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Jes
mother nature
Right now, the sound of distant thunder ripples through the air. Competing with the songbirds that sing so loud I can hear them
banter, plebs
We were all in a scenario where zombies existed. We didn’t call them zombies, of course, they were known as the ‘unfortunates.’
verily! because learn improv from who you heard on radío flomm
~~A Quest Into the Depths of Harold –– a single scene~~ jes: *enters house after work* Hel— Oh no. What plagues you, my
423 blue recap: made malevich, printed type, parked backwards
I’m supposed to talk about Malevich, and these pictures of me and my husband playing with green screens, and the interestingly cool
423 red: sounds et colours
Sounds are seeping colours. The world is beautiful. YOU are beautiful. That light inside you that flickers and glows. It dances and
not complicated: eat foot
Hullo foot! Let me shoot you to cook you, and then consume you. OMG. It’s so easy to follow. People ‘shoot themselves in
don’t trust naps
Random Memory: I only remember teacher’s names if they had an overwhelmingly positive or negative impact on my life. My kindergarten teacher
unscientific social media observations
One of my favorite things to do: Read public political arguments over social media and compare the timestamps based on the poster’s location.
nye memory
We played charades every New Year’s Eve at my house and I remember one time putting Animaniacs as the TV show into
calling a nail salon
Jes: Hello! Yes. May I please make an appointment? Salon: Yeah, ok. Wha you want? Jes: A manicure. Salon: Wha kind? U want
older people saying, ‘grow up!’
As the youngest child in a decently sized family, with nice gaps between our births, I find it so fucking hilarious hearing
thanksgiving miss-facts
When our Founding Fathers congregated to decide on our national symbol, Benjamin Franklin wanted The Turkey. “He is besides, though a little
credit 411
Beyond pissed right now. And this rant is in no way my entire outlook. I’m not looking for sage advice. I need
an honest moment
Honest moment in the life of a Jes: Last night on the way downtown I was at a stoplight and some kid, the
the most surreal thing
The zombie apocalypse was more like an odd affliction. There were many large pockets of civilization and I recall my refusal to
other messages
My email address is pretty standard. It matches with my .com, and I’ve maintained this for over a decade. But others have
thing happened today
At the coffee shop, a lady walks up to a police officer working on his laptop while drinking a coffee. She has
‘we want our country back!’
Questions! Where did it go? Did it go out for a pack of cigarettes and never come back? Is this a reboot of the
fantastic foo
I am about to lose my shit. A house two down from me has people working on their backyard and

























