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| ATTENTION: NEW XANGA, THIS ONE IS GAY
http://www.xanga.com/nightmarishfiend | | |
| Does little trivial shit make you insane. It does me. The little dumb things that shouldn't drive me crazy do. Like if a certain girl will barely say a word when you try to talk to them but then will scream hi to another guy and run up and blab their mouth off to them. Shit like that drives me crazy. It shouldn't though, cause I know there will never be anything between us again, but yet knowing that also drives me crazy. Listen to me ramble on about this shit. I think I'm losing my mind or maybe I'm dumb. Or maybe I'm just happy. Yeah, I think I might be happy and hating all in one whole emotion.
"So please forgive what I have done. No you can't stay mad at the setting sun.
Because we all get tired, I mean eventually, there is nothing left to do but sleep..." | | |
| Today wasn't bad. Sometimes don't you just want something better in life? Like things should be better and there's just that something that you're missing but you don't know what.
"Why do I still keep you around, when I know it brings me down. I'm hating everything..." | | |
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To everyone who met him, John Wayne Gacy seemed a likable and affable man. He was widely respected in the community, charming and easy to get along with. He was a good Catholic and sharp businessman who, when not running his construction company was active in the Jaycees and was also a Democratic Party precinct captain, when he had his photo taken with then First Lady, Rosalynn Carter. He also spent much of his free time hosting elaborate street parties for his friends and neighbors, serving in community groups and entertaining children as "Pogo the Clown". He was a generous, hard working, friendly, devoted family man, everyone knew that -- but that was the side of John Wayne Gacy that he allowed people to see.
In private he was a deranged, homosexual pedifile, serial killer. His famous last words before he was exacuted were, "Kiss my ass!"
 
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| I've been listening to the song The Widow by The Mars Volta(the song on my xanga) alot and basically in a short crappy summary it's all about a smoker who does from smoking cigarettes and leaves his wife a widow and that really gets to me because in the future when I have a wife and kids I don't want to die early leaving them by themselves. I really want to quit smoking. I just need that someone to make the reasons a reality.
Here's the lyrics to The Widow, Please READ them, it has meaning to it:
"The Widow"
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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