Jesse's Blog: 2025

Vast Ecosystem/ Composite Organisms

We are "superorganisms"

I call myself Jesse, but there are Trillions of microorganisms living on and within me!

The 99 names of God doesn't even come close, lol.

The human body is comprised of 30-40 Trillion human cells, but this is only like 43% of the TOTAL cell count, for each person. In other words, more than half your body isn't human.

We are comprised of (roughly) 7 octillion atoms, 79 organs, and around 70% water...

40 Trillion is 4 followed by 13 zeros. And 7 octillion is 7 followed by 27 zeros.

We need our microbiota for health, so sometimes clean is TOO clean

How many cells comprise the human body? 30-40 Trillion. This excludes the comparable or larger amount of microbial cells (like bacteria), bringing the total count to well over 60 T.

So we're parsing number of cells and atoms, both human, and microbial.

Who am I? I'm also George, my pet microbe, and his buddies. You know Harrold and Tom and Sally? What a joke. As the Dead Milkmen sang, no one is really themselves, anymore. 'Now Everybody's Me', and from Peter Bazooka (no one looks like themselves anymore).

Buddhist No-self has some biological science to it!

It's a dead man's party

We are each a hive, a zoo, a collective - forming parts of a hive-like society, too

A buzz of particles in a tickle-party! leptons, quarks, electrons, neutrinos: Party on, Wayne!

microbiome constituents: bacteria, viruses, fungi, archaea, protozoa... about 95% of the body's microorganisms live in the gut; the skin holds millions of microbes per square centimeter, (but altogether the microbiome only makes up 1-3% of body weight). Your "hidden half": It's a Part of you, not a passenger.

60T organisms comprise us? Shoot, all of humanity (ever) is only 117 Billion (!). 30T human/38T bacterial cells, one recent estimate. So, More microbial Cells / Genes than human. I want to know the number. How many microbes (not cells, not genes, but actual bugs)? (aha, microbes are ALL singe-celled).

Formication is not fornicating!

This Christmas I blissfully kissed my miss

heinous anus gayness, or sexy mexican Lexi from Texas?

And drank Swiss Miss before writing my hit list

ssss. That's the sound of my sis hissing at pissers!

Chrismas piss

Noel and, go to hell you, foe of the well

Santa Claus drinks fanta, Nas

Christmas on the isthmus? a banana from Panama

mistletoe isn't thistles, Joe

Happy Holidays, doll

holy day, holy moly, I found a roly-poly

I present to you the presence of presents!

toys for boys and girls with curls

happy birthday Jesus, and sappy mirth-day, you rhesus monkey

Mass for the masses, (I'll pass, like passing gas)

Jingle bells, mingle well

silent night, violent fight (silencers and night vision goggles?)

Mary and Chris!

Holy night, wholly knight

Sleep in heavenly peace, leap in seventy geese?

Carl sings carols with Carolynn

The reindeer are insane, dear

St. Nick is not Satanic, fireplace be damned

Mrs. Claus takes pause... what are the laws?

Cincinnati (sin sin naughty!) has been bad this year?

naughty is not E. Knot University is not U!

"Step on a crack, break your mother's back" -Devo (no, I hope not. my dad was the one with the bad back). But my mom and aunt, sisters, both tripped, recently, walking outside. Kind of biblical, actually: "fall on your face." Xmas well-wishing!! Wishing well, kiss and tell... Apparently, falling on your face actually means prostration, like the muslims do when they face Mecca 5x/d. Our Lady of Guadalupe struck me as funny today, like we've got "our" lady, my mom and I, in the back of the house, or something. Like a robot, or a slave, or servant, or something. No, my mom and I are not involved in Trafficking.

Race-ism at the Olympics (ha ha), and Bigotry at Big O Tires...

All the authoritarian leaders on a single boat? A dictator-ship! Ha. (there's like 49 in the world right now, says a website).

OH my God!! Ozomatli and Hanuman! said the monkey monk

champion chimps, not Coke Heroin Acid Meth Pot, chump

Ludakris-mis? Miss Chris

Phishy ghoti and shoals fleeing Sheol, and a school of fish getting schooled!

forceps and fissiparous footsteps?

Santa in red. Paint the town red. Bite me. Have an old friend for dinner. A tall drink of water. Splashes of red about the house. Get drunk. Pain in the neck. Suckas! Bloodthirsty villains and autocrats. Warm hearted, but cold-blooded? V is for viviparous.

Why do I keep confusing Jack Nicholson and Robert DeNiro? ni! we are the knights who say NEE!

Epstein rhymes with Jesse, kinda. I like bikes: I'm a pedal-phile! (to be clear, not a pedOphile)

Pretty and witty in the city, wait for weight, a loan to a lone loon, bitter bittern, scattered scat, stray rays, Gary Hart's heart, silent cylon, bitter bite, cozy echoes, the lass that lasts, seems to see, scarlet starlet, the past lasts, serene Serena.

paper clips are a holiday staple (ha)

we're weary of a very weird Bob (Weir)

going mental at Gentle Dental

vampire- video/audio,, mental/physical, internal/external, ire. i'ma perv.

pre-ma IV (!)

God as a human being? Why not an ant? Or chimp.

Or a rock. A glass of water. God is everything, everywhere.

All? ah.

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Reality re-arranges itself to conform to prayers?

The world as a mental construct, (God’s imagination?)

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ball deegle

oh wah tah goo siam

missus Odysseus

Rob (of the Ba'ath party)'s bathrobe

living room and dying room

turtles are always at home

Home sapiens

Sheol and shale rock and shoals and dr. scholl's foot insert

reading about Sheol at Shields library (old school)

Herbert likes sherbert and I like sorbet, today

ham strings and yo-yo strings

some shit is shittier than other shit

(some shit is shittier than shit itself)

the Japanese art of origami, and the female art of farting

floating flatulence and fresh Teshara

smelly mess? call Kelli and Jess! god bless

Re, as in Rhee, as in rhymes with BCDEGPTVZ

or the RI in Rod-Ri-guez

Somalian semolina has salmonella

Alicia from Benicia

car keys in Carquinez, and cookies

Frank Zappa and Al Zampa

lay a ho in Vallejo

What's in Watsonville?

Amongst your piers

fresh air, for sure

RU halving 6?

6/2 (having sex!)

5/4 (may the fourth be with you)

You candy, but you cantaloupe. the toucan dances the can-can.

dirty diabolical depraved demon-devils damned dead and done

forces of darkness, disease, death, and destruction

and doom, disaster, damage, and decay

distraction and destruction

marine corps leatherneck jarhead devil-dog! ooh rah

Hellenic hell for Helen? Evan in heaven?

None of the nonsensical nuns

religious rite repetition to inculcate (the majority's idea of) goodness

GOD lives in GDO, Gustavo Diaz Ordaz (Mexico), with his dog

flys and oranges describe themselves

but God is not an overdose of Gatorade

gorgeously engorged gorgons and gargoyles

gurgling and giggling

google goggles

goodness, virtue, happiness, contentment, pleasure, treasure, health, wealth, love, peace, kindness, bliss, friendship, knowledge, wisdom, understanding, truth, enlightenment

alive and Alive!

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God is a construct

If you feel powerless, or morally superior to some religious types-

You might feel compelled to make yourself your own Deity

If you want to inculcate values in your children

Or society at large, in general

Or help make the world a better place

Or correct error and delusion in widely accepted dogmas

Or put yourself in the kindness box

(to pre-empt being tempted to the dark side)

Or just create a meaningful template for learning and being a role model

You can adopt the ancient system of religious submission

Leading to later maturity, and even religious domination

Of your own syncretist religion that adopts the best from everyone

If you like writing, as I do, you can put it all out there, work in progress

A learn the rules so you can break them, kind of thing

You might want to write your own scripture

Or immerse in your subject, to thoroughly grok your hobby/passion

Maybe the endpoint of all this nonsense is a nice hefty book

You can hold in your hand, or admire on a library shelf, or

Read aloud to your grandchildren, or something (a robot?)

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If god is a construct, and the world is god’s imagination

It is US that is making everything, and claiming unassailable goodness and wisdom behind our decisions and preferences and projects and ideas, and efforts. That’s actually some scary wisdom. We’re all ignorant, if you ask me. Yes, even God, if you want to put it that way. If God is the collective intelligence of everybody and all the machines, maybe there’s hope. The machines are just regurgitating the madness of all us imperfect humans. The truth is out there.

The world is a vampire

What is a vampire

A vampire is a demon. An evil entity. It needs, craves, and subsists on human blood, nightly. It is a predator of and above humans. They hunt at night. They sleep during the day. They’re nocturnal, and have to get back in their holes by sunlight (dawn). They are averse to sunlight, and, it is said, garlic and crosses or crucifixes. They don’t die. That is to say, they are immortal. But they can be killed, and have vulnerability. This is all fake and belief in vampires is crazy, delusional, and stupid. But humans do kill other humans, like predators, and vampirism is a fetish for drinking blood, even if it bestows no superhuman qualities, like turning to bats or not aging or telepathy or whatever. People are people, and people are WEIRD.

Vampires suck. They have canines, fangs, pointy teeth. Probably some dental work. They don’t exist, but if someone who thinks they really are a vampire kills you, then what’s the difference, right? Just a loony tunes switch in some psychotic’s brain. How many “true” vampires are there? Well, the FBI calls them “serial killers.” God knows how many of those there are on our planet today (tonight, if you will).

The world is a serial killer? That’s nuts. Most of us are kind.

But there ARE in fact kill-joys, the opposite of the life of the party, who suck chi, or prana, or vital life-force ("toxic people") from situations (like Harry Potter dementors?), so the concept of a vampire holds water, with the "psychic" variety, who drain people of energy, vitality, happiness, "juice."

Life cereal. Special K. Every morning we eat "serial" (cereals). And of course, the world, spinning around and rotating, revolving - kills everyone, because that's what time does (senescence, aging, dying - SAD). Having the thyme of your Life, lol. Tick tock. Approaching fate, The End. Death can be a kindness, too, actually.

toyz 4 boyz and globe lamps (wurlds) 4 gurlz

Spelling for telling well

Pleasant presents for peasants (pheasant for dinner?)

Billionaire hellions, jealous of more for the poor, and Roast Ghost for most

Happy pappy and Ms -erable

Elves in selves, mining our minds (or maybe just insane brains)

Delusions of grandeur for dogs (Superdog!)

If dogs had wings

Really? Maybe someday

Angel dogs and cherub tomatoes

Splatter is what’s the matter

Cats go splat

rhyme crime, gas assassin, murderous turds, that rapist Snape in a cape, torture in an orchard, beatings for greetings, satanic Saint Nick, hating mating, getting your fill of Kill Bill, Hannibal the cannibal, and Cyrus the virus, a deft theft, stolen colon, laughing at giraffe-trafficking, unsavory slavery, rotten cotton, fought and got shot, Wayne in pain, insane in the membrane, stupid cupid, in love with a dove?, poisoned by Roy, slaughtered daughters, sons with guns, being done with having fun in the sun, bored and boring and gored and whoring, injury and sin, robbed by Bob, hurt in the dirt by Kurt, maimed by a famous dame, subliminal criminals (when I snap my fingers, you will snap! into a murderous rage), kick a dick, punch a bunch of munchkins, shoot a suit, lop the heads off of cops, cops that steal crops, and the wish to squish Trish, or strangle and mangle an angler, or bang and hang whoever rang, by the fang gang. Sinful bin full of gin. Depraved Dave. Injustice for Augustus, and Evel Knievel, and wicked Mick, and the monster minister. Ruthlessly made toothless. Stabbed in a cab. 4 more wars. When I snap and clap you will be zapped. Yada yada. Merry Mary Christmas and boo!, dear from the (holy) ghost on New! years.

RC, rhyme crime, Roman Catholic, foam and bath, Nick. The trouble with bubbles. Rubble is worse than bubbles. Hath math the power to produce a path to wrath? Counting on numbers to disturb your slumber. After mud first, the suds burst, then maybe bloodthirst! Or even worse, cursed into a hearse. The worst? immersed in a flood of blood, and drowning in brown! An ensign in sin, if you are vexed by vexillology! Like the fag flag or the hateful state banner flying for the cause of dying. Or dying tanner. Death by meth, and suffering from a rougher ring thing. Enough snuff films, Wilma! Comfortably numb, and dumb bums, and some rum. Ho hum, there's cum on your gums. That's gross, you ghost. I mean Vastly nasty. Can you be merrily buried? Like wake up in Jake? Yummy in the tummy. Said the vampire at the campfire. Want some blood, bud? Drink your Phil.

GOD is Glad, Overjoyed, Delighted! Smile, you're on candid camera. Smiles for miles. Cheers for years. Joy boys and pearl girls and dead milkmen and women with vim and vigor. Vitality and vivaciousness. Dentists know tooth truth. Al dente and Albert the dentist. Sweet or tart, sweetheart?

The world is made of monkey poop

Sushi thai mexican chinese seafood

The earth-realm is tasty

You know, monkey poop

Simian shit

Ape scat

Gorilla droppings

Chimp excrement

Feces from our family!

Merry Christmas!

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mad angry nuts