EXiSTence is this: disconnection and conflict of thought. my goal: to reconcile the irreconcilable; to redeem the unredeemable; the forsythe the unforsytheable; to make sense of nonsense and nonsense of sense. "God forgive them for they know not what they do."
name's jesse. i prefer nonsense to logic. as so shown. less than the age of the crucified jesus, i am forlornly contradict. my literature bespeaks the absurd… naughtiness of mind. i do not wish to be understood nor made an underling of… understatements.
drivel is it, like the nonexistent mustache of mister bush and karl Rove in a pink thong.
