A boy, a plan, a death to happyness...

Looking back I was never-ever right. You were my stepmom who always wanted me out of your sight. I would come walking in and I'd say "Hello" but you'd slap me and you'd make some fucked up comment about my clothes and I tried to let it pass, but the visions in my head were with you with a knife up your ass laying dead, so I pop some more caps in your ass, now your son is not so fun. MOTHER FUCKING BITCH NEVER TRY TO PLAY ME!

We wanted to blast the world free of history.... picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.

Hey, this is John. I abandoned this xanga thing for proly half a year/ a year, i uno. Got bord so i mite az well randomly doin this again, we'll see.