An ode to Xanga

This was my youth.

My last two years of high school.

People commented here.

My exploits were well known.

It wasn't all about vanity, as myspace much is.

Can I say myspace here?

I met some good people here.

People that have had an impact on my life.

I got my hopes up, and crushed because of this.

This was my vehicle to express my feelings. My legacy was made through aid of this.

I met you here. I talked to you from here. I liked you because of this. I still like you. Why? I don't know. But i do. Its schweet though. Im never one for complaining.

Mars Volta OMFG ART.

I remember when Xanga thought they could charge people money, just so people could bold and underline font.

I've missed you. Please. chew through my eyes again.

Make me complete/

I am drunk, on lust!

Stuff that box inside that gun!

Hot damn, it's a cold night here on my outpost.. damn Siberia. At least I still have the night to keep me company.

Oh, snow your incredible whorish hands make me tremble. You rattle me to my core!

Sometimes, I think about how cool it would be to be famous... and to know someone else who was famous too and from here...

Like if I grow up to fufill my destiny of little girls calling me weird when I was in grade school, and become some sex-mazing surrealistic artist, how cool would it to know another person? Lets say Xavier Duran.

The tiny nympho and his attributes sit with me well. I enjoy his writings and pictures. How amazing it would be for us to be famous at the same time.

And having media whores ask us abotu each other. Aside from the typical "He gives fantastic analingus, and I always enjoy having anal sexual intercourse with him" comments, how cool it would be. for us to both be famous.

and to give each other -eprops. id gush about his work, and he'd do the same. i think it would be splendid.

My lips burn. They are on fire.

Skankakee

So I met your mom tonight.
Oh yeah was she pretty cool?
Oh yeah she was real nice..
...now when do I get to fuck her?

5.1

if it seems like im all in or about my own little world here, im not. i'd love to here what you think. thats all i wnated to say right now.

Bimbo.

The alarm wont stop ringing.
so?
i think something means we need to wake up?
what, are you on cocaine?
no. no im not, but listen. lets go, we need to go. get ready for work.
but its a sturday, we have all day to sleep. why must you wake me now?
because, if i didnt, we'd miss this day. And i dont want to muiss today
the sun rose over the city, thier apartment with a window let them know this was particually true.
they jumped up and out of bed, and all the feelings they had flowed to thier hands and feet.
he remembered what he wanted she remebered herself
lets go to california! lets frolic in the waters?
but why should we? we hsould just stay here, look the view is amazing and we can go walk around!
but no! i dont wnat only walking. i want to forget here, i want to knwo something new
well i see it your way now. lets buy tickets or something to go.
ok, give me a moment.
ok, now here, cozumel. so sunny. so nice and lovley.
i love it! it makesm e think of high school, oh cant you remember high school?
yes. yes i can. i could feel my thoughts then, i could appreciate a good sunny day more then i do.
my job robs me baby, it leaves me with no feelings.
i know i know, we need to change our lives. for the best
so do you lilke the new look?
of course. it makes it look a little "hollywood" reminscing but who cares?
i dont. its amaizng.
lets open the balcony doors tonight, shall we?
we must, we must.

LSD Chronicles 2

Internets wars... serious Ebuisness
i am goin to take the next trrain to gerogia, i dont know or care when it stops
as long as i can walk through peach orcahds, with my suit and straw hat top
i ve been gettin robed since i was born
and shun and told to stand down low
a whisper among a room of murmurs with experience narly piercing the air
a hush, a whisper afloat
like that of a penguin in the chill arctic night
and up throught the aire arose such an amazing beuatiful sound
that raised my hands toward heaven and set my heart a new
it was the ocean, foam, spraying hile hitting ice

i like to float among the faceless concrete scturtuce that dot my hometown of chicago
but such a request is unreasonable, such is the request to touch you
to hold to brush to caress you taut, expreinced skin, drenchecd drenched like no other
just an apparitoin of beauty to fair to be true but one thing i kow is that ill love you
if you stay the same, or decide to change liek autumn, i miss you so, and i know despair
that would be losing you, and i wouldnt and couldnt bear
so i suck at ass, and get juiced up
to write shitty poems that make no sense as a horribly veiled attempt to mask my emotions

Pseudo Rock Box!

you know the only univrsity that cant disrcedit capn xrunch?
university of cap n crunch


a squadron of tweleve bill cosbsy could recreate and create a utopian dream, the one dreampt about by darwin, and full of all majestic animals that arrive in such grace as to mimic an shipment into the local musuem of chicago in the 19302
AHUT UP

seriously
eternal rainbows
unicorns
and all the pomp and regalia of majestic things in the 30's as shown by movies that come out now and portray the 30as

im exceeding at levels beyond my capacity
that means alot to a purveyor like my self
i thank you for not interrupting my journey to view all of chicagos beauty, unmolested and in the flesh
huh??
wat r u talking about
i dont really knmow
forgive me
these ideas pore in my head
sorry for being a nuisance

I guess this is what Michael Olowokandi felt like

I obviously jacked my name from the upcoming Bloc Party album.... sue me. I love the feel and artwork the album conveys, and if you don't like it, then you're probably related to Marge Schott.

This is my first post, but certainley not my last. I just figured I'd use this to write about my life, and all the excitment contained therein. All the things in that world that interest me and that keep me up until the wee hours of the morning. Certainley, this is not a myspace type "OFMG LOOK AT ME PIX N COMMENT ON MY RUMBLINGS" type blog.

Im not going to change the way the world is, or re-invent the written word, but I expect to keep you kids entertained.

Until we meet again.