Seems I can still write a little, when the mood strikes me.
Hoo-rah.
Kisses n' shit,
Jess


Miles and MilesThere is a stranger sleeping on your floor but you wanted an artist. Beautiful things aren't easy.Miles and Miles
I am tamed, comfortable.
You are wild, sir. Smoke slips over my nose when I think of you. Alcoholic sweat, fingers down my throat and I am North, Northbound. Ivy League meets the yellow rose.
It's a shame my writing peaked at age sixteen; I could have been your biographer.
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SOC 1I am here I am staying here I am the same I am unchanging I am the goddamn perpetual motion machine crank me up I will move back and forth and you can see me keep the time I am a grandfather clock wind me up let me go and I will move back and forth and you can see me keep my place stand me up strand me on a desert island I will survive by eating sandSOC 1
I am here I am staying here with my back to the sun my skin will burn I will curse Mendel and his pea plants and the recessive traits of my father I will regr

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"I come not to bury poetry
but to blow it up"
- David Lerner, Mein Kampf
Weirdly awesome.
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"I come not to bury poetry but to blow it up...throw it off a cliff into icy seas and see if the motherf***er can swim for its life"
- from "Mein Kampf" by David Lerner
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Sdrawkcab dootsrednu tub, drawrof devil gnieeb si efil!
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