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| Where'd ya go? I miss you soWOW Xanga has defiently tooken a slow downward turn for the worst the last year I recently looked back over my posts, how utterly stupid, pointless, and pathetic most of them were but I saw it as a reminder of where i've come from, i guess so if any xanganites still exist...come feel the noise, possibly in chicago -dont let this be a dead letter hidden by the ruins of past failures and attemps in life- | | |
| Short Story....All eyes focused, not a blink was seen. The criminal sat silently on the stand, faced with twelve honest men. His conscience had been replaced with murder, dishonestly, and disgrace. The family members of those he had slain were torn between the loss of a loved one, and the burning hatred for the monster on the stand. The pictures of mutulated torsos, skinned carcasses, and bloody cradles hushed the on looking court room, even the high reigning jude was silent as the plaintiff, in grotesque detail described the murder and cargnae that now was presented to the people of the court. As evidence was presented and testimonies taken there was no doubt the verdict the jury would be taking. But one last man was to be questioned. It was not what he knew, what he saw, or what he thought he heard, it was the question everyone wanted to hear but at the same time wanted nothing of his answer. The air was thick with wonder, hate, and sorrow but all wanting him not to see tommorow, as the defendent rose, stated his name and birth, and swore on the holy bible, ready to tell all of his horrible curse. The next twenty minutes were utter shock as the murderous monter told his tale, how he was tormented as a child, molested, beaten, and abonded by those who's job it was to love him. One by one the courtroom turned from raging riot, to guily confused individuals. The jury deliberated for nearly two days to decide the fate of the mangled soul, which rested in the criminal. Finally, on the beginning of the 3rd days a constuction worker from the Bronx chosen as chairmen of the jury rose with a simple white piece of paper with only one word on its plain canvas guilty. There were no gasps of happiness as the verdict was read, only torn thoughts of how this man was once a victim and now only repaing the monsers who had created him. | | |
| CollegeSo here Iam in college, Its been over a year since my "trouble" And iam exactly where I said I was going to be, but I am still not doing what I am passionate about I want to write...I want to write for the world, I want to move people beyond what the think they can be moved I FEEL So out of control I go to Kaplan University and basically iam stuck till i have my assoicates in like 15 months, but I dont want to be a business man I want to write but I CANT! The dream... I see the lovers, I turn in shame. I feel the fire but walk into the flame. My chisled heart of stone shutters more than the norm. The shame of a loveless life is that I will not endure more. I see love and quickly am out the door. The life I live is o' so shamed and unclear I write all my love and am called a "homo" and "queer" This rthyme I write is obsessed and stupid, I should of left it on the burner in my mind, to save you the hassle . -seth slagle | | |
| The sweet song of love....GOTCHA! No I do NOT have a significant other No I do NOT have a job No I do NOT do drugs No I do NOT like liver My love of life will sustain my absent thoughts and dreams, the simple pleasures of life and the smiles of those around me is my life, love and my pursuit for the feeling out of my reach....love -seth marshall slagle I strive each day to convince people that I am a person that they cannot afford to forget I pray to God that my smile and face will be engrained in the memories of those I encounter, and that their rainy days will be my challange to uplift the soft of heart, I pray for that peace....I pray -seth marshall slagle I blather of love and life and my passion of the two, but the truth of the matter is simply blank. My life is hampered by toils of the flesh, each night I lie my head and dream of peace and rest. My days are endless with passion I suppose I smile and wave and friends and foes. To this last line I denouce the foul-hearted, be quick o' souless man for my life and love is always the quicker hand. -seth marshall slagle So basically I should be doing my homework or eating my Ben & Jerry's half baked ice cream but after the comment I received today I was inspired to share how and why I click, without the love and the life that goes hand in hand with it, there is no life to begin with. Incase I dont see you good afternoon, good evening and goodnight -Seth Marshall Slagle | | |
| An apartment has been found!!So I have recently been approved by Benson and Bell management team to rent an effientcy apartment for $295.00 a month with my roommate LUKE the new address is 227 S 17th and I think its room #3 but i'll be posting the official stuff in about 2 weeks when I move ok well other than that no new news -seth | | |
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