let me first start by saying i hate everything that xanga stands for and represents. anyone that has a xanga is either a drama queen, someone that wastes their time, or a snuggle bunnie. what im trying to say is that xanga is so retarted i hope it burns down.
i fucking hate it when people go on their xanga and bash people and brag about their life and go be a drama queen its fucking annoying nobody cares, just zing it and chillax.
no offense to any cool members here that have a xanga. gay bay.

alright...xanga is the fucking stupidest thing this side of the whackamadoo of alucard's ass hair. i mean, who really gives a fuck about people's fucking lives? what's the point of calling it a god damn diary if its online? Why don't you just call it a fucking "Hey I'm Gay Read My Stupid Ass Shit Online"? Shit, if people don't care about what you're talking about in person, why the fuck would they want to read about going to the fucking Hudson Mall and playing DDR? Fuck. Everyone just wants a turn to speak, not to know what anyone else is doing, whether its fucking shitting in plates or slitting their wrists. Fuck Xanga. Cliquey-bitch fucks. Go listen to some punk rawk.

Xanga is like the ulimate tryin to be cool place
who the fuck wants to hear about ho sad u are because u ran out of makeup or ur friends cant come over
the only people on xanga are like drama queens,greg(trying to be cool ) mall punk little bitches and asians
xanga is by far the gayest think and mostly everythin i see on xanga is not true and anbody there just wants attention.
Xanga should break down. lackey facky

what the fuck is the point of xanga. i mean it really is just for a bunch of drama queens and posers trying to be cool and talking about their life when nobody cares i mean just move on from stupid events or shit that happens to you.

xanga is mainly asian clicks. a k a . CHIGGERS (asians who act black)

i dont know about mostly but yeah them chiggers (not to sound racist or anything) do love them xanga.

and gia greg alex and the rest of those whiny wankers

What is this Xanga? Could someone update me on this? I don't get out much.

xanga........ that site hasnt been working for like 4 days

good im glad i hope it doesnt work

Personally i dislike Xanga
i think everybody whos signed up is just looking for attention

Xanga is like home to drama queens i fucken hate it. Buck McDuck

okay. Xanga had that stupid worm virus thingy

What in the name of the royal terd-ette is Xanga!?

It's a online journal/diary type thing. I think...

yup and some of them Are really really stupid

More like all of them except www.xanga.com/albertfish

alucard and matty g's xanga joke.

i saw tis xanga that madefun of other xanga once i dunno what the adress is

albertfish?

Albert Fish-
Albert Fish was born in Washington DC in 1870. At the age of 5 he was put into an orphanage. At the orphanage he took sexual excitement in being abused which fuelled his mind for his fascination with sado-masochism.

At 7-years-of-age his mother took him out of the orphanage because she had obtained a job. Shortly after he had a severe fall off a cherry tree which caused a head injury from which he would have permanent problems with such as headaches and dizzy spells ( head injuries happen to many serial killers early in their childhoods).

At the age of twenty he moved to New York, by then he had been involved in masochistic-homosexual relationships. In New York he began raping children and paticapated in bizarre sexual acts.

He committed his first murder in 1910 from which he mutilated and tortured his victim. From then on he indulged in torturing and killing children. In the 1920's Fish travelled accross 23 US states painting house's, he seized this as a perfect opportunity to commit his perverted acts on children.

Fish also frequently read the bible and said that god-like voices had told him to kill. He also liked inserting needles into his body near the genitals, acts of pain sexually excited him.

On 28 May 1928 a man calling himself Frank Howard made acquantices with the Budd family. One day Mr Howard asked if he could take Grace, their 10-year-old daughter, to a party. The Budds allowed him and they never saw their daughter or the old man ever again. The Mr Howard was in fact the 58-year-old Albert Fish, who thought up the idea of killing Grace Budd so he could use her body for acts of cannibalism.

Six years later the Budd's received an anonymous letter from the murderer who admitted to killing Grace and afterwards cooked and ate her body. The police tracked the letter back to some apartments where they matched the writing of the letter to Albert Fish who was a tenant.

Albert Fish was also the 'Brooklyn Vampire' who claimed the lives of four children in 1932-34. Fish was sent to trial for the murder of Grace Budd, his defence was insanity. The jury did not agree and Fish was sentenced to death.

At Sing Sing Prison on 16 January 1936 Albert Fish who described the death sentence as 'the supreme thrill of my life', was electrocuted. The first electrical charge failed as it was short circuited by all the needles Fish had inserted in his body over the years. Albert Fish had committed hundreds of sexual assaults and 16 or more murders.

The name Fish was taken and now used as the last name of Marilyn Manson Drummer Ginger fish

nerd

yeha xanga are wierd but some people like using to say junk to pople that they dont wanna say in person

like raven

albert fish is probally the sickest serial killer out there

yeah that guy was a zany brainy

However Ed Gein and his brother Henry were raised by a domineering mother on their 160-acre farm seven miles outside Plainfield, Wisconsin. She was a very religious woman with a protective attitude towards her boys and a definite conviction of sin. She discouraged them from women and kept them busy with farm work.

His alcoholic father died in 1940 and a few years later his brother Henry died in 1944, trapped while fighting a forest fire. Shortly thereafter his mother suffered her first stroke and in 1945 she had her second stroke from which she never recovered from, and Ed was left alone.

It was then that he sealed off the upstairs, the parlour, and his mother’s bedroom by boarding it off and set up his own quarters in the remaining bedroom, kitchen and shed of the big farmhouse. He stopped working the farm because a government soil-conservation program offered him a subsidy, which he augmented by his work as a handyman in the area.
In his spare time Ed read books on human anatomy and Nazi concentration camp experiments. He was quite interested by it all, especially the female anatomy. Alone in the farmhouse he thought endlessly about sex, until one day he saw a newspaper report of a woman who had been buried that day.

He enlisted the help of an old friend named Gus. Gus was a weird loner too, and quite definitely odd - he went to the asylum a few years later. Gus was Ed Gein’s trusted buddy, and agreed to assist Ed in opening a grave to secure a corpse for ‘medical experiments’. Gus helped dig the graves.

The first corpse came from a grave less than a dozen feet away from the last resting place of Gein’s mother.

Over the next ten years Ed did the same, checked the newspaper for fresh bodies, always visiting the graveyard at the time of a full moon, got the whole female corpse or just the parts he wanted, filled in the grave and took his winnings home.

His experiments with the dead bodies was bizarre. He would construct objects from the bones and skin and would store the organs in the fridge to eat later. He also committed acts of necrophilia on the bodies. He even dug up his own mothers corpse.

What Ed Gein didn’t reveal to Gus was his own growing desire to become a woman himself; it was for this reason he’d studied anatomy, thought about the possibilities of an ‘operation’ which would result in a change of sex, desired to dissect a female corpse and familiarise himself with its anatomy. The closest he would get to this is dressing up in his full woman bodysuit, complete with mask and breasts constructed entirely of human skin.

His collection of trophies grew, and so did the range of his experimentation and obsession.

Then Gus was taken away to the asylum, and Ed was all alone again. Ed thought that fresher bodies would be better for his collection so he turned to murder…

Ed Gein’s first victim was Mary Hogan. Mary Hogan was a 51-year-old divorcee who operated Hogan’s Tavern at Pine Grove, six miles from home. She was alone when he came to her on the cold afternoon of 8 December 1954. He shot her in the head with his 32-caliber revolver, placed her body in his pickup truck, and took her back to his shed.

A customer who dropped into the tavern found the place deserted, and a large bloodstain on the floor. A spent .32 cartridge lay near it. Bloodstains ran out the back door and into the parking lot, where they halted beside tyre tracks that looked like those of a pickup truck. It looked as if Mary Hogan had been shot and taken away.

Police were unable to find any clues to the disappearance. But a few weeks later, when a sawmill owner named Elmo Ueeck spoke of the disappearance to Ed Gein, Gein replied: ‘She isn’t missing. She’s at the farm right now.’ Ueeck could not even work up the interest to ask him what he meant.

There may have been other victims in the years that followed, but nothing definite is known about Gein’s murderous activities until that day on 16 November, 1957, when he shot and killed Bernice Worden in her hardware store on Plainfield’s Main Street. He used a .22 rifle from a display rack in the store, inserting his own bullet which he carried with him. Ed Gein shot and killed Bernice Worden, locked the store and took the body home in the store’s truck. Gein also removed the cash register, which contained $41 in cash, but not because he wanted to commit robbery, but he later explained that he wanted to see how it worked, and fully intended to return it later.

Bernice Worden’s son, Frank, often assisted her in the store, but on this particular Saturday morning he’d gone deer hunting. When he returned in the late afternoon he discovered the store to be closed with the lights still on and his mother missing, also the cash register was gone. There was blood on the floor.

A local garage attendant told him that he had seen the store truck driving away at about 9.30 that morning.

Frank Worden served as deputy sheriff in the area and immediately alerted the sheriff, Art Schley, and reported the circumstances. He checked the record of sales transactions made that morning. One of them was for half a gallon of antifreeze. Worden remembered that Ed Gein had stopped by the previous evening at closing time and said he’d be back the next morning for antifreeze. Ed had also asked Worden if he intended to go hunting the next day. Worden also recalled that Gein had been in and out of the store quite frequently the previous week.

Since the cash register was missing, it appeared that Gein had planned a robbery after finding a suitable time when the coast would be clear.

Worden told of his suspicions to the sheriff. The sheriff Art Schley and captain Lloyd Schoephoester set off for the farm, seven miles outside Plainfield…

yeah but i guess Mr.Fish wa a bit more crazy

the sickest serial killer out there is George W. Bush. I mean, what the hell.

No. The sickest Serial rapest is Barney the Dinosaur. If you watch his videos closely, you can see him molest the children.
Atleast that's what my friend told me.

ru sure about that

No. Its a theory by my friend Tlyer.

XANGA IS FUCKING STUPID!!! Waste of time

dont you have one?

I don't bother with it anymore

ok uh i guess i can find my way around respecting that.











ff7sephiroth_02 nakie

raven dont take this the wron way but ur kinda getting to be the man

gothmetalhead666

justin xanga

Xanga....so gay.... :walamatrider:

agreed to the max

ya know what else is stupid about xanga, if a chick who has one, finds out you were reading her xanga, she calls you a stalker. first of all she is the one who is posting her "private" life on the internet for the world to read. Secoond of all xanga sucks.

right on... right on.

hahha i like ur avatar nile