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i like it when girls cry [Jun. 29th, 2004|05:11 pm]
The Jesse train
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[music |ice cream truck]

It makes them look pretty. I hate when girls arent pretty. Sometimes i have to help them become pretty. Theres something you can always say to a girl to make her become pretty. But one time a girl didnt want to become pretty. I did everything I could but she just sat there like some kind of sponge. Just sucking it up without any emotion or care. This made me sad and angry. I want all girls to be pretty and here she was uglier than a cantelope. So i hit her. Punched her nose in. And wow what a surprise. Have you ever seen a girl all bloody. I like it when girls bleed. Her face was sparkling with beauty. I wondered what even more blood would do to this girl who lay shrieking with pretty. I stripped her down to her hideous core. I then began to slice. Little slices to let out the beauty inside. What can i say, i like subtlty. Slice Slice Slice. Oops to deep. Slice Slice Slice. She made little grimaces. Like those on tv. I once read that t.v.'s were gifts from the moonpeople. Slowly, but surely, but still slowly, the girl began to blossom into the beautiful butterfly within her. I stood back and admired the beauty. I felt like i was seeing the grand canyon for the first time. Or when your daddy first touches you. A fabulous feeling of excitement. But something wasnt right. This beauty was superficial. I watch as she groanded and twitched and breathed. Gasp. Theres nothing uglier than a girl who breathes. I had to restrain myself from puking at the disgusting thought. I puked anyway. I had to help this girl become a woman. I had to show her true beauty. I told her I wanted to see her inside beauty. Teary and bloody, she let out an inquisitive sigh. Then i dove into her stomach with ferocity. Into her abdomen i swam like a fly in soup. I pulled out her kidneys and showed her. Her eyes sparkled with delight. I cleaned her face with her kidneys. I felt like mary magdaline. Then i bit into them. Have you ever tasted beauty? I have. My blood pressure rose as excitement filled the air. I wish I could tell my parents that Ive finally met a girl I like. She no longer breathed. I made a painting of her. Ill call it "untitled". She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
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(no subject) [Jun. 24th, 2004|01:26 am]
The Jesse train
[mood |confusedconfused]
[music |moonlight]

id chip my tooth for you
id dig a hole for you
id fall out of a tree for you
id draw a square inside a circle for you
id marry my sister for you
id destroy dreams for you
id forget the clouds for you
id slip on a banana peel for you
id swim with dolphins for you
id bleed blood for you
id carry rocks for you
id untie my shoes for you
id get lost in a cornfield for you
id crash an airplane for you
id sleep with the lights on for you
id eat my kidneys for you
id pick my nose for you
id blow a bubble for you
id arrange a meeting and not show up for you
id drive without a seatbelt for you
id step in a puddle for you
id pretend to care for you.....

and you wouldnt even kiss me goodnight
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My tastebuds sit on a pedastol like some kind of drunken sailor [Jun. 6th, 2004|04:39 am]
The Jesse train
[mood |blahblah]
[music |the heavens]

So everyone is getting crucified nowadays...like its some kind of fad. Well thats cool, i suppose, yeah. Everyday an eyelash falls into my eye. Is this a sign or just nature. Yeah fuck nature. Machine wins bitch. I dont think god would have a chance against man. Were pretty fuckin bad ass with our lasers and sense of self-assurance. I go to mcdonalds to read nietzsche and have a big mac. I end up reading my big mac. Its the wooden floors that make me sad nowadays. I yearn for something spectacular. Like an eclipse or an apocalypse. All i get is gravity fuckin holdin me down. Man fuck you gravity. Youre all on your high horse actin all big and tough like some kind of high school football player. I wish i could see colors better cause im sick of music. If i could ever get off this train maybe i could give you these flowers i picked. but their wilting, I think im wilting, I think im rotting, I think im thinking too much. I think that you think that i think that theres some kind of thinking behind my thinking. I write your name down in my notebook, then i circle it, then i triangle it, then i square it, and finally i octagon it. Then i scribble it out, tear the page out, and throw it at someone. Ive been trying to find the recipe for how to make love, but i guess its a family secret. On a whim, I am a vowel, Out of place, Out of time, Out of sight, Out of options, Out of flour. If you speak english, i suggest not reading this. With a smug smile, and a packet of gum, a broken soul, and a bottle of rum, She closed her eyes, and stared so soft, I saw her lies, and tasted her her cough.
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lolacaust [Jun. 5th, 2004|04:09 am]
The Jesse train
[mood |recumbentrecumbent]
[music |rammstein]

it was during wwii in occupide poland. hmm pide...ignore my spelling im a jew. Anyway, we were chillin with some 40s in this concentration camp, trying to concentrate...and we all hearing about thesre showers of death and talkin and stuff being all scared and jewish and whatnot...I think one got bit his tounge off but i dont know...But the soldiers all herd us up and tkae us into these showers and were all naked and they shut the door....It was pretty dark and kinda scarey..then this liquid came out and we were all freaking out thinking we were gonna die...So everyone starts preying to whatever god us jewish people prey too...I think its orion god of drywall....Anyway were all shit were dead FUCK...But then this disco ball with neon lights comes out and right said fred starts blasting on the loudspeakers....The light is visible enough to wear we look up and see 100 german soldiers masterbating on top of us...so here we were a buncha naked jewish guys in the fetal position getting masterbated on....and then, outta nowhere, this guy cell phone rings.. and shit, youll never believe who it was...It was fuckin hitler...He had the wrong number though....ya, that was pretty cool.
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my grandfather always told me [May. 30th, 2004|07:06 pm]
The Jesse train
[mood |touchedtouched]
[music |baz luhrman - always wear sunscreen]

the way to a girls heart is through her chest with a hammer. Or to be more subtle, through the back with a battle axe. Or to be more subtleer, through her side with a rapier. Or to be most subtleer, through her face with a hand grenade. Anyway, you get the point, Girls are stupid (and gay).

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a poem [May. 12th, 2004|01:58 am]
The Jesse train
[mood |artisticartistic]
[music |frank zappa]

My love for you is like an eyelash
it gets in my retnia and makes it itch and stuff gets kinda blurry.
Your love is like an eyelash in my eye
an eyelash i can only remove with a FUCKING BULLET
make a wish with this eyelash like you care
golden goose
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Dear god, [Apr. 29th, 2004|04:31 am]
The Jesse train
[mood |nerdynerdy]
[music |green]

did you mean to make giraffes look like that or were you drunk?

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Sorry I havent been updating lately [Apr. 24th, 2004|05:49 am]
The Jesse train
[mood |lovedloved]
[music |Cradle of Filth - Damned In Any Language (A Plague On Words)]

But Ive been real busy lately. Mainly b/c (im so busy i can no longer spell out because)Ive decided to take ballet classes. I know what youre thinking, "how clichely unoriginal." But ive decided to reassert my youth and discover my inner artist. Not-so-ironically I did discover him, and we immediately hit it off. His name is fillip with an "f" like in frog or flapjacks, which i ate for breakfast, the frog that is. Just playing it was the flapjacks. I like fillip in that masculine male testosterone kinda way. Hes athletic, smart, and treacherous in the sack. We really understand each other. We communicate through spirit and the passion of dance. He is my whispering-willow. I cant wait to see him again. He sings in my ear "the sun, the moon, your soul, is coal" and I melt into his arms. Swoooooooooooooooooooooon. Ahhh to be young, my one affordable pleasure besides chewing tobacco.
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dont forget tommorrow is the [Apr. 23rd, 2004|10:21 pm]
The Jesse train
[mood |numbnumb]
[music |captain spectacular and the tin can kids]

Not many wenches guys so you better get there early. Ive been after a good kennel man for a while so dont try frontin. Catch ya on the hip side.
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Cry me a river she said [Apr. 22nd, 2004|07:36 am]
The Jesse train
[mood |complacentcomplacent]
[music |wu-tang - c.r.e.a.m.]

So i did. We built a houseboat and raised a family of our own. We lived off showtunes and striped bass. The sea otters frolicked cutely. I loved her I think. It was a wonderful time. Not really though. Wheres my swim trunks?
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