| another xanga post about xanga...
it turns out i was wrong about this whole xanga thing. it was lame for a long time, and i knew it, but now that nobody looks at it there is less hostility, less bullshit rambling (i think), and less reason for me to use a myspace. myspace is EVEN lamer than xanga, i guess. it's like xanga is now only for hard core xanga-ites, which i am not, but i think xanga might now be...dare i say it...the dreaded...indie?
but i'm not complaining. since nobody looks at this i guess it's going to be where i put things i write, so i don't lose track of them.
if you actually read it, enjoy. this is something that isn't about xanga, but i now realize how well it fits with what i just wrote up there. eprops are appreciated!
Oh, adolescence!
who sits at her empty stop,
waiting for the bus,
You must know no route come here!
This is an old town.
Oh, I’m quite aware--
of your ancient town and you--
you are no younger!
That is why I’ll take this bus
straight out of your town. |
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| walking down a lonely street with my eyes closed
i find the ground is warmer, the air is wet.
i become immersed, my body disappears
i see through sidewalk at the years still hiding.
con ojos cerrados, no puedo mirarme
no es necesario; no soy mi propio
pienso en la calle de anos perdidos
la calle me pierde con ojos cerrados,
me pierdo debajo de anos pesados. |
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| fuck this
i wanna go to camp |
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| i totally almost forgot my xanga password
i wonder why
cause xanga sucks baaaalllls |
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| i don't know where i'm going to go to college so stop asking me |
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