jesusbite [2003-09-07 05:22:10 +0000 UTC]

Link of the Night! Just for you special folks (all fucking 80 of you), Ive got the most fast-paced thing I could dig up from my archives, to suit my fast-paced lifestyle as of lately.

Hey, even the words are good. Read, and you will know what I mean.

As always, random loving, fucking and sucking from your friend, ~jesusbite .

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jesusbite [2003-08-07 04:07:50 +0000 UTC]

Link of the Night ! I figured you needed some more good reading material, so I went digging through my list and picked out the finest imagery, crispest words and some of the best storytelling that I could find. I love poetry that people can get jealous of. This is some of it.

And as always, random lovings, soddings and fuckings from your bud, ~ jesusbite . You can have your choice of your sexual deviation.




And as a bonus, the Poet of the Night. ~agraphia

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robertpaulson7 [2003-08-05 06:48:26 +0000 UTC]

Your icon is the fuckin shit...very rad.

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jesusbite [2003-07-01 02:33:40 +0000 UTC]

Link of the Night! Bitches.

It only took me six months to get it going again, but I picked a doozy this time. Its a pseudo-slammer, with a humor that slides in and beats you in the testes with a shit bat.

You'll understand when you read it. Go. Now. And, as always, random huggings, kissings, fuckings and general appreciative tappings from buddy Jesusbite.

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spyed [2003-04-10 10:15:54 +0000 UTC]

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
I know. That's why it's going to work.

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jesusbite [2003-02-16 05:34:20 +0000 UTC]

Hope you got that SoC as its gone now. If you want it and dont have it already, Ill send you the file.

Link of the Night!

This will be the last one for a good deal of time, if not forever. So, I decided to end with a really really really fucking good one. Hope its enjoyed.

Lots of love, soddings, fuckings and massages from the ~jesusbite .

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spooki [2003-02-03 06:28:29 +0000 UTC]

*smiles n snuggles up*

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-cerberus- [2003-02-01 18:01:20 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for the comment!

-- Simon

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jesusbite [2003-01-31 22:42:49 +0000 UTC]

Ill try and upload it tonight. Its just that the situation has changed. Drastically. Maybe Ill write some.

Time to crash my computer now, though.

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spooki [2003-01-27 06:50:51 +0000 UTC]

*snits*
*bites*
You teh hot shit.
*nodnod* Look at the fooker in da piccy!
*wiggles*

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jesusbite [2003-01-05 06:37:33 +0000 UTC]

Link of the Night! Hows that for a return?

After you read this beauty, stop by and give feedback . And, as always, random huggings, kissings, fuckings and general appreciative tappings from buddy Jesusbite.

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jesusbite [2002-12-24 03:37:29 +0000 UTC]

Link of the Night from the good ol' Jesusbite! Huzzah!

Tonight, a special 2-for-1 deal! A piece of prose, and a rather nice poem!

Iris! An Introduction .

Get your random fuckings, lovings, soddings, or hugs and donuts at his page ~jesusbite . And let him know what you think.





A Summary of Events up to and Including The Kiss
Nick Rountree


Pull up in a bus
Anticipation beaded on the skin like sweat
Only, less gross
Grab a bag that feels lighter than it should be
Momentary panic, then reassurance in the form of a
Phrase to be repeated: "Oh well, deal with it"
Up a path of cracked cement being encroached
Upon by green creeping tendrils trying to execute a hostile takeover
Crush a tendril for good measure, Man is better, we have a bigger dick than you
Stupid plant.

Inside, mingling with a horde of faces, all friendly and smiling
Comfortable, finally
Eyes searching for her, the anticipation building to a breaking point
Almost frantic, a missing face in a group of friends never caused so much distress
As now, blood races in veins, causing all sorts of unwanted side effects
Strained voice, slightly caged appearance, and a nasty tendency to blank out of conversations
As eyes make yet another desperate sweep around a room, like some burnt out lighthouse,
The fire dimmed, but the casing still rotating, seeing nothing and only acting as a
Dangerous obstacle to ships passing in the night.
Damn it.

Sitting in a circle, surrounded by less faces, but still just as friendly.
Panic temporarily forgotten, in the face of overwhelming kindness.
A noise to my left, slight disturbance, annoying in the midst of a circle of amiability.
Turn, to inspect said distraction, and forget everything.
With bag under arm, she stands, waiting and speaking to someone.
Memories flood instantly, voice, smell, touch, all assault me immediately, and I realize,
She hasn’t changed, and if she has, for the better only.
No Words.

She plays, though no one but me listens. She strums chords that are familiar yet new.
I’ve heard this in my ear almost everyday for the past three months, and still,
I cannot stop from total infatuation with the folk song goddess in front of me.
My own damn fault anyway,
Always have to find the really great people and become friends with them,
Damn me, a smile creeps across my face and I look into her eyes, pools that I could
Slowly drown in without complaining, and yet, I can’t keep eye contact.
I falter, for the first time in a long while, and feel,
Can this be? Embarrassment, Infatuation, dare I say it? Have I
Fallen In Like?
Unabashedly Yes.

We’re experiencing the thrill of sneaking out without the danger of being caught,
God bless Jeff, a pillar among men, and a boar among police
We walk, in silence, under the clear rays of a cold, crisp, moon.
Conversation is followed by laughter, and with laughter comes the favorite of
Young boys enraptured, the moment when the female in your life, moves a little closer to you,
Fits in just right, right in the little spot between your... place, and the other place.
Comfort, again. A slight warmth against the chill, a stolen chaste kiss among the apples,
A slight detachment from a larger group, silently, without consultation, a solitary path is
Chosen, to be traveled as we sit fit, when the mood strikes us. Free, among the orchard,
Frozen grass sparkles and crunches beneath our feet. From down the hill,
Voices of the other group, those accompanied by an adult. A fleeting moment of eye contact.
A resolution, to run. And we’re away, up a hill, grass flowing smoothly like a frozen green waterfall,
Moonlight reflecting in the shine of her hair, a stride in front of me. We stop, move to the side out of view, and we’re facing each other, under a gnarled guardian of a tree.
We Kiss, And it can only be described as
Exhilarating and
Thrilling.






Enjoy enjoy.

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jesusbite [2002-11-20 02:20:28 +0000 UTC]

Link of the Night! Love (with random lovings, soddings, hugs and fuckings), Jeezy.


Five Minutes More
Bri Morin






if I could paint you
you would be chocolate
rich and thick
like mid-June nights
riding in my car
no shoes
roll all windows down
dip your arm up to your elbow
in warm summer
humming air condition melodies

this morning

the harsh hand of reality finds me again
drags me
kicking and screaming
from sleepwalking
into today
course blanket against my face
serves a silent reminder
that I am now awake
I fight waxing sunlight
willfully binding my eyelids together

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spooki [2002-11-13 05:33:36 +0000 UTC]

*leaves love*

*lovelove*

*winks*

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jesusbite [2002-10-27 03:18:43 +0000 UTC]

HOORAY FOR DDR MOFUCKA!

Link of Da NIGHT! From yer pal', Jesusbite.

Take your random lovings or fuckings or snoogins and then go read. Its good, I swear. One of my favorite poets.






You, reflections and shadows are the only proof of my myth
i am nothing buit a story being told
the spook who sat by the sign up sheet
spitting whole hearted words
into half listening ears my time ran out
i ran out the door behind her
trying to catch my second chance
to make the right first impression
and that's when i ran into an angel with blood on her wings
she told me she had flown to close to the truth
and was never quite able to reach her dreams either
i apologized
and i wiped the blood off of her wings
and now we talk on tuesdays
but our talking turned sour and now we argue late nights
this seems to be the best time to hide true emotion
see we've tried to just talk
but we've shot the breeze so much
we've left the atmosphere filled with all this dead air
and inspiration is no longer airbourne
see our words used to have wings
but now they just fall flat
like emotion read off paper
but i'm illiterate to all her emotions
so i read her lips imagining her words to be as happy as we once were
and i wish i didn't have to be so wrong
and i wish i had my butterflies back
and i tell her
' you know sometimes, i know you cry cause you have nothing else better to do
and praying won't convince you.
and i wish i could be there for you and for me too
cause in my dreams your tears are enough to get me home
but in the real world my tears are exactly what keeps me from getting there
and feeling sorry for myself has become second nature to me
like loving a king for his crown or laughing at jokes at my expense
but i want to be more than your HA,HA,HA!
i want to be your messiah
i do
and with these hands i want to baptize a single mothers tear drops
turning them into rain drops
forcing her to grow new smiles each day and i will
but i'm told my days in this existence are numbered
but i grew up in this existence coloring by the numbers
so each day is as bright as i can make it
see i've been here for an eternity
and i plan to be here for another
so what significance to past lives play
if we can't appreciate the ones we're living in
come talk to me
you are everything i've dreamt you to be
but am i what you've dreamt me to be
see sometimes i know enough to cry
but tears in relapse never seem to make much sense
so i don't do it
and please no more plaguraized reasons
cause all your excuses are starting to sound the same
and believe me i wouldn't have such a hard time believing myself
if i wasn't always repeating myself
and i tried
i tried say things just once
but it's not the intent of your word
but how your word is taken
i am the first word God spoke
and the last word the poet wrote
i am love and though attempts have been made to destroy me
i live on




by shihan

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jesusbite [2002-10-07 22:41:39 +0000 UTC]

Link o' da Night! Yes! It returns! Full-force, as well. Maybe. Check back tomorrow.

Random lovings or fuckings or snugglings (pick one) from your pal' Jesusbite.

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lordmarcus [2002-09-23 23:38:42 +0000 UTC]

thanks for the comment

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lordmarcus [2002-09-23 20:36:14 +0000 UTC]

thank you for the comment

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spooki [2002-09-11 17:56:21 +0000 UTC]

*needs to add a diff vote option for ya* *really loves the deviant*

I love the poetry hun. Ya talented, don't doubt that.

Mucho love and I miss you lots!

*xoxo*

It'll all be ok soon. I promise.

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djb5k [2002-09-09 19:45:42 +0000 UTC]

"FAYGO? Whats that"

What Up! Interesting gallery.

Your a Pornographic Connoisseur too?!!

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jesusbite [2002-09-04 01:53:40 +0000 UTC]

Linkie of the Night numbah 1, and then if youre feeling lucky, Linkie of the Night numbah 2.

Random lovings and fuckings from your good ol' pal Jesusbite.

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jesusbite [2002-08-30 04:38:25 +0000 UTC]

Link of the Night = Godhead, and
Link of the Night = WickedMan.

Mourn the dead and read them.

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halfliquid [2002-08-25 03:16:01 +0000 UTC]

FAYGO?

What's that?

(and thanks for comment - )

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gasmouth [2002-08-16 07:36:45 +0000 UTC]

thanks alot for the comment on my nin wallpaper.

you have some cool shit, im gonna add you to my watch list.

dude, play rifts? i bought a few books for it, but i am not a math guy and it seemed kinda math hardy for someone that hasnt played games like that in 5 years. but the world is fucking killer.

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halfliquid [2002-08-15 21:38:20 +0000 UTC]

thanks for comment .

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musickrazy57 [2002-08-14 01:09:56 +0000 UTC]

GIR ROCKS!

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spooki [2002-08-13 17:06:23 +0000 UTC]

yay for more submissions!
-gglz-



yay! -goes to work on it-

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jesusbite [2002-08-11 19:52:04 +0000 UTC]

Freak.

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lusiphur [2002-08-10 01:23:02 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the kind words and the +fav. Yeah, I thought about doing a layer of grey but you're right, it is cheesy so I stuck with honesty. I read thru some of your poems, you got some tight stuff there. Keep up the good work.

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kit-t [2002-07-27 19:34:23 +0000 UTC]

Thanx very much for the +fav! I'm so glad u liked it!

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cheba2 [2002-07-25 21:47:10 +0000 UTC]

thx for the comment and the

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SeaFairy [2002-07-20 00:05:49 +0000 UTC]

Thank you so much, I am so glad you like it.
And HELL YES it was fun doing it

:heart to you

-Lilly

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jesusbite [2002-07-15 23:02:14 +0000 UTC]

Hey! I KNOW YOU!

But you knew that.

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spooki [2002-07-11 05:07:33 +0000 UTC]

~gglz n' snugs on the deviant~

i made it myself!

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