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"I'm an artist. I'm never happy with my artwork. I think way to fucking
much. Somedays I love the world, somedays I hate..."
More about Jes
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Occupation:
Mad Hatter
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Hobbies and Interests:
Women Thailand Music Film Art Krylon Food Conspiracy Theories Space Fashion Taboo Things Culture Society Psycology Trends Underground Drugs Animals Nature Sex Humanity......
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Favorite Books:
The Dark Tower Series Hustler 1984 Candy Dark Star: The Jerry Garcia Story Manga When I'm not working on it
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Favorite Movies:
Blade Runner Akira Shaolin Soccer Time Bandits Predator Fight Club City of God Requiem for a Dream Memento Crouching Tiger Kill Bill Tarantino Coppola Ridley Aronofsky
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Favorite Music:
Underground Los Angeles Hip Hop Kid Hendrix Doors Mozart Spoken Word Blueprint Mosaic Subtitle Sage Francis Anticon Shape Shifters Motion Sickness and oh yeah, boy bands are ill.
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Favorite TV Shows:
discovery channel, jackass, THE DC SKATE VIDEO
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About Me:
I'm an artist. I'm never happy with my artwork. I think way to fucking
much. Somedays I love the world, somedays I hate it. I'm eccentric.
I can
be funny. I can be a real fuck-head. I can be the nicest thing since
slice
motha-fuckin bread. I'm haggard. I like to rhyme. I like to paint. I
like to
paint with Krylon on other people's stuff. I used to work out, but
now
I'm a fucking skinny wierdo. I have a beard. I have style. I value my
friends above all else. I wear boxer shorts. I'm not a boxer. I hate
fast
food and caffiene. I love nicotine and rum. I've been in love once,
but
not in a long time. I've got vision. I'm so sick of this player bullshit
mentality that everyone and their fuckin Moms has adopted. If your
a
player, leave your fuckin clothes in a locker punk. Don't bring your
stupid games onto my court. See fellas, it's simple, I could treat
ladies
like shit too. That's easy. Why don't you fools try treating ladies like
ladies not objects. And for you ladies that go for that asshole
player shit,
fuck off k. I want nothing to do with you. period bitch. If your over
the
whole Bling bling I'm a player with 80 inch rims and gold teeth and
no
respect thing, get to know me. You'll probly like me, cuz I'm over it
too.
And oh yeah, to those of you that will call me a hater. Just because
I hate
you don't mean that your a player. Don't flatter yourself.
I'd Like to
Meet:
My clone, I know he's out there. I wanna meet real people. I'm tired
of
plastic. Oh yeah, and I can't stand all these fuckin glamour shots. If
you
have a glamour shot, your lame. Or maybe not lame, just not who I
wanna meet. Have you ever kicked it with someone who you are
completely comfy with? Someone that you don't have to act
around.
Someone who you can truly be yourself around and fuck all of
society's
bullshit issues. That's who I want to meet. Someone who
appreciates me
for who I fucking am, not what I've got. That's it, it's pretty simple
huh?
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Who I Want to Meet:
My clone, I know he's out there. I wanna meet real people. I'm tired
of
plastic. Oh yeah, and I can't stand all these fuckin glamour shots. If
you
have a glamour shot, your lame. Or maybe not lame, just not who I
wanna meet. Have you ever kicked it with someone who you are
completely comfy with? Someone that you don't have to act
around.
Someone who you can truly be yourself around and fuck all of
society's
bullshit issues. That's who I want to meet. Someone who
appreciates me
for who I fucking am, not what I've got. That's it, it's pretty simple
huh?
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that means someday. I'm still figuring it out,
but DAMN, he makes it fun. A cool cat; true
artist, funkdafied. the definition of style...and
acrobats...who knew?
and collect cans and bottles
together. We figure that throughout
our years we've emptied so many
cans and bottles, that it was about
time we started picking some up.
And the $3.68 we get to split at the
end of the day doesn't hurt either.
(bling, bling... yo!) We spend hours
upon hours in dumpsters, push a
200 pound shopping cart up and
down La Cieniga, and argue with
winos about when a 40oz. can is
"officially" empty. Yes, I do love our
Thursdays together. And through all
this, one would imagine you'd get to
know a guy pretty well; his hopes, his
dreams, melencholy tales of
unrequited love, poetic musings
about a future shaped by faith and
hope, and the dark secrets that
forever cloud our overcast lives.
You'd think so, wouldn't you. But not
with Jesse. He doesn't say shit the
entire day, mixes the glass with the
aluminum, makes me push the cart,
and on more than one occasion has
"accidentally" dropped a dumpster lid
on my hands. And he knows I'm not
good at math and stuff, so I'm pretty
sure he's ripping me off at the recycle
center... But I do love our Thursdays
together.
and on top of that he can layout
manga. what more can you ask from a
man?
more to corrupt innocent readers of
Asian comic books than anyone else in
the United State. It takes twisted mind
to lay out some of the pages that I've
sent his way, and Jesse throws them
together so beautifully that all we can
do is humble ourselves and bow down in
admiration. At least until we realize
how stupid all of us look doing that.
nice, let me tell you the truth
about this bearder mc/artist weirdo.
The dude cheats at chess, will drink
all your rum and whiskey, and spray
paints with neon and metallic
colors. he does, however, get down
with the papaya salad and larb, and
i'm digging the mad scientist hair-
do...
girl *grin*. From the few times that
we have chatted in the hallways or have
been waiting for the elevator at work,
Jesse seems like an exceptionally cool
guy. Too bad you're in the corner of no
mans land fighting off the treacherous
scanning demon.