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| Don't blame TV, blame it on me!“You know what people, the next time you blame TV or any other media output for corrupting your children, you should get your ass whooped by a Mexican called Li” 
Reading books or listening to certain kinds of music can give your child ideas, but it’s really your lives that trigger the instances in which your fifteen year old daughter would suddenly throw a flaming molotov right through the window on one of those days. Sure there’s some really sick stuff being made visually, musically, and both! But its how your current life style perceives to wanting to emulate that kind of crap so easily. It’s no secret to why people would want to be rich, superstars, or like those dumb blondes who have to stumble around, look cute, and bounce for a little to get the best of the former two  People would gladly be whores if it meant food on the table, and water for the next month (which I must say is becoming a widely accepted career choice during these times) There’s also a plethora of individuals gladly to become service men and deadbeat college drop outs who’d form tight knit groups of wacky friends to live out every day as an episode of Real World: Ethiopia. I, myself, listen to days on end full of peppy electro music who sings about love, violence, and James Bond being gay. But do I do all those things at once – though I’m still trying to convince myself that Paris Hilton would never let me see the Hilton hotels all over the world  - NO! I remind myself that I live in a town slanted on the middle of nowhere, and that unless I decide to move myself right out of that very town, I’ll die there one day  It’s all due to what we do with our asses - either you get moving, or you don’t. It’s all about getting off of our own asses and actually doing these thing right here and now! HBO adult specials don’t force you to buy a potato, shape it into a penis or a uterus, and then make love to it, it’s all about you buying that potato, shaping it into a penis or a uterus, and then making love to it as presented. Most people would just masturbate right out to just viewing that and getting it over with; in about five minutes or the whole running time of that programme. In fact, we’re all hypocrites to what we do each day. I’m one for saying that “evil shouldn’t exist, but without it, we have no reason to live but shoot ourselves.” We all do what the TV shows us what we could be in an alternate universe. It’s all just influence bait, but it’s up to us to do these things with our hands, words, and mind. So remember It wasn’t that guy on TV who chopped off his left hand for his girlfriend It was that neighborhood girl who shot her father, castrated him, and threw his body off the roof of a burning daycare | | |
| Short Story: New PetI ended up posting this without having a second edit, so please excuse some off wordings. But aside from need for grammatical edits, I'd like some criticism for this tale. Granted its not added into my WEbook project like the former tale (Wonderland) 
"This game is too beautiful for words..."
WARNING: some material may not be appropriate for persons 16 or younger (or moralists for the matter) [One-Shot: New Pet] ----------------------------------------------- | | |
| Dissecting Lazzarus’ HorsesAfter stumbling upon this song once more when rummaging through good old YouTube (even though it’s barely a decade old) I was reminded of the infamous Buffalo Bill danse as seen in Silence of the Lambs. Aside from gawking at the crazed man’s mangina for a good ten seconds while reading comments of: “Would you fuck me?” “I’d fuck me real hard” Putting aside the scene, the song is what caught me. From its soothing synths to some very skanky toned drum beats. It was really a heavenly song  When I had a few more plays, I tried to look for more info on the band Q Lazzarus, but sadly, I’ve only been able to find some info on Wikipedia or a few MySpace profiles. Nothing, all I know is that the band – or more focused on the front woman – has only made like two official songs for a single that’s only a ‘7 inch vinyl. If anything, I spit on record labels for not licensing her (less she chose to stay obscure) At least her most famous song is easily attainable now from either the official Clerks II OST or from online sites. Listening thoroughly to the lyrics once my ecstasy-induced ears were finally sober, I came up with interpretations to what the lyrics could mean. Taken from her MySpace profile: I feel creepy just listening to it. There is so much violence and obscurity within the walls of Good-bye Horses. It represents all that is good and evil in the world. It is what the world would be listening to on a Saturday night if the Nazi's had won the war, only if the Nazi's had good taste. This Song rivals every other song ever known to man.
“Such great analogy” Though on to my main point of this post, I’m going to give what I think – not saying it’d be the official meaning, but it could be about a break up or a death in the family  [You told me, I see the rise
But, it always falls
I see them come, I see them go
You say, "All things pass into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir I must say you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
Won't you listen to me] From this passage, I can interpret that it be a quarreling couple that sees one of the betters just trying to achieve what they’ve always dreamed of, but, they can never get to what they want to achieve. In this, he/she starts to see them go in and out of their lives as the nights grow longer. When the one trying to achieve this goal starts to interfere with their lives, the other has to step up to open their lover’s eyes to truth. [You told me, I've seen it all before
I been there, I've seen my hopes and dreams
Lying on the ground] From here, you can guess the one who sees their other trying to achieve, it could mean that they’ve experienced turmoil’s so similar; like a break up or trying to achieve their dreams. [I've seen the sky just begin to fall
He said, "All things pass into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
Won't you listen to me] Again, they fight, but then it all goes down. The one who thrives to achieve their dreams will no longer even care for their lover. The dreamer leaves, and the lover is heart broken… [Good-bye horses, I'm flying over you
Good-bye horses, I'm flying over you
Good-bye horses, I'm flying over you
Good-bye horses, I'm flying, flying, flying over you] Good-bye whores It could’ve been a dream to be a porn star, changing gender identity/preferences, or maybe they’re so infatuated in achieving their dreams, it has eventually became their own mistress. The one heartbroken cries over their sensual loss. | | |
| And the audience leaves with bitter farewells and withered memoriesI was going to metablog about good posts versus my posts, but then I realized “Who gives a crap anymore?” With the sudden second surge of users leaving this year, I’m forced to put up my thoughts on the whole thing once more. Last year, we saw a handful of our most beloved users leave our land of Xanga, and it was sad. This year, more beloved users are starting to die or slowly turn off, while followers of these once active users are leaving in caravans for other, bigger places (ie: Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, Blogger, Wordpress, Personal Sites) There still is a wide audience that flocks to Xanga on a daily basis, but these users are just people who blog a few words, browse around, then go off and have real lives. There’s only been a small trickle of serious bloggers to enter Xanga lately, while a group of blogging veterans of three or more years start to shut down their Xanga sites from either excessive drama, no wills to keep on writing, or just simply life in all a matter of seconds. When we all say farewell to these users that go on hiatus or leave, what we are really saying is farewell to our entertainment/reasons for logging into Xanga, and audience. At current trends between this time last year and right now, there has been a large dwindle in traffic numbers coming to this site. I mean, during some really hot days in the Fall of just last year, TheTheologianscafe would have beyond 250+ on a bare bones post alone, while other more well known Xangans would average around thirty comments the least on latest updates. But with more users leaving, and content being less then acceptable – I don’t want to point fingers, but the ISH sites kind of detract any more blogs coming into the main site of Xanga – I fear that since I respectfully try to blog for an audience, I’m blogging to a house that’s only partially full in the front row on good days. Not to say everything has gone down the drain, there are a lot of users that still average 50+ comments/eprops per posts, but then I find myself a little bored. I’m not trying to say that these users are bad writers, but a lot of the content seems really subpar compared to the erupting topics that were so ripe last spring. Maybe it’s because I’ve had one full year of blogging on Xanga, and a lot of the content doesn’t seem so fresh anymore. It’s like watching TV to only see the same show, do the cliché story of so and so, then que end; but with less soul. It could just be me reacting to all of this because I’ve became an online hermit to this site for so long now. But decline in quality blogging isn’t the only fault here; it’s the amount of users that leave us when the heat gets turned up. There was such a bigger crowd last year when the first Twilight bashing post was ever featured on Xanga’s front page. Now, you can catch about twenty hate posts a day from here or any other online outlet. I find myself seeing Xanga being turned to start pleading for a new EXK or famous people to join up their services (looking for the next Tila Tequila I must say?) Even though Xanga has started to become an overly repetitive soap opera, I’d be the last user to leave this place in a heartbeat (less I suddenly see my account here be instantly wiped out) I just fear that while I try my hardest to write more material to draw in more lingering eyes, the audience platform may continue to shrink here, and soon, I’d be force to look to places like WordPress or Blogger for new people to read me. Having to carry all my hard work put into this site, and over into other places unheard of by anyone else, I’d almost inch closer to go and say “FUCK THIS!” | | |
| BURN THE WHITE HOUSE!!!In the words of my fav comedian “PULLING FOR A THIRD SEASON!!!”
Honestly, I could probably blog about ten different reasons (cause typing a hundred would be absurd to do in five minutes) why I’m still a fledging Xangan/Blogger. But one of the key themes to having people stick around is content. And with the content that usually spews out here, who am I to say that I would leave just because some shit just got blown on some pro-lifer whining about why abortion is bad because her father raped her and forced her to get one. I stay here for the petty e-fights and nasty hair pulling between the users on this site. While I’ve yet to get entangled in all of this, I’ve stayed glued to my computer screen more than my old plastic box with a remote to even change the channel – seriously, Oprah & Dr. Phil is like Barney compared to THEO!!! Back in 2008, I returned to Xanga and found myself emerged with some pretty whoop ass entries; courtesy of authors like Nori, Eadie, Carmen, Sachi, and at some point, a part-time follower of TheTheologianscafe. With very witty/amusing posts, I had a reason to always log onto Xanga each and every day. There was always something somewhat readable out of my main fifty subscriptions. But what really drew me in was the amount of Xanga Drama that spewed all over the universal inboxes that were just instated. From fledging fights on the Xanga beauty pageants to dissing their momma, I actually started reading more than watching a rerun of Seinfeld. I religiously read my subscriptions page as if it were the newspaper (cuz there are news topics that are used to help cement their weblog post) There was always a post to read whenever there’d be boring times. Granted, back during that year, I just blogged about my usual ramblings and me giving a sandwich to a homeless man, there was a colorful array of users who kept the Xangaslash rolling. When I started blogging a little more of myself and the things I’d think about, I gradually started earning some more feedback in the process – to the point where I was swept up in the attention whoring game: YEAAAAAAAH *putz down the crunk juize* Aside from me craving attention, I stayed somewhat tame until the winter of that same year. While this year is left to be a little desirable, I think there still is a great variety of users who are able to attract more readers. I may not be one of them, but hell, long as SOMEONE is still making waves on this site, then I won’t go off so easily… just yet PS: Long as newsworthy articles keep getting created this year, then Xanga isn't completely dead. Its just having some coffee breaks in between the illeagal acts being sometimes created due to an online stalker posing as someone's hot Asian girlfriend | | |
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