So…
…new poetry. Blah-de-Blah-de-fucking Blah.
This is not multiple choice!
As far as life is concerned,
There are no answers.
Everything is hypothetical at this point.
Rules and regulations,
A man cannot create
a single veracity in this game.
You are no God.
We are but men.
…and these are no attempt
to explain anything.
Who are you to say
that life is this
or life is that?
You are no one,
and I am nothing.
…the man who works puppets
behind curtains.
Watch us dance.
Dancing to the beat of drums….
….heartbeat.
Thump…Thump…
© Caleb Cooley 2006
On to something else, and this is merely a footnote.
The entire Xanga Rating System is total bullshit as far as I’m concerned. Pretty much ALL of the “Drakonskyr Files” have been rated “D”, or whatever the fuck that means, so now I have to be 18 years old to read his random fuckery….as well as I have to be 18 to kill myself with tobacco (legally).
I just don’t believe in censors.
Parents, if you don’t want your children to read bad things off the internet, turn off the HBO late night television, and lock them in the attic where there is no internet connection.
Don’t censor it from them with random bleeps and shit, just don’t let them look at it if you think it’s inappropriate.
Fuck, my parents don’t care about that shit.
They let me watch CNN, and that’s scary as fuck!
~Caleb
..:edit:..
Notice I said “legally” in the above statement. Fuck, I got smart and just changed my age, so now I’m 26 as far as those fuckers in New York know. No more censors. I recommend you do it too.
You would think those fuckers would have thought about this and made some sort of counter HTML bullshit, but no, there’s always a loophole.