I told a man that I was a skilled hitman for hire,
and he didn't believe me,
so I shot him in the face with birdshot.
Pro Bono is a bitch.
Uncategorized
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Fuck, oh well...
New writings....enjoy.
The flesh
it tears
it falls apart
The world
no cares
we fall apart
Yet bare no marks.
Where is this sacred lily?
Forgive us Father,
we know not what we do to ourselves.
Forgive us Father,
We once were lost.
Forgive us Father,
but now our hands are tied to blind men.
Forgive us Father,
Absolve us of our...
We do every unspeakable wrong
In Your name
Lie, steal, stab
the sunlight in its chest
Now the entire planet
has grown dark with your regrets.
This is a funeral!
black shirts, white ties.
This is a funeral!
Pallbearers: Greed. Lies.
Oh God! We know not what we're doing!
This is a funeral...
...for ourselves!
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Okay, so maybe I'll just put my poetry and pictures (basic media and literature), as well as a couple entries of harrassing interest under protected.
I'm just too damn lazy to do it all. Hell, I've had this site since late 2004. Think of the number of entries.....well over 250 actually.
On a side note, the band played a show last Saturday.
T'was good.
-Cable
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I got this bulletin on MySpace from a girl.....it said this.....
Subject: Yum Baby!
Body:
cream(me!) + cookie(katie) + peaches(kristy) = delicious yummy scrumdidlyumptous snack.
My response went as so:
I bet it does. I have a feeling this snack doesn't come in free samples like they have at grocery stores, where old ladies hand unrecognizable things out to little children on sharp wooden toothpicks of doom that will eventually become lodged in the child's throat, upon which the child's vocal chords will be permanently damaged. Upon noticing this, the parents will sue the grocery store to become rich, abruptly causing the store to close down and the old lady fired, causing her to have no choice but live on the streets, wear a sign that says "Damaged Goods", and eat mutated sewer rats for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, for the rest of her miserable life.
...Ah! Poetic Justice.
Cheers.
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I'm tired of being the object of ridicule and so forth, and so for now on, most of my posts are going to be protected. A select few of you are already on the list, but for those of you who want to get on, well I might let you, and I might just have my reasons not to...
Just a forewarning to all of you insolent assholes out there. Oh and by the way, I'm going through my archives and deleting a good portion of the posts as well, as well as making some private, and the ones that are decent may be protected, or I might just get too fucking lazy (and tired at that because it's already 1am) to change anything.
The layout with be the same, everything will be the same. I might add a few new links, after realizing that I've paid for a premium account without ever really taking advantage of it besides enjoying the absence of the infamous "Xanga Ads of Doooooooom" at the top of the site.
So here's to privacy, and selectiveness, and all that other bullshit that I don't feel like getting into. I'm not DMV you know....I can't waste all my time on "teh intahrnets".
-Cable
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This goes out to pagannation666
There's no more room for God in religion......
There's this guy now, that says that I should think about becoming agnostic, because it supposably "fits my lifestyle and they are less strict."
Nigga, I won't say this twice.
I'm not religious. But I believe in God and the Holy Sacrifice.
My entire belief system has NEVER been based upon rules and regulations commonly incorporated into religion. My beliefs are based upon the relationship I have with my Creator and Savior.
Call it spiritual.
-Cable-
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I'm on an old-skool Deftones kick. I love this stuff!
Oh yeah, my band has a cd out. Come to a show. Go to FairWell's MySpace to hear some songs.
Peace.
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An much needed update on my life thus far...
Not a whole lot has been happening since the last update. The writing process has been slow and grueling and for the most part unproductive, but hopefully we'll get some things turning soon. The band has lyrics for a few songs, some halfway decent ideas, and sufficient time to practice, but yet the cops are always called on us, so we may be forced to migrate elsewhere, such as Mikey's basement. I guess you could truly call us an "Underground" band. We may be under ground, but we're not dead.
Prom is coming up. Not that I really care about going, because I don't to tell you the truth. It's just that everytime around this part of the year, someone does something dumb, and ends up in a car wreck and gets killed, and I'm hoping that #1. It's not me, and #2. It's not anyone I know. To be more politically correct, I should probably say I hope NOBODY gets in a car wreck, but that's highly improbable, and so I choose to lower my standard in the Hope Department. Things happen, I know. Alot of people from the three highschools died last year.
Chase, Carlos, Ty, Nick
R.I.P. and all that good stuff
But I'm not gonna halfway pretend I care about someone I don't even know, and say how good a person they were when I don't know them. Being dead won't ever make ME a better person, so why should it make them one? But I know, Death won't wait. I just hope nothing bad happens this year.
People, I'm single and looking for someone to share long romantic walks down the beach with AGAIN, despite the fact that the nearest beach is about 300 miles away. I curse Arkansas for that one.
Later peeps,
Cable -
For all of you who missed
Any of the shows at The Attic
Here be the videos. Sound quality is iffy, but what can you expect. We're no professionals here!
The Attic Part 1 (March 6th)
The Attic Part Deux (March 6th)
The second one being with me giving a shoutout to my Mom for her b-day (Nevermind that!)
The Attic Spring Break Tour 2006 (March 20th)
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