﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>ShhhN's Xanga</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from ShhhN</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Sunday, March 04, 2007</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/574446495/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/574446495/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2007 07:44:06 GMT</pubDate><description>Where were you when God died?&lt;br&gt;
	          Me, I was across the street looking on&lt;br&gt;
	          As the cops approached his car with guns drawn&lt;br&gt;
	          I wished he had actually had a gun&lt;br&gt;
	          So he at least could've fought back,&lt;br&gt;
	          Where was I when god died?&lt;br&gt;
	          I was at his side while we made war in the hood&lt;br&gt;
	          Once separated, I ran left, he ran right,&lt;br&gt;
	          As the shots rang off he cried&lt;br&gt;
	          When god died...&lt;br&gt;
	          I was holding her honey colored&lt;br&gt;
	          Seven year old hand in the hospital&lt;br&gt;
	          As she lied B4 me beaten &amp;amp; raped&lt;br&gt;
	          I'll never forget those eyes,&lt;br&gt;
	          Those young but no longer innocent eyes locked on me&lt;br&gt;
	          As god was dying...&lt;br&gt;
	          I was at home watching a documentary&lt;br&gt;
	          On the African AIDS epidemic&lt;br&gt;
	          And all his nurse could do to comfort him&lt;br&gt;
	          Was to place a cool damp towel on his forehead&lt;br&gt;
	          With his last breath he looked up&lt;br&gt;
	          To whisper " Thank you"&lt;br&gt;
	          As god passed away...&lt;br&gt;
	          I was screaming "Leave him alone!!!"&lt;br&gt;
	          From my prison cell&lt;br&gt;
	          As the Aryan Nation skinheads stomped the life out of him&lt;br&gt;
	          And the guards didn’t move, they were to petrified to help&lt;br&gt;
	          While god died...&lt;br&gt;
	          Bleeding to death in my arms&lt;br&gt;
	          Because James Earl Ray decided&lt;br&gt;
	          That he didn’t want him leading us anymore&lt;br&gt;
	          So god died...&lt;br&gt;
	          Thousands of miles away from home&lt;br&gt;
	          Fighting for a nation that regards him as a problem&lt;br&gt;
	          Ironic, the bravest men they had, labeled as a nuisance&lt;br&gt;
	          I saw god die...&lt;br&gt;
	          Stalking the jungles of our homeland&lt;br&gt;
	          As we walked side by side vainly attempting&lt;br&gt;
	          To protect our families from imperialism's encroachment&lt;br&gt;
	          Only able to match our enemies firepower&lt;br&gt;
	          With the fire burning in our hearts&lt;br&gt;
	          Whiched still burned on&lt;br&gt;
	          After God died...&lt;br&gt;
	          I rock back 'n' forth slowly on my knees crying&lt;br&gt;
	          For I had helped him bear his cross&lt;br&gt;
	          Up the hill of Golgotha, when he could no longer&lt;br&gt;
	          Being a god myself I felt his pain&lt;br&gt;
	          But being the true God he may have died&lt;br&gt;
	          But he didn’t experience death&lt;br&gt;
	          Which is the destiny of all of God's gods&lt;br&gt;
	          As long as your heart is true...&lt;br&gt;
	          So is God dead, no, but does he die? yes&lt;br&gt;
	          Everyday, but to him dying is merely a transition&lt;br&gt;
	          And knowing this gives me what I need to continue on&lt;br&gt;
	          For I know God is with me &amp;amp; in me&lt;br&gt;
	          And when it comes time 4 this god to die&lt;br&gt;
	          I know I shall live on...</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/574446495/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 06, 2006</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/553444702/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/553444702/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 05:30:20 GMT</pubDate><description>Yoo, long time no xanga!?&lt;br&gt;Hah...Theres so much that needs to be updated on my life.. A LOT. I'll do that later..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but I also had random thoughts about Christmas and this holiday season..&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know
everyone’s excited with this holiday season officially in session and all. I’ll
admit that I’m tremendously excited too . But, i've been ind of bothered but some things..and how people are either forgetting or just dont know the true
significance to why we’re really celebrating. It’s awful enough to take any
individual who’s done so much for you for granted, but to take Jesus for
granted is heartbreaking. Just take the time to remember.. He’s the main reason
for CHRISTmas, and the main reason to our holiday season. Let’s welcome him as
Christ and allow his rebirth truly shine because after all, He is the true
meaning. Never allow anyone take him away.

Feel me?&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/553444702/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, March 28, 2006</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/464141106/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/464141106/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 00:30:26 GMT</pubDate><description>Today is someone's birthday. Happy Birthday to my mom! =]=]&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/464141106/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Aye! Peep this riiiigh hurr yo</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/461267122/aye-peep-this-riiiigh-hurr-yo/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/461267122/aye-peep-this-riiiigh-hurr-yo/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Mar 2006 01:12:10 GMT</pubDate><description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dude, today something funny
happened. My brother came home from school and noticed tehre was only
one turtle and two fishes in the turtle bowl we have. It's crazy, cause
we own two. So, my sibs and I were like WTH!? Where could it have
gone.?? We started to look everywhere. We called our parents and asked
them weird questions like: "Did you take one of the turtles to work?"
and they'd reply like "of course we didnt.. wth?" So we just kept
looking....Up until I finally found that sneaky punk. The dude was
chillin on top of the Capodimonte!(those porcellane rose decoration
things) It was sitting there at the top of it in the spotlight of the
sun! Lol. Hah, random huh.=] &lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/461267122/aye-peep-this-riiiigh-hurr-yo/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, January 06, 2006</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/420928161/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/420928161/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 00:06:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;HACKED. how did i know? lol.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIENE PRUDENTE! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;-rebel. &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/cool.gif" width=15&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/420928161/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, January 02, 2006</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/419058660/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/419058660/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 20:41:33 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think that love is the most beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thing in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don’t give a fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘Cuz I have no original ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to get women to fall in love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women who hear this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall in love with me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘Cuz that’s what it comes down to. Life or death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve seen a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack off to a Gap window display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So don’t tell me love isn’t important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, love isn’t that easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In fact, love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the bane of my existance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reason why I hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day and Halloween, Which is about ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I think you know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going to the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've only got 3 ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in this land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But that doesn't mean they don't bring their friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cuz girls rarely travel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in this land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydia is from this land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to kiss her while listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cure's just like heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now that song makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why must we associate music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With our love lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not trying to be prodound here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just saying that music takes me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can't explain the memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Process involved in that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beacause I was not a psychology major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And maybe my problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With picking up colege age women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has to do with me always asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yo' shorty, what's your major?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't think of women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in terms of picking up them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and maybe I should open up my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sensitive side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but raelly the sensitive side sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can only imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the kidns of sweaters they make you wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not fair. Love is not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And war is not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't care what anybody has to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel unloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Beau Sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Sport Wifebeaer: &lt;/span&gt;the unspoken truth&lt;br&gt;
Yeah. real shit&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/419058660/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 30, 2005</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/416684755/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/416684755/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2005 06:39:51 GMT</pubDate><description>Random stuff&lt;br&gt;
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Mark Gonzalesss: dude..&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: girls are indecisive like..&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: you have to find that one girl..&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: who thinks like we do..&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: and would be willing to sacrifice..&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: as much as we would..&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: i feel that we think alike..not similar..but alike&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: and i can refer things to you as i would for myself..&lt;br&gt;
Mark Gonzalesss: would you feel the same way?&lt;br&gt;
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Fosho mahneez. I peel&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/416684755/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, December 19, 2005</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/409390370/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/409390370/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 07:41:51 GMT</pubDate><description>I need ___________....&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/400589761/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, November 02, 2005</title><link>http://shhhn.xanga.com/379110188/item/</link><guid>http://shhhn.xanga.com/379110188/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 02:19:09 GMT</pubDate><description>Everything's not okay. But I'm okay. You get me? Most of the time that is&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://shhhn.xanga.com/379110188/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>