December 8, 2009

December 7, 2009

  • xanga is alive in well in the dreamtime


    xanga is alive in well in the  dreamtime
    i had a weird dream where drakonskyr rolled up in his ghetto land shark pimpmobile
    wit  some barnacle type dude who i thought was i was gonna have to kill over some shit we had before when he jumped out of dmv's other ride (low-rider car straight from the Vago's in GTA:SA) and tried to knife me but i hit his ass with a brick and it shattered dmv's window and that dude's face so first i thought drakonskyr was rolling up on me with that asshole looking for revenge but it wasn't that dude after all and dmv was all like he just wanted me to know that he wasn't responsible for all that shit that got whack before and by way of apology just wanted to drop off a key of coke and say welcome to san fransisco ...the other dude was some aspiring hunter of dreams THAT LOOKED AND SOUNDED JUST LIKE  ROBIN WILLIAMS BACK WHEN HE WAS STILL FUNNY LIKE IN THE FISHER KING or something and anyway it was his coke and and he just wanted to thank me personally for kicking that other dudes ass earlier cuz nobody likes him anyway and he starts a bunch of pretentious art school knife fight arguments at the caffe and fucks up the vibe where they all like to hang out and bullshit and smoke that killer california shit
    sprinkled with peruvian flake.
    dmv, the legend himself had a ghetto ride nigga rich in black and gold, oil baby, n.y. tea.
    with gold plated rims that spun like the wind.
    he said get on out here, boy.
    he said get on out here.
    the avocados are green.
    and then i woke up
    to tell my girlfriend it was time to wake up
    at 6:00 a.m
    because her phone got washed
    and
    the alarm clock is broke.

November 10, 2009

November 3, 2009


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    Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
    Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
    Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    They'll never stay home and they're always alone
    Even with someone they love

    Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
    And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
    Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis 
    And each night begins a new day
    And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
    He'll probably just ride away

    Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
    Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
    Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    They'll never stay home and they're always alone
    Even with someone they love

    A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
    Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
    Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do 
    Sometimes won't know how to take him
    He's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
    Do things to make you think he's right

    Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
    Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
    Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    They'll never stay home and they're always alone
    Even with someone they love

November 1, 2009

  • This Wood Needs More Fire
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    damn....where did everyone go? i used to get dozens of comments and footprints...they've all trailed off to a virtual standstill. maybe it's because i'm not as popular anymore. oh, how the mighty have fallen. i weep for the future.maybe people got tired of holding their breaths to see who won the poetry contest.maybe it's because i hardly ever comment anymore, even to the ones i love. hi phil. how's trix? maybe they're wondering if somehow i might grow up. maybe it's because my stalker finally found a life.but not bloody likely. and maybe all this (insert word of choice) is just a passing fad or phase, or maybe it's still destined for greatness. only time will tell. it's been three years here for me. i plan on sticking around for a while. but being a xangalebrity is nothing i aspire to be anymore. i eventually will get around to the last round of the xanga poetry fair. it kinda got overwhelming. if your poem did not make the cut, try again next year. thank you for playing. and to all my friends, old and new, i wish glad tidings this yule season. that's it for now.
    play safe, children.

     

     

     

October 31, 2009

  • The 13 Nights of Halloween

    originally posted October, 2006

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    All these stories are true, as to the best i can recollect them, without embellishment. And i indeed apologize to my loyal readers for the hacked up little piece last night of lessons in pain from my mistress, Sleep. She commands and i am wrong to disobey, for i am overfond of staying awake.

         

    Here then is tonight's installment of the 13 Nights of Halloween.

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October 24, 2009

  • fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeahhahahah!see you at the party this year? fuck yeah
    hahahah!