﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Matt_KulKid's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Matt_KulKid</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid</link></image><item><title>Spazsisity</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/596594926/spazsisity.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/596594926/spazsisity.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 12:05:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Spazsisity- the art of being spazzed...&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;So I have not been on in a while and I apologize for that you all. I hope that in the future that it comes to better terms with how I am doing on this.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;So a lot has made me come to the realization that this site is not as important as me writting on Face book and are Myspace... Because I seem to gather more people on those sites. they tend to be more or less, more involved. It is easier to reach more people and get them to see who I am and where I come from, thusly changing people's perspective on who they are and how tat effects how they will react to society. I am going to continue to write on this and would love to hear from you all again, however if you want to reach me... Find me at Facebook....&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;my user name is Matthew M.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/596594926/spazsisity.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Writing the line to my own song.....</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/588034817/writing-the-line-to-my-own-song.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/588034817/writing-the-line-to-my-own-song.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 14:17:50 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So I am trying to find out what my slogan for my life should be.......&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;"Change your friends to fit you, do not change yourself to be with your friends"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;"Be a person of morals, not a person who gives orals"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;"Be a leader, not a follower"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;"If someone one wants to deny you a dream, wish that person dead"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;you pick...... tell me what you think or if you have a good one for me let me know....&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/588034817/writing-the-line-to-my-own-song.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>A new month a new meaning.....</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/585984248/a-new-month-a-new-meaning.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/585984248/a-new-month-a-new-meaning.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 17:29:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So for lent I gave up sex, and yet to have it. I think that I am doing pretty good, and instead of having a relationship that does not last, I actually have someone that I care about and want to pursue. Without the thoughts of cheating going through my head. I know now that hanging out with people, I do not have to sleep with them in order for them to keep coming back to hang with me. Course it took a revelation and an amazing guy to do that. But none the less it was done.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;So tell me your theories, and things you gave up for lent. Why did you do it?&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/585984248/a-new-month-a-new-meaning.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Long time no see</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/578964725/long-time-no-see.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/578964725/long-time-no-see.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 18:05:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So I am sorry that I have not posted in a long time......... But I have a question...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I met somoeone who is on disability because he has seizures and bi polar dis-order..........&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;So is it fair for a person who can work not to work due to a condition that is treatable?&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/578964725/long-time-no-see.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Hey ya'all I am back</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/576395816/hey-yaall-i-am-back.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/576395816/hey-yaall-i-am-back.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 12:33:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Hey so I want to know your guys opinions about homosexuality...... In general.... whether you are gay or straight tell me...... Then I will give you my opinions.....&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;Ciao&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/576395816/hey-yaall-i-am-back.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>In midst of company....</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/573166598/in-midst-of-company.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/573166598/in-midst-of-company.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 12:23:45 GMT</pubDate><description>I stepped out side with a crunching sound beneath my feet. I pulled my jacket tight around my waste as I jammed my tingling cold fingers inside my coat pockets. I firmly placed my feet left over right and preceded down the sidewalk. I felt the air rush the back of my neck as the smells of placid, dry leaves filled my nostrils. The pictures my eyes saw were several trees slumbering in the midst of this chill. Snow spotted its way to the ground as it melted on touch, the ground not yet cold enough for it to stick. A dog was barking in the silence of fall. It shook the wind vigorously as its voice echoed through. I huffed my way up a hill where friends of mine and I would sit under the shade of the old Oak tree.... It looked older than ever on this cloud covered day. Its branches like fingers, bare and plain. Its wood darkened by countless years of life, and several of sleep.&lt;BR&gt;I walked by and stopped to glance behind me. A child played alone... A lone child played glaring back at me he stopped and shot me with his imaginary gun. I laughed and returned the fire. I flung myself in my direction as I dodged a bullet from the gun fight that was gone. I picked myself up and continued my course.&lt;BR&gt;As I walked on I noticed, the birds and bugs that have ceased their music.... Gone till the heat of spring pierces the cold, and throws my world into a new garden of life. I miss the sounds of the Woodpecker drumming on the tree behind Mrs. Edmonds house. Or the crickets that make you feel safe walking home on those warm nights. But for now silence. A quite so loud it deafens the ear. &lt;BR&gt;The grass from the field stood desolate. It was alone for now. It was bland and almost to repulsive to look at. The deer are gone from its sheltering stance. They have trotted off to find shelter and warmth within the forest. They pay visits to their once lively home, in order to scavenge for substance. But for now they neglect and reject their home for the winds blow hard through the blue and grey stems.&lt;BR&gt;Fall makes the days drag into minutes of yearning. Yearning for that smell of hot grass. The taste the wind gives as it brushes you lips in spring. The voices of a million birds, and insects creating that harmony... Yet now it’s Gone... Gone for the season… gone...&lt;BR&gt;I sat in the grass which protected my face and back from the harsh grasps of the wind. I turned as my ears spoke of footsteps in the far off. A young male not but 20 walking alone; hands neatly folded around his chest as he faces the battering wind, the lightless day, the dreaded silence of music, the tree that stood isolated, the lone child shooting at stragglers, and treading through seas of tall grass that engulfed my face and back. He drew a smile as he sat beside me facing what I left behind. Then piercing the silence, I saw myself in the midst of company. </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/573166598/in-midst-of-company.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Irony...</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/572588071/irony.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/572588071/irony.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 03:35:01 GMT</pubDate><description>What is the greatest socratic Irony that has happend in your life that you are aware of?</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/572588071/irony.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, February 18, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/571400878/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/571400878/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 22:02:11 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;IMG title="click to choose" src="http://x22.xanga.com/a6bd470b46735107595465/q76245883.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To my big sis. I love you girl....... (my cousin actually just she is like an older sister to me.)</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/571400878/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Priority</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/570635245/priority.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/570635245/priority.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:02:09 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Take charger of what you need to take charge of... Be the person that you are responcible for.... Do what you want and say the fuck to everyone else..... Friends come and go... and frankly you can say that about a lover as well... But the truest person you will ever meet is yourself.....&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;What do you think.....&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/570635245/priority.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Reality......</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/569710898/reality.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/569710898/reality.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 03:37:20 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I know that I am stuck up.... I know that I am arrogant.... and I know that I am the biggest asshole this side of the Mississippi.... But people flock to jerks.... People need the jerk to say what they want to say... Do what they want to do.... What seperates us assholes from the rest of society is that we are the people who will not take bullshit from anyone.... I believe the saying goes.... "You mess with the bull, You are going to get the horns...."&amp;nbsp; Well meet a bull.....&amp;nbsp; To my close friends I am a teddy bear and the loyalest one of the bunch... But if you terminate my trust and hurt me purposely I am going to get even...... "To all that is deserving....." I know that it sounds mean&amp;nbsp;but you know what some people deserve a little karma... and some deserve a little bit of the horn to through them back into reality..... I am just one of those people that was tired of being the non-literal "door mat" and wanted to be a person that has a backbone....&amp;nbsp; You are either with me or against me.... and if you are against me that is kul... but if you purposely strike at me.... whether you miss or not, I am going to strike back and get a direct hit every time......&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;This is the reality..... Get used to it.... No more "I am a (mat) Matt" Now I am a fucking Bull get used to it.... It is the Reality.....&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Matt_KulKid/569710898/reality.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>