malibu_man's Xanga

Where'd ya go? I miss you so

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 07:29:55 GMT

WOW

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....

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 22:44:40 GMT

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.

College

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 03:01:58 GMT

So 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....

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 02:27:27 GMT

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!!

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 19:48:19 GMT

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

Taking out the stiches..

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 07:44:34 GMT

Through all the years there had never been a hole, tear, or thin cloth he could not repair; no matter the damage his hand was a true surgeon in the ways of his trade. Till the life he had built crumbled like stale bread. All around him the walls came down, the love he had made was tearing at the seams, the indisputable life of prestige he had made wore through and his skin was exposed to the unforgiving ways of the world.

For the first time his seams were untrue, his stiching exposed and visible for the world to see and his love was bare from head to toe. He watched his life........what it was, what it should f been, and then just as the movies and books say, there was a flash and his life was in fast forward. Then just as it began with the light of life, it was over with the pain of dark unending death...

-seth slagle 7/7/07

The shame of being American.

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 14:36:07 GMT

So we recently hired a morman at work...

Our supervisor told everyone to watch what we say and so on and so on. So he was gone this week and one of my co-workers in particular decided it would be a good time to express his lack of understanding in the english language. Now dont get me wrong I believe there is a time and place to curse, but everyother word out of his mouth was f--- that or b----- it was riduculus. I usually dont care when people use foul language but this guy was just BLAH, it really made me think of how incompetent americans are.
A little of this individual... He's 18 drop out, and got kicked out of 2 job corp....in TWO different states, real bum right..To say I pity the fool is not enough to think he will go through life with little understanding other than his job and maybe a poor soul mate is beyond me. To live with such low standards of life is un-thinkable and down right un-american...

NEXT RANT
As americans we stress the education of foregin language, but as I pointed out above we dont stress the ENGLISH language enough to make socially eligable humans. We would rather pour our government funded monies into the foreign side we forget about the most important thing, ourselves.

and another thing, I only have $700 left on my bank loan....ya I think Iam done, thanks for reading, the few of you that do :)

Dont you love the medal!! (it wasnt even mine ahhahaha)

Ouch

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 23:31:53 GMT

His blood soaked shirt where his heart used to be, laid motionless at his feet. What vile and disguised love he had held and to only have it rip him apart from the inside out, was still fresh on his soul

He slowly faded from the room with his mind racing like the star in the sky, what had happened? How had he not proven his love before her. In her most dire need to had been there, before death said hello and goodbye he was the one she had to hold and cling too. The memories flooded more than he could bare as he slowly rose from his chair, to the chest, to the porch, where he ended this loving affair.

In death his love was still there, grasping as he once did to her.

-seth marshall slagle

Life under review...

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:59:22 GMT

As well known as lovers be their secrets will be kept between he and she.The wedding bells will ring their clamor loud and that a secret will no longer bebetween those lovers, he and she..........

"The he and she will never be" the old man smoking said to her and me

"Your young and able but your heart is unstable, for you two lovers to be"

unable to crasp his deep despise the young man smiled, and in suprise the old man simply shook and said.

"I was young as you two were and thought my love, was the answer! To think that our love was to tough to deal with daily lust and all thats real, my love left without a tear saying "love was not all its up to be, we're lovers you and me", and to this day young boy I swear, as I did on that day, that young lovers can never last throught today, tommorow, or your past.

To that day I smile and laugh as that old man sat and gaffed, trying desperatly to unravel the love of her and me.......

But to all those who read and wonder is this tale no more than a a plunder? To that I can only ask is your love of present or of past, for love in the past makes it a plunder, but the love of today will make you sit and wonder....Can we be like he and she? Her and me?

---original story by: Seth Slagle

What ever happened to the 9-5?

Fri, 11 May 2007 00:25:52 GMT

So I started

Adams last night at 9pm-7am it was quite long I must admit but it wasnt bad

but really just waiting for graduation on saturday and working full-time for a couple months till everything is paid off then save a little for moving in july-ish

hopefully sooner than later, cause this town is getting old metaphorically and physically

it needs to pass away............