rappin

jack and jill

chase em down a hill

yall know im dope

and that my rhymes be so ill

so why yall be frontin

when im just tryna keep it trill

cock back the hammer

let that bitch fly

BANG

dont even give the mic a try

cuz ill leave you dead

and ill make ya mama cry

so get off my back

and ill beat you by a lap

around the race track

i really shouldnt be a rapper

crap

ode to sock

ode to sock

my socks

always there when i walk

there as a child

when i was on the sidewalk

playing with chalk

here with me now

even if i go in debt to the mob

and they chop off my

sock covered feet

never will they leave me,

never will they mistreat.

my dino socks

blogs

i wonder if mr bebensee actually reads all of these. honestly i would not ask you all to blog 2 times a week just cuz i wouldnt want to have to read a lot of what you have to say, its just so many of my blog posts are just what no this is stupid nonsense jess you are insane. like that one about giraffes. why would g bebs want to read that. just a waste of time that could be used to grade REAL assignments

the government bothers me so much. i dont understand how one person can possibly tell another person how to live their life and control what they do how they do it and if the rest of their life is ruined for a personal matter. like sure things like murder and PCP are all well and good to be controlled by the government and be illegalized, but stuff that has no effect on anybody but yourself? thats just wrong like stop youre stepping on my personal rights ya jackass

if you dont like beyonce youre insane
if you dont like justin timberlake youre wrong
if you dont like bob dylan youre stupid

t o a s t e r s t r u d e l

i feel sorry for people who cant get the toaster strudels cooked all the way through. mine always come out perfectly warm all the way through with NO burned spots and its like basically defying the laws of toaster strudels like people dont even believe me when i tell them. i always set the toaster at level 4, after having let the strudel thaw for maybe a minute. i also dangle the icing packet over the toaster to make it warm. i am a toaster strudel genius.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=cmp9_bwNQPg&feature=endscreen
silly manatee stop being so silly
i used to love manatees i had this stuffed animal that was a manatee and i named it after this uk player whos name was kalena Azabuke or thats the way it sounded i have zero idea how to spell that for real how am i supposed to know how to spell that thats just preposterous

feeling death

i wonder what it feels like to hit the pavement after jumping off a building or whatever. would you even feel it all? is it too quick? or would it jsut be one final instant of insanely intense pain. the same question  goes for getting beheaded. like your head is still alive for a second or two after it gets chopped off.. can you feel all those severed nerve endings in your neck? the split of bone and your spinal chord and all that stuff? too bad well never know cuz everybody who could tell us is DEAD

2 k/BKkkIOO/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////bbbbbb                               - abigail

o r e o

oreo cookies are interesting.  i hear rumors of the white cream stuff being made of pig hooves. but who really knows if thats true. i find the chocolate wafers very impressively designed. such design! the slogan milks favorite cookie is amazingly accurate, never have i eaten a cookie so wonderfully complimented by the leche! the milk softens the crunch perfectly and honestly lends a whole new taste to the cookie when chomped upon. i truly do not comprehend those sick people who twist their cookie apart just lick away at the insides, you cannot deconstruct such a glorious food item just to lick at some lard! eat it all at once like its meant to be damnit!!

giraffe A** ho** sons of b**ches

if giraffes could talk i feel like theyd be so pompous. you know what im sayin? with those tall ass necks? looking down on everybody?  "HA i can eat these leaves alllll the way up here and you puny humans dont even compare to our awesomeness. LOOK AT OUR BRIGHT COLORS!!" - hypothetical giraffes talking. pompous bastards.

school is bs ya kno?

the school system bugs me.  grades and test scores arent a fair judgment of intelligence and yet they hugely responsible for quality of living and jobs and respecct earned for the rest of our lives. Just because a person is not good at school (turning in homework, dilligence, studying, paying attention, obeying authority, etc) these grounds of judgment for placement for the rest of our lives are false and do not correctly assess mental capability.

the fact that gay marriage is illegal makes absolutely no sense to me... we are supposed to be free, and yet the government does not allow us to marry who we want. thats completely un-american. how can they possibly fairly illegalize something based off of a christian principle, what happened to freedom of religion? how can they force christian rules upon this melting pot of cultures and religions.

journalism

being a journalist would be cool as hell. just travelling, going different places and learning about different things and documenting it. If i were a journalist id be like indiana jones but like a pen and paper instead of bullwhip. actually id still have a bull whip

NONBELIEVERS

the death of the unicorn was the death of innocence. poor children have lost their idol! how dare those animals kill such a beautiful dream. WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU HUH? YEA JUST GO AHEAD AND TELL THE IMAGINATIVE FOUR YEAR OLD GIRL THAT SHES WRONG AND CRUSH HER DREAMS SURE THATS FINE. what are you? voldemort from the first book? do you drink the unicorn blood to live forever? i bet you do. you disgust me. let them imagine while they can. you feel me? theyll get plenty of sucky reality when theyre older

Bar

the dreary late day sun
hardly strong enough
to permeate the thick grime of the windows
the heavy black door rarely swung open
due to lack of customers
or rather, lack of customers leaving
ever
the shambled patrons thanked this
the liquor was far too mean
and with air so fresh
and light so natural
the fluid-filled, compressed lungs
cannot handle it
and the weak dilated eyes
far too unadjusted
for far too long
inside,
the room was not full of people
but packed to the brim
with talk, slur, and flying spiddle
the drink liquidates the tongue
and crumbles the barrier
between thought and vocalization

Does death satisfy?
Does death satisfy?
quench the bloodthirst

stress

let me go
disgusting abomination
fiending scavenger
praying on the weak nerves
gnawing and grinding
at my anchor of sanity
with those blunted
malicious
carnivorous
teeth

i must cast you off
be gone
be gone
but you have sunken
so deep in the recesses
cracks, folds,
of my aching mind
constantly infringing on my presence

Alas, in a head on attack
i would be engulfed
absorbed in a horrible downward torrent of drak
like being in a swimming pool
of thick crimson
when the drain plug is pulled

so rather than destruction
i must conform to the wishes and expectations
so that i may exceed
and leave this cretin
abandoning this monster
that has been set upon me
never to confront each other again

a flare of twanging orange
red
tugging at my corneas
attention drawn singe the edges
burn away the fringe
dissolve the fat
light it up
watch it all bubble away
at least none of it
mattered to begin with

art is a matter of soul. You cannot express yourself if you have no idea of who you really are at the core. thats why there so much bad art out there, awareness of true self is so rare

come on little lady
sit in my passenger seat
hear the leather crack?
i like the fight
fight with me
and we wont do what they tell us to

so lets share a life for a moment
hide the nine millimeter
in the glove box
cock the hammer

posh corruption
inflated self worth
reality wears brass knuckles
it hits hard
but has shit aim