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| Do I dare? A hope reignited? A passion rekindled? Or (another) promised to be left unfulfilled? | | |
| Kurt Vonnegut: Fun to read, ruins your fucking shit to write about.
My guitar prowess is such that now, after only three days, every bitch in a four mile radius comes running with the first strum. I have to beat them off with a stick. Haha...beat off. Adolescent humor--never gets old, love it! As much as writing a 7 page paper about Kurt Vonnegut ruins my day, your shit will get ruined ten times worse when you see your girlfriend waiting in a queue to blow me because Colby+Guitar is unbeatable. Beat...haha, there's that humor again.
Here's a dialogue except:
"Hey hun, I--" You
"ououhouh" That's the sound she makes when trying to respond with my dick in her mouth.
"Shut up bitch, finish!" Me
"You sonuvabitch!" You
"Witty Shit" Me
"Dumb response that proves your inferiority" You
Me kicking you in the neck and shattering your larynx.
End story | | |
| Let me follow that up...
fuckin' shit bitches.
See, it's all about baby steps. I've promised, and lied for over a year about a return, and never did. I always intended to. But you fucks never got up there on the importance scale next to things like making children cry or perfecting the ability to remain only a borderline alcoholic without crossing over. Shit, you didn't make it past hardly anything. You abandoned me, and I felt you back. I'm not sorry for it, it wasn't me, it was you. You're sloppy and pathetic and will have to work alot harder to gain my respect back. But in my infinite wisdom and patience, I am willing to seek the depths of my tolerance so that when you lay prostrate before me I will not simply reach out and kick you in your ungreatful bitch neck.
So in sumation: No promises this time. Maybe I'll be back, likely not for long. I'm still not an alcoholic. You're mostly unworthy. I never am.
Good day ass munches. | | |
| A Hello to the Endless VoidA warm and welcoming hello to my dearest friends and mortal enemies, and to my thralls of random propers that seemed to disappear in sync with my profile picture. Shallow and stupid? Yes, but I miss them none the less. It is I, making yet another promise, that may well turn out to be empty, but a promise none the less.
Over two years have passed since the days of my first Xanga, arguably my better Xanga days, before I turned soft hearted, uninspired, trite, a whore to my image, as well as subscribers and above all a huge pussy. This Xanga is living, after this most recent resuscitation. It has present, as well as a past. And a past bequeaths history. A history which I don't think accurately represents what I wish to do, should I continue in future endeavors. Not to say I have changed my angry, ignorant, and self indulgent values, nor have I changed my opinions, or general writing style. I just wish a fresh slate, if nothing else than to gain a new audience to lure in and then offend, so as is now evident, this site has had a past and has a present, but will not have a future, but as a statue, a monument to what has passed.
In my nearly 6 month absence since I was a regular on these stomping grounds, a plague has seemed to come, and like the Black Death, has removed more than two thirds of the population.
Darwin seems to win yet again in his theory, the weak have been eliminated, while the strong remain. This may be only a sample population though, from my 30 some odd subscriptions only 2 remain in regular circulation, and they were my personal two favorites. This weeding out seems to have eliminated the worst of the worst, the emos and the goths, the profound quoters of popular lyrics, and the ten cent poets, devoid of both the artistry as well as the inspiration to achieve their means. Xanga may now become a community of people worthwhile of the air they breathe, and I hope to become a productive member of this society.
So Hello, I'm back, and now goodbye my friends. I shall see you in another life, or simply under a different name. To gain the name, all you must do is ask, if anyone is still out there that cares or has not yet been eaten by the Black Death.
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