lights go out hush descends on

me, merry-blazing inferno that I am

raging against my fuel, pissed off

little blaze, not understood by anyone, least of all

me

on one wall are seven portraits cheerful

on the other a grinning girl, but she don’t love

me anymore, or she do, which is worse?  I can lie awake

asking myself, seeking out answers in the place I’m

least likely to find them

so one side of my bed faces my childhood, and the other

my rage, rage, burning passionate ever brighter ever higher

shame that fills my lungs, and sometimes my stomach and

worst it goes for the eyes nips with

persistence, gnat of humility that adorns my brow,

then launches to orbit my head while I dance and smile,

then settles back

I can’t face her, she won’t pat my hair down when

it lifts off my head in plumes revealing an

old sandwich once nibbled on by

Men Of Intellect but now mouldering

in direct opposition to the

satirical whirring of my frontal lobe

No one cares.

Not even me really.

I don’t even care that

I’m a cliché.

And fuck you for

being so bright

(and happy.)

Hey folks.  This little weblog of mine has seen some good days, but it's time to relocate to www.livejournal.com/users/egosumnoah - this is how it goes down in Ohio.  If I'm feeling narcissistic, I may post a Best Of follow up to the 9 months I spent on this xanga.  Elsewise, that's life.  I love you all!

Sincerely, NoFeitzle for Scheitzle

P.S. the new weblog is named Down to a Science: the Things I Say to Make You Like Me

courtesy of www.achewood.com - the coolest there is

Been a while .  Well for those of you who aren't in the K.N.O., I am presently kickin' it in the Pacific, accruing mad Hawaiian melonoma points ("Melonoma is fancy-talk for super-sexified," Family Guy).  I've been here for almost a week, and I'll be stickin' around for another week to arrive home the morning of the 11th.  Summer has been Xtra Delishis, although I still need to get into frisbee mode (and possibly out of gaming mode (and consequently out of fat/flabby mode (and therefore out of women-shielding-their-eyes-when-I-take-my-shirt-off mode))).  Ummm...

So I was snorkling yisterday (what a sweet word - 'snorkle' -  sounds like something Snuffelufigus might do) and I swam out past this painful-shallow reef and saw this sea turtle, maybe 250 lbs, and followed it a bit, and was like 'awesome!'  So then I'm swimming back over the reef, and lo and behold, another turtle, this one larger, and digging some spongy-food out of a crag.  I'm all like 'coolness!' but I've already done the turtle thing, so I keeps on a-swimmin'.  Then I sees another turtle, coolness!, and then another, and at some point I look around myself and I'm surrounded by five turtles ranging from maybe 175 to 400 lbs, and one starts moving towards me.  In this part of the reef the water's about 2 feet deep, meaning I can't kick proper, and also meaning I'm basically moving through a plane.  So I kinda freak (I know, they're herbivores, but STILL, they're way bigger than me) and I start splashing a bit and get uot of there lickity-split.  Well, sobrevivé with only a minor cut in my toe from the reef (it still hurts a bit to walk, making me lameness incarnate).  I later overcame my fear of turtles by chilling with possies of them in the company of other humans.  As a side note, my bro almost got 'pooned by some fucktard with a penchant for tropical fish with spearholes in them.  What a steusch.

Anyhow, Hawaii is so ridiculously awesome!  I'm on the Garden Island of Kauai, the land of thousands of waterfalls.  This place gets more rainfall than any other island on earth, and the swamp at the peak of one of the mountains (the highest altitude swamp in the world, at over 4,000 ft) gets more rainfall than any other point on earth.  The mountains which rule the inner 85% of the island are streaked with these beautiful sparking streams, some of which fall almost a mile.  It's mad heinous.

P.S. should I move to LJ?

Xanga time! Ok, so it's been a while. Summertime! I love it sooo much! And I miss everyone! Mushy, but true. When will people start throwing parties? I'm getting antsy over here.
Hmmm... I graduated, my little bro graduated... I really have nothing to say...

NINJAS!!!

Edit: I also joined www.friendster.com - it's easy, and funny as hell!!!