Watch yourself.  See your blog-energy grow.  See it emerge and latch onto your ISP.

Then you come, like the movie Groundhog's Day, to Xanga, again and forever again. 
By 'Favorite Bookmark.'  Or by typing the URL in.  Or by recursing browser history and selecting the unresistable destination....Xanga.com.

You arrive at The Login and, if you're not already addictively 'Remembered', you unnaturally type in your username and password as pittance-part of a mindless ritual in compliance with a well-crafted, will-forfeiting cyber-seduction.

Then... you are IN.  As I am IN.

And we become Xanga.  We ARE Xanga.

It's all just our pleasant prison dream, you know.  What's your xanga inmate number?  I'm a recidivist with no hope of parole and that's why i'm digging a reality tunnel out of here.

Wipe your hand.  Across what?  Your face?  My face?  My Space?  Your Xanga?  Your ass?

The actual world and its saving words will always be more directly just between you and me.  It really is just you and me.  Or, cetainly otherwise, you and someone more real than me.  You and someone more-immediately-imaginable-to you,  much more deserving of you, and much more worthy than this old oz-straw-stuffed me.  (It happens all the time, ya know. )

Tired to hell of this binaried and surrogately-internetized part of your routinized life?  Want to escape this Xanga Penitentiary?

The cell door is open.  It has always been open.  As open as your mind.  And here's the most amazing thing: we can continue blogging  as sure as the posted inmate in my and your Xanga prison bed is just a Shawshank Redemption puffed-up pillow. waxed-up face, and contoured blanket-blog made to resemble our imprisoned zombie-xanga-personality.

Thus may we become true friends and laughingly fuck-off this blog intermediary ding-a-thing.

{Chinese auto-translation follows.  If you see just ??????s, then you don't have the Chinese language browser plug-in!  But don't worry.  English still rules!)