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Little cubes that seem to have all the power in the world. they control our sight and direct our thoughts. what a beautiful collection of coulerdly objects that make so many more, objects
» Posted By Jesse On 06.14.2013 @ 4:27 pm
My life is filled with millions of pixels I mean that both literally and figuratively. Every day, I spend hours at my computer screen. And for what? I’m a writer who doesn’t write and I’m a person who forgets to live in the moment.
» Posted By Jesse On 06.14.2013 @ 1:19 pm
High above the rain and the wind, floating tranquil on a silent breeze. Unadulterated freedom. Possibility. Hope
» Posted By Jesse On 05.24.2013 @ 11:28 pm
We had one last tool available. The hard fact was that, even though our catapult would do some damage, it would not be enough. That said, me and the others cared little for the outcome, for the past is seldom as we would have it.
» Posted By Jesse On 05.20.2013 @ 9:36 pm
And trapped shoulder to shoulder, we still managed to ignore each others’ thoughts and feelings, even colder than before, none the less alone.
But for some reason, we were ok with that.
» Posted By Jesse On 05.15.2013 @ 4:09 pm
Uhm I first thought about whatever you dissolve in coke.. What is it… Shit.. UHM ugh crap MENTOS!!! Yeah, mentos dissolve in coke.
» Posted By Jesse On 05.02.2013 @ 9:07 am
It was as if she was the total opposite of him. Polar opposites even. But they were so close, basically the same object. They were an item. He didn’t want someone like him, that would only push him away. Oh, such are the peaks and valleys of magnets and their love lives.
» Posted By Jesse On 04.14.2013 @ 6:33 am
there was a plague in the 18th century that killed over a million people and one of those people was me. when I died i thought it was over until i woke up in an old castle surrounded by beautiful women, but soon i found they were not women at all but vampires.
» Posted By Jesse On 03.30.2013 @ 12:54 pm
bricks are red they are used to build things like walls for houses or to build berriers. bricks come in diffrent sizes they are found in hardware stores or your local home improvement stores.
» Posted By jesse On 03.23.2013 @ 2:23 am
signs omens lights meanings directions warnings
» Posted By Jesse On 03.06.2013 @ 7:38 pm
Ew? What’s that smell? No, I think you cooked it too long. No, it’s not supposed to smell like that. No, seriously, take a bite then. Hm? Yeah, exactly. I told you it was a stupid idea. It doesn’t matter what it’s made of, Fruit By The Foot just wasn’t meant to be grilled.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.21.2013 @ 11:06 pm
There’s none left, said the priest. All the crackers were gone. Gone. You’re only supposed to eat one, you know, to symbolize the body of Christ and all that. But some little rapscallion ate the whole thing. Was this some sort of message from God? How could his savior be defeated by a little boy? For Heaven’s sake, he can’t even keep his nose clean.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.15.2013 @ 12:15 am
Well, at least it was cheap. Such things are all he could think about, as the water from an exposed pipe dripped onto his head. It’s practically a steal, she said. Well, yeah, and people do steal from him. That’s why he’s thinking about his crappy apartment in his crappy apartment instead of watching the game because his tv was stolen from his crappy apartment.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.13.2013 @ 11:13 pm
It’s like a beanstalk. Or something. I don’t know, what I’m trying to say is that one day you’re going to leave and that makes me sad. I’ve raised you all these years but eventually the time is going to come where you need to set off and see the world, so I’ll have to flush you. But not because you were a bad goldfish, but a good one.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.09.2013 @ 12:42 am
Well, this was his and that was the other guy’s. He travelled all the way from Connecticut just to stake this one and he’d be damned if some brat was going to take it from him. It wasn’t exactly the California gold rush, but this buffet was all he had left and again, he would be damned if he was going to let some fresh-faced sophomore take the last chicken wing.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.06.2013 @ 11:27 pm
Well, he’s not dead, I’ll give him that. And sure, there’s the occasional foot massage. Kinda. You have to twist your wrist in a weird way but it works. He’s just not much to cuddle with afterwards, you know? I don’t know, I just wonder where he got that nickname? Who goes around calling themselves ‘Pink Rabbit’ on purpose?
» Posted By Jesse On 02.04.2013 @ 11:23 pm
How is it possible? It’s far too high, far too hot, and far too everything else. It’s like that one Harrison Ford film. No, the other one. No, he doesn’t wear a hat or a vest. That one where he’s like, gimme back my family. Yeah, Morning Glory, that’s it.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.03.2013 @ 8:48 pm
What’s more than dead though? There’s no such thing as absolutes, so there must be more to death than just the act. Conversely, there must be more to life than just the act. There must be more to nouns than just the verbs that accompany them, and vice versa. All these thoughts were held by the small marmot, pondering whether to traverse that asphalt ribbon.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.02.2013 @ 11:19 pm
She had lots of them, he had a few but they weren’t the good kind. Her’s were described as nice and beautiful, his’ were gory and unkind. But such is the life of a sentient Trapper Keeper.
» Posted By Jesse On 02.01.2013 @ 12:29 am
Oh that’s just great, just dandy. It’s as big as a cantaloupe and I can’t feel my fingers. What’s that? No, of course not, I’m not dumb. All I did was accidentally hit it with a hammer and then it just swelled up. I know, just swell.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.30.2013 @ 10:32 pm
It cried and cried and cried some more. No one really knew what for. They tried milk, they tried honey, heck they even tried large sums of money. Nothing seemed to appease the child, until one day they woke up and realized that it was actually a Furby, meaning it’s demands stemmed not from reason but the inevitable and ever-present chaos this universe puts itself through.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.29.2013 @ 11:39 pm
He was behind. I mean that in the sense that he literally was a butt. But he didn’t want to be a butt, he wanted to make decisions and have eyes on him. He liked ears too, he wanted a pair of those. But you don’t need to hear what your rear fears, so the butt’s request for external organs was largely unheard.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.25.2013 @ 9:42 pm
Oh what a joy it is. He said it without an exclamation point, and for good reason. Yeah, he enjoyed expressing himself, but what’s the point when you do it everyday. Ever since the ice-cream truck jingle stopped working, the company had forced him to sing it in the truck. Day in and day out, it has gotten old.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.23.2013 @ 11:11 pm
It’s not synthetic, he thought, but how could it be genuine? After all, it’s basically crushed dinosaur remains. But wait, what’s that say on the label? ‘Baby?’ They crushed babies into oil!?! And he thought he had it rough.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.22.2013 @ 7:56 pm
It wouldn’t be for long, as the travel time wasn’t very far. It’s not that he didn’t like seeing her, it’s that he wasn’t so sure she was fond of seeing him. He thought of the worst that could happen, which amounted to nothing more than a dirty tank. The Discovery channel was set to accompany him on this particular visit to Shamu, though he didn’t see what was so ‘obsessive’ about their relationship.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.21.2013 @ 3:34 pm
There weren’t any tears, per se, but she wasn’t surfing on rainbows either. He was only there for a brief instant and then, poof, gone, like a grocery store bag flying through the breeze, slapping her in the face, and then carrying on down the street as if its unbiodegradableness was the source of some insentient arrogance.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.11.2013 @ 8:46 pm
It’s more like a dictionary than a thesaurus, really. He couldn’t help but think that it was actually a fair amount of neither. It just had random food items with astronomical prices. “Do people actually pay this much for this little?”
» Posted By Jesse On 01.07.2013 @ 1:36 am
He had tons of it, didn’t matter. No, they gave the job to some kid half his age with twice as much hair. Well, on the head. Oh well, no matter, it’s not like he wanted the job anyway. Who wants to flip burgers when they’re half a century old? Not this guy, though after he let the CEOs play with his 401k he wasn’t in much of a position to be picky.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.06.2013 @ 12:14 am
It sat perched on the edge of the table. The dog’s eyes shifted from the handle of the pitcher to his owner in the other room. It pondered if it should take the Arnold Palmer and even where the name Arnold Palmer came from. “What a dumb name,” thought Poochy.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.03.2013 @ 10:45 pm
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That’s all!?? How could that be it? He had saved for months and months to buy his favorite action figure, but this is all that he could come up with? Sixty two cents, that would hardly buy you a pack of gum fifty years ago. And here he sits, wondering what else he could get his brother for Christmas.
» Posted By Jesse On 01.02.2013 @ 11:36 pm