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  <title>Cha Ching!</title>
  <subtitle>I like coke :)</subtitle>
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    <name>Well,yeah, Jess.</name>
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  <updated>2009-05-21T23:21:02Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jess_rhea:2486</id>
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    <title>whew it's been a while.</title>
    <published>2009-05-21T23:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-21T23:21:02Z</updated>
    <category term="boredom"/>
    <category term="poem"/>
    <category term="tomorrow."/>
    <lj:music>Sex On Fire by Kings Of Leon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hello sapiens,&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;im still on &amp;quot;punishment&amp;quot; or whatever. Mom looked at my myspace and found some dirty messages. oops.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now im in counseling and&amp;nbsp; resticted from the computer.[she isnt home right now.]&lt;br /&gt;MY&amp;nbsp;MARINE&amp;nbsp;BROTHER JUSTIN&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;HERE!!! he&amp;nbsp; looks fabulous:)lol!&lt;br /&gt;the last day of school is tomorrow, then sophmore year can suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jess_rhea/pic/00008g1w/"&gt;&lt;img height="239" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jess_rhea/pic/00008g1w/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;this is justin and cameron:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short poem also i wrote&amp;nbsp; while sitting bored in church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not like my father, and i am not like a man,&lt;br /&gt;but i am like the woman whose holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;she is more than a late night, shes my very best friend&lt;br /&gt;we believe in the thing that keeps us&amp;nbsp; on our toes, always on our toes&lt;br /&gt;everyone who sees us knows, leviticus is as leviticus goes&lt;br /&gt;when the day comes that change is eminent, or that sheer willpower isnt enough,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can find peace in each other, the kind that closes arms&lt;br /&gt;the kid that causes the most alarm, but not the least of harm.&lt;br /&gt;And she is like a tapestry, a thousand shades of red,&lt;br /&gt;it bleeds out on my bed, it bleeds into my head,words bleed onto my tounge&lt;br /&gt;then forever go unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;I am not like my father, and i am not like a man, even if i were, i wouldnt understand&lt;br /&gt;how one mind controls several thousand bodies, this is woman, this is man,&lt;br /&gt;See the sky and see the sand, Im buried 6 feet below your hands,&lt;br /&gt;below your office buildings tall, even when you know i could take away it all, all of it away&lt;br /&gt;your posistion and proposition so predictably in place&lt;br /&gt;Is it so unlike love to leave us emptyhanded? our emotions slightly tampered,&lt;br /&gt;but our hearts forever branded&lt;br /&gt;So what is this love that we cannot walk away from?&lt;br /&gt;Some will call it my damnation, taken into consideration,&lt;br /&gt;i still dont know why a world full of so much hate&lt;br /&gt;can walk in three hours late,&lt;br /&gt;hear one side of the debate,&lt;br /&gt;then decide, they are forming the antiside,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;we refuse what we cant materialize, sexualize&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;If i am not like my father, and im not like a man,&lt;br /&gt;then i wish someone could tell mewhats forcing my to stand&lt;br /&gt;on this end of the phone, this end of a battle that is much too well known&lt;br /&gt;i will state for the sake of these states of forgiveness that i never stopped loving anybody,&lt;br /&gt;and just becasue they walked out on my doesn't mean my heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Heres my offering of suffering, if it wasnt suffering in me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jess_rhea:2245</id>
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    <title>jess_rhea @ 2009-03-23T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T20:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T20:19:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When all the energy ran out of me around noontime today&lt;br /&gt;when the bell sounded and feet moved shuffling&lt;br /&gt;and i moved slower than the rest. &lt;br /&gt;When the house was dark and the grass cut clean straight on&lt;br /&gt;who cut the grass so clean?&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;folded myself, and held myself for hours and days and days&lt;br /&gt;Mother said, &amp;quot;dinner time&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;lets play cards&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;but my hands were vieny and cracked&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt pick up one single card &lt;br /&gt;right back to my hovel i stayed for 2 more days&lt;br /&gt;THen the scary things began to occur&lt;br /&gt;a sister never born&lt;br /&gt;the pain seeped through the window crack&lt;br /&gt;lines and vines and crawling bugs&lt;br /&gt;it seeped into my pores and crammed into my eyesores&lt;br /&gt;and bore into my eyeballs and glazed over my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;do you get it?&lt;br /&gt;would you get it if i slept on my&amp;nbsp;stomach tonight?&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair or kind, nice, or smart, and &lt;br /&gt;everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can cry like I can cry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jess_rhea:1960</id>
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    <title>march something.</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T22:49:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T22:49:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to the mall after school today and I am surprised at myself for buying shoes-finally.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;DIDNT&amp;nbsp;EVEN&amp;nbsp;NEED&amp;nbsp;THEM. but they spoke to me ...&amp;quot;buy us buy us buy us...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, what the heck, they need a mom.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'mwearing them now.but that beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;my best friend garret is like being such a chick right now. he's like, &amp;quot;why dont you ever call me anymore?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;so im like,&amp;quot;suck it up im going to see you in like 2 days&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;It's exam week! ive been bored all week so far and nothing eventful has happened,really.except that i made a new friend. her name is katie and shes got like, wildly red hair and white skin. shes really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is wednesday and i dont want to go to church! we sit there for 2 whole hours and the youth leaders make you feel really uncomfortable and on the spot when you have to pee[WHICH I ALWAYS HAVE TO PEE BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I HAVE URINARY MALFUNCTIONS!] but the people there are so beautiful. i was reading in &amp;quot;the odyssey&amp;quot; about the sirens that lure you to your death with their beauty and son, and it reminded me of the people at that church. they are the only reason i go there. plus, they are all very musically inclined. &lt;br /&gt;anywhoo. That was my day--or week in a nutshell. and it's only tuesday.haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i get to see my brother justin in a month!&lt;br /&gt;i will include pics of him later.=]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jess_rhea:1738</id>
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    <title>Hope it Rains.</title>
    <published>2009-03-14T01:36:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-14T21:53:26Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>That's not my name--The Ting Tings</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;Starting out, it was alright&lt;br /&gt;I went to work,grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;bought all the foods you used to eat&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and waved at strangers&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was nice&lt;br /&gt;told myself to stop bythe post office&lt;br /&gt;everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't 'till the door came open&lt;br /&gt;the house was quiet like always&lt;br /&gt;I keep the blinds closed all the time&lt;br /&gt;God, you loved the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more mason jar to add to my collection&lt;br /&gt;I feel the tears, but I can't fight them now&lt;br /&gt;I keep the blinds closed forever&lt;br /&gt;God, you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I really pack up the car again,&lt;br /&gt;drive myself away?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the strength-or fear- to hurt myself this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging for a pour&lt;br /&gt;If i'm lucky, it will drown the roar&lt;br /&gt;of your voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is sometimes unexpected&lt;br /&gt;good stuff happens when when were not ready&lt;br /&gt;with closed blinds, I can't see the light&lt;br /&gt;the ruthless morning meets my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take notes of what triggers me,&lt;br /&gt;writing scribbles on my arms&lt;br /&gt;I've never know that one lone love&lt;br /&gt;could deal me so much harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging for a pour&lt;br /&gt;If i'm lucky, it will drown the roar&lt;br /&gt;of your voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jess_rhea/pic/00007p9y/"&gt;&lt;img height="224" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jess_rhea/pic/00007p9y/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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