in one of my more twisted moods. I believe this would be the same night that I called Brad an eyeless, brainless fool *oh yeah, I went there to those who know brad* It is not ...
Posted by Jess on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 02:07:00 PST

Defy

It is amazing to be alive. To feel the rain wash over your skin in waves, electrifying the senses and all that is within. To shun the umbrellas with their patterned personalities...as if by shielding...
Posted by Jess on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 07:27:00 PST

The best way to fall asleep

Randomly choose a letter from the alphabet, and think of ALL of the words you know that begin with that letter. If you have more than a two second pause, choose a different letter. It works. I advoca...
Posted by Jess on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 03:50:00 PST

None of the Above

I think I hit the apex of my writing abilities. Two years ago. No creative urge, no dark alleys, no cobwebs in the attic anymore. My mind, I believe, has become all together sane. Fragments put back t...
Posted by Jess on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 07:42:00 PST

I have...no clue

In this clouded haze of freedom We saw images of our children, And we cried. No names, no faces, More bodies for misuse; a medical miracle. We remembered life floating against the grain, Crawling in a...
Posted by Jess on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:29:00 PST

Few More for you crazy suns of guns

Broken, torn in two; My heart put together with glue And Hard as a leather shoe. Inane laughter from a mouth gone dead, I'm out of tune Rusting in my bed, Lusting after dreams unsaid. Two sha...
Posted by Jess on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:15:00 PST