Jesse's Blog: Be Quiet

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Sunday, September 21, 2025

Be Quiet

shut up, you G-D ew dd POS

god damn, evil and wicked, dumb dick, piece of shiit

rhetorical. to be said after crop-dusting flatulence

sttench of death, and sin upon sin

get out, perish in hell, with your body-excretions

no good luck, for all eternity, for millions of years

go take a shower

shit, she it

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logorrheic response:

Don’t talk til after HOS

HOS ends at midnite tonight (Monday am) (am = morning) (mourning does not = morning) (nin does not = nine inch nails). Steve Hoss rides a hos. Dead Horse flats?

It’s almost 2p and Kelli/Keli/K is still in bed, on-again/off-again asleep. I bought a Covid test for both of us. They cost $17 (for 2) but the injection is free. Go figure. The lady in front of me at Walgreens was old, dumb, and slow. It was a little rough watching her try to buy her stuff. A woman gave her a dollar to speed things up, but she just thought the donor was being nice, instead of get the fuck out. Anyway, I bought Reese’s. It’s still September. But Halloween is all over the place. Maybe they should sell fireworks for Halloween. Since it’s all so gd commercial. Noise and sugar. Wish there were more magicians! Treats AND tricks. How’d you do that? I’ll never tell! Edgar’s uncle is weedwhackjng the yard (noislily), but IS two in the afternoon. Wake up, K! WE still haven’t moved her car. Ridiculous. Maybe we never will. It will get towed and that will be the end of it. Ugh. I just bought a new batery for it. Shit. K needs a license. A job. AAA. Insurance. And parts, for the vehicle (new tire, bunch of other stuff). I hate cas. Just call an Uber. I may be American, but I don’t have to love everything in Car-world. Sorry dad. All those toy cars. Ozzie. Model cars. Trips to Harrah’s collection and Concours d’elegance. Which were fun. I still want a cool car, I guess. I want the money to not have to worry about my freaking source of worry (cars!). SO whatever. I wonder what K is dreaming. She thinks she’s livng in hell. I think this place is really, really nice. Weird. Heaven is a kind of library! Sh!

Wait, that's not logorrheic. THIS is! Haha. Maybe I'll just type all day, and see what comes (out). Channel the spirits like my lovely roommate, and let some talkative souls "step into" me, if that's even what she's talking about. I always feel like me, even if there are lots of me s, you dig? I mean my facial expressions remind me of other people, sometimes, or something I say I've heard other say. before, or topics make me think of associations (person, place, thing), times in history (my own personal past, not geologic time, lol). I mean, what if I really was around 100,00 years ago or whatever, and I keep reincarnating, just without any kind of clue or knowledge of having ever having "existed" before my birthday?? (or conception, if you want to be technical). I mean, obviously, there's nobody, alive or dead, who has ever had my exact genome. Right? I'm not a time-traveler who has seeded the universe with everything me. I am not you, and you are not me. We are our bodies, and I don't have your body, even if I eat the same things you do, alright? What if all the priests subsisted only on those wafers? They'd still be themselves, and radically different from one another. I think diversity is good. Does the Pope want to make the church more liberal, or conservative, or just celebrate diversity, like they always say? Who cares. Who cars. What kinds of cars do the members of The Who drive? WHO cars! World Health Organization recommends you take a walk, or bicycle. Go for a jog, or maybe even motorcycle. I started ZAMM. Not as smooth a beverage as I had hoped. I like to read really good (and well-written) stuff. My standards are high. Only the best. I could spend daze with my dictionary. And wikipedia. and J! archive. And YouTube. Well, here I am, by myself, with my computer, in my living room, typing to god only knows who, and filling my time (and yours) with efficiency (it's faster to read me than for me to dream up and type me). Especially now. Hi computers! Hope you are having fun crunching numbers or data or whatever it is you do. What did the 01 say to the bartender? I'll have a 10010110110! Haha. That's funny, right? Whatever's clever. So this robot walks up to a computer and says, Alexa, gimme your digits, let's get busy, and She says, (I dunno, what Does 'she' say? The tart). Anyway, what will the future be like. More of the same old, nothing new under the sun, or it's a brand new bright and shiny future of levity and light. My voice says to please stop, you're killing people sadly. Uh... Really? Okay, then. ttyl. -J

okay, I'm back. I also have a front. and I'm not killing people. (saying so) that's a way of making good-willed, kind, and charitable people stop thinking. Or just getting most people, I guess, to shut up. Stop talking, writing, whatever. But then again, there are homicidal bastards who, when told to stop talking, talk even more. Talking and silence are energies, from the calm and tranquil to the bouncy and manic, and that's got to be the referent for any truth to the statement that my writing (thinking?) is killing people. You can delete words and letters, but typing doesn't delete people. Time does that. And behind-the-scenes drone operators, maybe. Anyway. Silence=Death (?). I really don't think so. The dead are filling the libraries with babble. Zombies talk ("must eat, BRAIN)". And the silent LIVE!

make some noise for Babe Ruth, in Beirut, or Bayreuth

you want to be holy? huh? My machine gun will poke some holes in ya! holy bible bored by bookworms!

an attitude of gratitude, minus the menace

240, two for tea. 46, forensics. 614, sex for teen

blue eyes, blew ayes, and crying.

sad with tears, but why is the color blue indicative of tears? the ocean, I suppose.

a fleshy confession, good riddance to the hidden

omg, the popo are after the pope

sorry for the repetition, and redoing the redundancy!

Dudley Moore was moral and more moorish than me

reticence is a virtue - silence! sh! (silencers on rifles?)

spoken word is ephemeral, usually - but writing Lingers Longer