I survived, I trudge forwards, and I plan to cause a “Lake” effect. November 11, 2012
Fernando Pessoa taught me this concept. I believe in it.
To believe in different religions as persons who uphold a set of values do, which cause humankind to separate (as separatists) and choose each one of us as our own God, ensures the mass destruction of the strongest village. Humankind, we invent only to destroy.
Jessica Carnes (It’s my quote so suck it……)
I want to thank all of my readers. You’re brave individuals, cause God knows where my Dog leads me sometimes. I try to be as objective (hell know(I don’t no how) I fuking hate things until it rips off my skin or I fuking love bastards who take a hammer to all of my belongings. By the end, I got nothing. So seriously, thank you from that thing in my chest you guys are cool people.
Jessica (Author and Asylum buddies)
My father is a Man made of Copper November 9, 2012
Delirium is real.
My father is a man made of copper. He is valuable, and useful no matter if his head is bandaged or he is in a hospital bed bitching about anything–yesterday when I called him he answered the Phone. My Dog loves me, because he said “I’m on the port-a-potty taking a shit can we talk later? ” I never wonder where my strange and disturbing perception of life originated. Candid is my nemesis. Any how, I pulled this link from Public Health site about delirium. My dad’s tests for that will be modified for “I’m not right in the head” tests.
Mind/Mood Altered by Substances October 28, 2012
flowed thru every artery
every vein, and my life-time
promise to boil my brain convened.
I aimed to live my life in vain and insane.
In tatters this, what matters, never that,
If you are not God highlighted step away.
In fact, watch out for stray lightning bolts
which want a person to feel electronightified.
Every one else in the vicinity of this universe
Scientists believe smog enhances your life–
Smog also clouds your vision. Light sticks…
I hate you too– you fucking mirror, oh my,
dear wrecking mirror clinging for life on a
random wall– all you show is the horror of
my neglect, Promise me, than mock me, but
swear this is my last call in front of a mirror.
Then assure me, with the recipe in my hand,
when I ingest on my behest, I’m on the way
to the Real Fall. Jig’s up Jesus, you fell on
pillow principles, watch a true murderer of
the cause. Not a single breath wasted.
I’m a Bubble Ninja-I Pop in Your bad Eye ANd The Other I BLind October 17, 2012
One day I fell in deep like with “to blow” some bubbles on the thick green patch of lawn at my disposal at school
Unfortunately, for the bubbles and I when I blow them they burst in my eyes.
The next day I blew bubbles in spite of the whites of my red and irritated eyes.
The following day it rained and a depression shot downwards into my spinal cord as cold and as quick as life matters.
I picked up my bubble paraphernalia; I blow bubbles because I’m on this earth to do exactly that.
Not to blow bubbles asshole, but to repeat the same mistake–with every implication of insanity
Again and over again–if only I shit rainbows or ate razor blades–I blow bubbles with each one to burst in my eye.
Like I said, repeat the same mistake and fuck myself parallel. Got it?
Picture: Gabrielle Rossetti “FlamingJune” So sumptuous.