• Jamais Triste

      "Predictably, the creep informs me that there's no way he can love who I am. --Acker"

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      • Colin
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      • I'm sorry to say, none of you Friendsters are necessary. In a perfect world, Ms. Triste & I live together in a bunker high on a mountain above the smoking ruins of civilization, where we sit late into the evening out on the deck, drinking lemonade, with our feet hanging out over the railing, reading old books and tearing out pages for each other. She glued snapshots of me to the bottoms of an old pair of keds, but it was just a joke--she never wears them. If we see signs of life down below, we send up a flare, but we don't get our hopes up. If we see a airplane, she gets out the rocket launcher. She has been trying to convince me to help repopulate the earth, but I'm still waiting for some evidence that it's really necessary.
      • Shampon-
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      • Jia Zhangke is a big phony. "The World"--what is that? A series of still photos waiting to be a movie. Bresson on the other hand...just rewatched "Mouchette" and "L'Argent"...oof! We'll never see his likes again. God bless you for caring about poor forgotten Marguerite. And keeping Kathy's jacket in a safe place. I could tell you tales about her penchant for going to San Diego frat-boy bars and unveiling her tattoos and newly musclebound physique to send the Hootie fans into some new kind of heterosexual panic...but that'd be the sheerest name-dropping. Stay true to the Man Without Qualities.
      • Nelson
      • Posted
      • This modern age bionic woman is a lisa
        simpson minus the pointy yellow hair,
        has independent moving mountain climbing
        legs of a billy goat minus hooves, uses
        tools like norm abrams minus penis, and
        one of the extremely rare who
        consistently and successfully treats
        EVERYONE she comes across with respect
        minus any bullsh*t.
      • John
      • Posted
      • What can I say? This girl loves crack,
        and I respect her for that. If I'm being
        honest, that's what made me love her in
        the first place.

        I'll never forget our time, and I'll write
        many emo songs in her honour. "We
        smoked crack (for love)", "Smoking
        crack gave me love" and "The girl who
        loved crack (more than me)" will
        probbaly feature fairly prominently.

        But seriously, stop bringing your crack
        round my way. I have this both tempting
        and comforting bosom (hi Meg!) to keep
        me going!
      • Pablo
      • Posted
      • C'est vrais que elle est jamais triste -
        elle sourit toujours. Cette femme est
        vraiment sexy.

        Y les suplico que tengan cuidado en
        conocer esta mujer. Su dulce brilleza y
        hermosura es capaz de hacer a cualquiera
        un esclavo del amor.

        Yo no resisti.
      • Meg
      • Posted
      • this is one cool broad. and she is the
        best hostess i've ever encountered. i
        could go on, but then you'd show up
        at her house unannounced all the
        time. like i'm going to.
      • Cynde
      • Posted
      • Thank you for one of my favorite evening/
        morns. You are the sexiest pop-up-building
        maker I have ever met.
      • Edgar Van Noten
      • Posted
      • Simply said, this woman is amazing.
      • Derek
      • Posted
      • i first met janet at a poetry reading
        sponsored by the Greater LA Society for
        Fisting Education. She walked up to
        podium to do her reading
        entitled, "Cunt and The Educated
        Muse". Her reading brought tears to my
        eyes and a rumble to my bowels. Since
        then Janet has been my muse. Oh janet
        why must you live so far away.

      • duchess
      • Posted
      • Their mood gradually lifted as they walked
        along the beach in Malibu and watched the
        millionaires in their chic shanty huts
        carefully keeping an eye on one another to
        check how rich they were getting.
        Their mood lifted further as the sun began to
        move down the western half of the sky,and
        by the time they were back in their rattling
        car and driving toward a sunset that no one
        of any sensibility would dream of building a
        city like Los angeles in front they were
        suddenly feeling astonishingly and
        irrationally happy and didn't even mind that
        the terrible old car radio would only play two
        stations, and those stimultaneously. So
        what, they were both playing good rock and
        roll.
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