| So, it has been a while since my last Xanga confession and I have some words to say to you all. Forgive me for I have sinned many many times.
Great Idea of the Day:
1) Become infamous cereal killer. 2) Get caught and be placed on death row. 3) Order cornish hen for last meal. 4) Eat the cornish hen whole, forcing myself to choke. 5) Die eating last meal as the ultimate FUCK YOU to the man and his wicked system. 6) Form band with Zack de la Rocha. |
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| SHANNON MAGIC by: Wesley Williams. If I ran at you like a ram and placed my fingers beside my head facing toward the sky, would you call me crazy? If I had no idea what I "sedan" was, would you laugh at me? If I gave you the "look of death" every time I saw you, would you love me any less? The answer to all those questions is a resounding, NO. SHANNON MAGIC is everywhere. |
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| ODE TO VIREN. How do hos love thee, let me count the ways. 1. You are a brown adonis, though far from the madding crowd of great Wessiah. 2. Your eyes are like bowls of chilli waiting to be devoured by Athena. 3. You hate black people more than I do. You are a great man. |
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| Nothing at all happened to me today. This entry is sadly a microcosm of my entire existence. |
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