XANGA #9

Main News:

Sorry it’s been awhile kids! I’ve had to do so much last-minute writing
that I got to the point where I did not even want to think of writing.
It’s not that I dislike it, I love it, I just got a bit tired of it if
you know what I mean.

I skipped fourth period and wrestling practice today. I’m curious to
see whether H writes me up or not…whatever. I could really care
less at this point. I’ve become so jaded with school that I really do
not care.

I’m considering becoming a hermit. I’ll live on Tybee Island and do
nothing but drink coffee, watch sunrises, and tend to my Aloe Vera
plants. Have I mentioned them? I have four plants. The aloes are named
Lucious, Alouicious, and Victor. The other, I don’t know what kind of
plant he is, his name is Ralf.

I also understand that this seems totally and completely random. Part
of this is because of my paragrah spacing, another part is because it
is. Just keep in mind that this is news, not a goddamn story. I don’t
have to necessarily use fancy transitional phrases and make the piece
flow. “If you don’t like it, go fry an egg.” -myself.

Hillary: I understand that my answer must have called for an
infuriatingly high amount of patience, after yours was runnin on fumes.
I just needed a little bit of time to think about what was going on and
the possible consequences of my actions. You’ve read my post on
relationships, you should know how reluctant I am to become intimate
with anyone. I believe your answer is ‘yes,’ I just need to find out
exactly what I am getting into. Also, please keep in mind that I have
never done anything like this before. I am incredibly reluctant and
hesitant here as I have little to no clue what the purpose or role I
serve is exactly.

Other News:

1. Friday, I am staking out the ice cream place where Paul Newman
frequents. For those of you who don’t know, Paul Newman is the guy in
the background of this page.
2. I can be reached at ##########. That is my cell.
3. Feel free to call me at any time. Whether I am awake to answer or not may sometimes be questionable…
4. I just wasted a couple of numbers…including this one….damn

Song Lyrics:
The Widow, By The Mars Volta

He’s got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They’re the kind that will talk
Through a weezing of coughs

And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I’ll never
Never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for

And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I’ll hide
Cause I’ll never
Never sleep alone

Oh lord
Said I’m bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore

Everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I’ll hide
Cause I’ll never
Never sleep alone

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I’ll never
Never sleep alone

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Night Y’all…