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Jesse

My Xanga journal is alot more informative. I actually write in that one. www.xanga.com/nomad82

About Me

I love to read, and writing is a big part of my life as well. I could say it's a passion but its more like a need. Like I can't live without it or something...

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My Interests

writing, music, painting...

I'd like to meet:

people

Heroes:

Bill HicksJoe CockerRobert Anton WilsonSaul W.

My Blog

a scattered prayer

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!..... (Glad we got that out of the way) I should have left already, before the crescendo, before Avatar, before the relapse, the guilt. I miss her and there is absolute...
Posted by Jesse on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 07:56:00 PST

collective loss of sanity

There’s an open door, a guilt for my father and a long stretch of road. . .A sense of almost devastating uncertainty and a block on my heart... Who knew putting our tongues in each-others mouths...
Posted by Jesse on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 11:48:00 PST

irony

So I was having this discussion with Josephication about the word irony and he was saying that with all the fucked up shit he’s seen it’s difficult these days to surprise him and that "iro...
Posted by Jesse on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:10:00 PST

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Cryptic helps describe thisWhen a certain breed of calm takes me overI just daydream with my hands, staring at the wallsmy skin becomes a conduit for human gravitationbut no ones around, And I wish fo...
Posted by Jesse on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:16:00 PST

this dream I had

In this dream i just had, Kayla and I are... not necessarily flying like peter pan, but something a kin to it... I'm very unaware in the dream of even being off the ground or being at all fearful of h...
Posted by Jesse on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 09:42:00 PST

your crutch

There's this fear in my gut extending through my body and pounding through my brain I've become your crutch and worse still, you don't even know it so I cant be angry but i'm so angry and now I redire...
Posted by Jesse on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 09:28:00 PST

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    It smells like burnt bread in here. It's like a disinasnt reminder of the rest of the world outside of me. Human smells... human sounds... music, faint... voices and murmers, rumble...
Posted by Jesse on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 02:13:00 PST

memories...

  About three years ago, I was living on the street in the town of San Luis Obispo. At that point, street-kid life was becoming less and less fashionable, even to me. I was twenty-two and honestl...
Posted by Jesse on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 05:11:00 PST

Bleh...

i feel perpetually ill...Seriously if it's not one illness it's another that tends to pop into view right as the other one goes away. uugh. This has got to be a mental issue. bah. Yeah.... I ha...
Posted by Jesse on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 09:00:00 PST

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I need airand all the freedom that tares us both ussunderI can't make anything clearbut I'm glad your here, stairing backjust don't make a soundand whatever happens, don't tell me I'm childish to hold...
Posted by Jesse on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:50:00 PST