i love led zeppelin

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 05:22:40 GMT

http://save-betsy.no-ip.org

come on guys. you should do it.

Sat, 02 Apr 2005 01:45:35 GMT

welcome, my friends, to the day of explosions like wombs bursting with the joy of warm blood. welcome to the pleasure of rubberband phenomenon lying naked and forgotten next to puddles of coagulated glue. welcome to the penny circus of freaks and invisible peanuts. welcome to the crotch of the world. welcome, welcome, welcome. to the ghosts of neverland with memories of us like saran wrapped fetuses in dirty toilets, in public restrooms, in green parks, in little cities, in lost states of mind and lost minds in foreign states of stasis. welcome to status quo. welcome, welcome, welcome.

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 06:20:28 GMT

mind floss for crooked camera angles.
lost time cost less then time spent with angels.
tell me about the triangle...
soul deranged to tangles, yellowed with rot
and lets not
pretend
this didn't ((all happen))
not occur
yet still laughing.

kerouac told me a secret last night lost in a car running from the cops with my friends and some are still imagined. "the circumstances of existence are pretty amazing." i figured it was just one of those herione things. just one of those drunk things. just one of those things, those lies, those stars in the sky that are real though only because we see them...not because we believe. i've taken an innumberable amount of uppers this evening as the rain hit like miniature atomic bombs. driving to god knows where, just to get away from god knows what. extended sense of reality. this is what i'm killing with pixelated heros smeared across a wall, a room, a george orwell nightmare. this is the demon screaming in my ear till my eyes bleed and i'm growing horns just like everyone else. i was born connected at the hip to a very fast and diseased habitat. do you know how hard it is to hate this?? i don't think you do. so when you question me and my jaded motives i'll tell you i'm choking on water, i'm starving in a grainery, i'm dead in the delivery room.

Sat, 08 Jan 2005 00:37:17 GMT

so it turns out i'm awesome. myspace supa star. fear. FEAR ME. FEAR.. FEA...REALLY. GOTON. FALL TO YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY PENIIIISSSSSS

Tue, 04 Jan 2005 08:11:39 GMT

see there was this knee that bent backwards
symbolizing my beliefs and standards
all very random
in the defines of my vocabulary
and in america
character carries you
further than truth and honesty
and honestly
the goddess i lost
left dog shit as idols in the office up top
talkin bout
ba-blah-tity-blah
move your body
robot

talk

shit shocks
when you sell your soul
and electricity
disfigures your whole
twisted wish of existence
"bitch make an 'o'"
but nope
ya don't find hope
written in orgasm and jism
so quit wit the criticism
just go at 'em
and get 'em

listen
i broke both my wrists
when jumping off my roof
and trying
to fly

we
as human beings
weren't meant for airtime

i can no longer write
and might commit suicide to night

and
if i do
i'll compose a greater existence
among the stars and planets

above the city lights
and cigarettes

i'll tell you all
the
future.

d.m.

Fri, 03 Dec 2004 21:42:47 GMT

this is a cry for help.

if you have ever lost the use of both hands...but mostly the left, please make small grunting noises and cry in your sleep.

if you have ever felt you can't truly wrap your head around ideas but they instead wrap themselves around you, controlling and contorting everything you once loved, or believed to be true and honest and good...please fall down and praise a phallic god riding a golden chariot pulled by white stallions across a rising sun that will never again set.

if you have failed to encompass and nurture what little free thought you have left but instead, crawled fetus like into the hand of bitchy mother just to forfeit your right to choose and make things better...

if you have fallen down and been stepped on by big brothers telling you love is not true...

if you have succumbed to the throws of violence believing you can fight fire with fire and destroy the makeshift shelters of our fucked up way of life...

if you have become everything you once hated in a previous life...

if, if, if...

if the moon never rises and the water is stuck in a pregnant night sky. you cannot flow. you cannot be. if you take drugs trying to supress thoughts of insanity thinking after every late night you would like nothing more than to find a can of pesticide and kill every thought your mind doesn't really think...if, if, if you are shit faced, reality tv abuser, smoker, nympho, under the thumb follower, attention craver, loner, loser, fuck up, white, a whiner, thumb sucker, romance nover reader masturbating in the tub with the lights of but the candles lit, sociopath, psycho, neurotic tweaker looking for a way, if you watch the matrix, read orwell or huxley believing yourself to be above the shit stains of humanity, talk in your sleep or dream...

you are not happy. you are not content. you are not alive. it is not safe to look. it is not safe to walk down the street at night nor go to the drugstore to purchase the petty addictions we are all slaves to.

only the ignorant are happy. only those content with survival.

Sat, 30 Oct 2004 01:28:30 GMT

i'm the best fucking person in the whole world

i just stole from savers.

i've figured it out. i'm a kleptomaniac. a compulsive stealer.

and a rapper.

fuck this ass please.

and josh got arrested for killing a nazi. it was tight. he is still in jail. i am sad.

one love.

daymare

Tue, 14 Sep 2004 04:32:49 GMT

hahahahahahahahahahahah. i'm getting wasted right NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wed, 16 Jun 2004 19:01:26 GMT

the times would have me

night has fallen,
shattered some day-lit illusion.
the ghost of a cigarette lingers.
a tear anticipates gravity.
one by one
the stars have been blinked out and
covered up.
shunned away by a city
heavy with fear and dread
of the day’s recourse.
propped on an ancient pillow
i lie.
carefully unfolding each dream.
anxious for each fragile moment
i will
come to possess,
subsist upon,
only to fade away.
ashes and dust.
“ashes and dust,” you say to me.
ashes and dust for every memory.
every laugh. every tear.
ashes and dust for the images
i see
every night.
goddam ashes and goddam dust
for the face behind my eyes and soul
within my heart.
ashes for the petals
long since claimed by the dust.
a noble birthright
the times would gladly accept.
take these away.
my flushed face,
too soft hands.
long allegories, shaped to roads.
every fucking street sign.
all the tears.
the thousand golden hairs.
the emerald irises so soundly fit.
the beauty of perfection, found only in the dreams
the night has given me.
burdened with the ambivalence of our moments
so true and
so false.

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 17:59:58 GMT

i want you all to know that i am posting from my new laptop, that fucking rocks. so...yeah. see ya later. good luck with 12 more years of school. read something depressing. then read the tao te ching. love, jesse

Tue, 18 May 2004 16:29:36 GMT

for everyone who cares to read:

i will never again

1-drink
2-smoke
marijuana
cigarettes
any other smoking thing
3-abuse any substance

or become a habitual user.

i am done with all that shit.

Mon, 10 May 2004 19:57:22 GMT

so, i woke up and i showered, then dressed, then went to school. i walked around, all the way to fukcing second period before i found out i have a hole in my fucking boxers. i guess i have josh and rafael to thank for that. lol.

Tue, 04 May 2004 19:22:40 GMT

i am applying for a writing job in italy. it is a magazine called colors. i hope i get it, then i will get with all these europeans bitches, and i will be like "shave your pitts you dog-bitch." and they will laugh and take off their shirts cuz they wont know what the fuck i am talking about.

k

peace.

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 15:51:50 GMT

josh!! come to ms. nackos' class after school

Thu, 29 Apr 2004 19:41:11 GMT

i just bought a new cd today. it is jimi hendrix, blues. it is the most amazing set of songs that i have ever heard. mr. hendrix can do things on the guitar that have never been done and will never be done again. i am unworthy.
and you know what i realized? all this crap with the new hard core bands and mediocre rock and all that other bullshit like radiohead, they will never last. it doesn't matter how good you are, they wont last. the only ones to live on will be led zeppelin, jimi hendrix, the beatles, nirvana...and maybe pearl jam. if they are lucky. i think that original rap bands may become legends. i am sure that rap will live on. something about the beats in blues and rap and good rock. original rock. you cant deny a beat like that.
i'm going to concentrate on playing blues so much that i can be good and remembered. other guitar forms pale in comparison. maybe spanish guitar,too. like flamenco. but those original scales, the mix of rock and blues and just a hint of southern or even gypsy guitar...they will never die.

Fri, 23 Apr 2004 20:06:08 GMT

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...

COME ON!!!

DO IT!

Wed, 21 Apr 2004 22:26:46 GMT

jesse.................................shelley...........................................................jesse.......................................................shelley...................................................jesse..............................................shelley.

yes. thank you folks. folds. chodes. hahah.

anyway. i will soon reach a point.

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...

COME ON!!!

DO IT!

Mon, 19 Apr 2004 16:28:25 GMT

POETRY SLAM
MAY 21st
7:00 PM
BE THERE
OR
BE STUPID!!!!
MURRAY BARNES AND NOBLE
5300 S STATE ST.

Mon, 19 Apr 2004 16:28:03 GMT

POETRY SLAM
MAY 21st
7:00 PM
BE THERE
OR
BE STUPID!!!!

Fri, 16 Apr 2004 20:22:09 GMT

these are some more pictures that i found of camel spiders and related arachnids. they are called solifugae. they are fucking nasty.

http://www.americanarachnology.org/HiResGallery/Mastigoproctus_nara1.html

http://www.americanarachnology.org/HiResGallery/mastigoproctus.html

http://www.americanarachnology.org/HiResGallery/P_laevifrons.html

http://www.americanarachnology.org/HiResGallery/Phrynus_pseudoparvulus.html

http://www.americanarachnology.org/gallery_uropygids.html

http://www.americanarachnology.org/gallery_solfugae.html

http://www.tarantulaspiders.com/images/gallery/solifugids/rhagodes%20sp.-egypt2(f){tg}.jpg

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 22:53:54 GMT

i guess i should post in case anyone is wondering...

i am jesse shelley.

you may or may not have been at my house on the night of april 9th in between 9.30 and 2.00 am.

yes. it was a party.

briana (romero?) passed out in the downstairs bathroom. i think she hit her head on the toilet. she was jammed in between the toilet and the door and it was really hard to open the door. then she threw up on my sisters' bed. then she threw up on the landing in front of my front door. then she threw up on the floor in the upstairs bathroom. then she passed out in the tub.

there were several people at my house the night of april 9th.

if you werer the one fucking with the potatoes PLEASE come foward.

thank you.

good night.

Tue, 06 Apr 2004 23:59:33 GMT

i find myself searching
but searching for what?
it seems there is always an unattainable
or an un-knowable.
or an un-touchable.
so i try and let the words
fall off my tongue
and somehow offend you in doing so.

there is only room for your own sorrow.

promises do nothing but shatter the pretend
or momentary
peace.

there is no serenity in your poisoned memory.
would you stop looking for happiness
in a place where you know it cannot be found?

it’s too soon to give up the past.

you say:
“it’s too soon to give up the past.”

i find myself searching but...
searching for what?

answers.

answers i feel for
because in this dark
there is only imagined sight
the warped reflection of
what could only be called
light,
but bent in ways
you know real light does not
desire to achieve.

i know only what i feel.

i’m sorry.

Sat, 03 Apr 2004 20:17:17 GMT

i'm tired of constantly thinking about things that may or may not occur. maybe i am so adamant in my refusal of past and future because i fear the actual conclusions they may carry. i hate that i continually try and discover the thoughts and ideas others may be harboring but the alternative is looking to my own desires, loves and fears. i find i hate analyzing myself even more. i would gladly have someone, anyone, tell me how to react here on out could i be but a silent observer who is never required to react.

there are reasons

Fri, 02 Apr 2004 17:41:41 GMT

i went to philosophy on tuesday.

it was the first time in almost 4 weeks.

there are reasons for everything.

even this.

i wrote today.

not because i wanted to.

because i had to.

......................................

a million able bodied fucks
roaming the halls like time sluts
not knowing time
takes no
time, for wants,
for,
the death of man...
has only
time,
for the death of man,
expanding to destroy
the mindless entities
the same way
time kills all dieties
and your just more time to me.
just a glitch in time to me,
failing to compete with eternity
that I know
has to be,
looking for death requests...
TIME CREATES
the same way it destroys
both life and death cyclical space enjoys
and BOOMS
resounding noise
when wombs
birth girls and boys
or tombs
house girls and boys
and wounds spill blood
the veins employ.

there is no noise, only time.
minutes turned years
death, life and fears
compounded to rhyme through
smiles and tears.
all that's left are these lines
when written: life lines.
the fates are choosing my time.
these broken lines are life lines
the fates are cutting my lines...

i exist out of habit
boring holes into non-existence
i try to worm my way in
and these eyes
that see only invisible patterns
flowing through---
only time.
your only time.

Fri, 26 Mar 2004 20:27:21 GMT

i love led zeppelin

http://save-betsy.no-ip.org

josh!! come to ms. nackos' class after school

GET YOUR MURRAY HIGH SCHOOL LITERARY MAGAZINE TODAY!!!!THAT'S RIGHT!!!I KNOW YOU WANT ONE!!!YES! JUST GIVE 10 DOLLARS TO YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD LIT-MAG-ER JESSE! AND GET YOUR LIT MAG TODAY.........COME ON!!!DO IT!

GET YOUR MURRAY HIGH SCHOOL LITERARY MAGAZINE TODAY!!!!THAT'S RIGHT!!!I KNOW YOU WANT ONE!!!YES! JUST GIVE 10 DOLLARS TO YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD LIT-MAG-ER JESSE! AND GET YOUR LIT MAG TODAY.........COME ON!!!DO IT!

POETRY SLAMMAY 21st 7:00 PMBE THERE ORBE STUPID!!!!MURRAY BARNES AND NOBLE5300 S STATE ST.

POETRY SLAMMAY 21st 7:00 PMBE THERE ORBE STUPID!!!!

there are reasons

GET YOUR MURRAY HIGH SCHOOL LITERARY MAGAZINE TODAY!!!!
THAT'S RIGHT!!!
I KNOW YOU WANT ONE!!!
YES! JUST GIVE 10 DOLLARS TO YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD LIT-MAG-ER JESSE! AND GET YOUR LIT MAG TODAY......

...

COME ON!!!

DO IT!

GET YOUR MURRAY HIGH SCHOOL LITERARY MAGAZINE TODAY!!!!
THAT'S RIGHT!!!
I KNOW YOU WANT ONE!!!
YES! JUST GIVE 10 DOLLARS TO YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD LIT-MAG-ER JESSE! AND GET YOUR LIT MAG TODAY......

...

COME ON!!!

DO IT!

POETRY SLAM
MAY 21st
7:00 PM
BE THERE
OR
BE STUPID!!!!
MURRAY BARNES AND NOBLE
5300 S STATE ST.

POETRY SLAM
MAY 21st
7:00 PM
BE THERE
OR
BE STUPID!!!!