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The Much Exalted Shrine of Super Emo Boy

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[27 Jun 2005|03:22pm]


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I linger here...your ring upon my finger, dear... [30 Jun 2004|02:08pm]

[ mood | crushed ]

Dear Zach,

I was reading about Oklahoma last night and realized there are 3 million people in Oklahoma. None of them is me, and only one of them is you. 1.5 million of them are tarty women, waiting for their chance to steal you away from me and 1.5 million of them are men, which didn't worry me much at first because I doubted more than .5 million of them could be gay, but then I realized that no one, male or female can resist the total sexiness that is Zach and I cried.
When are you going to rescue me, Zach? You said--You promised, you promised--that we'd run off to Canada together and become lumberjacks. We'd never feel bad anymore. But everyday, as I wait for you to end up on my doorstep with a hopeful heart and a backseat full of bibles, I wonder if you've forgotten me already. Was I just another girl to you, Zach? Another girl of many? What did you think I was to you? Your mother? Your father? Sister, mistress? Maybe I was your whore.

How can you do this to me?
I even wrote you a poem.

My heart was of sand
Small, fluttering
Full of rock and debris

Then you came,
Heated it up
Blew it into glass.

And all glasses break,
Tumbling off shelves
Falling from children's hands

Until they are shards on the floor
For others to step in

Zach, you left lice in my heart, my hairy, hairy heart full of love-hairs. I will not rest until your hairy, hairy heart is infested as well.


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She devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry... [05 Apr 2004|03:47pm]

[ mood | pining away... ]

Algae is green,
Bruises are black,
And I am blue
Without yon Zach.

Now if that isn't romantic, I don't know what is. I used the word YON, for goodness sakes! Doesn't that just SCREAM romantic?!

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Most of the words I stole from "Haligh...", because I could. And it's an awesome song. [14 Mar 2004|09:32pm]

[ mood | restless ]

Dear Zachary,

I tried to call you yesterday, but the phone slipped from my loose grip. You weren't there, words were missed, then an apology. I didn't want to tell you this, but I know about that girl you've been hanging around with for the past couple of weeks. Well thank you, and I'll hang up the phone. Let my funeral start, hear the casket close. Pin split black ribbon to your overcoat.

The laughter's pouring from under doors and I just can't understand the sound anymore. It's all artificial like a TV set. It's your fault.

This weight-it must be satisfied. You offer me one weak reply-that you know not what you do.
And you tear and tear your hair from roots, and from that same red head, you've twice removed locks of hair, which you said would prove our love would never die. Well ha ha ha.

You know, I remember everything. All the words we spoke on that freezing Sunday, wandering on South Street. And all those mornings watching you get ready for school. You'd comb your hair inside that mirror-the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears. Something about those bright colors would always make you feel better.

But now we speak with ruined tongues. The words we speak aren't meant for anyone; they're just mumbled sentances to a passing acquaintance. But there was once you.
You said you hate my suffering, and you understood, and you'd take care of me.
You'd always be there.
Well, where are you now? Off chasing silly snow-bunnies on bunny slopes, I presume.

You know, the plans were never finalized, and it's not my fault. You left them there to dangle before my eyes like yarn and twine.
And I sing and sing of awful things-of the pleasure that my sorrow brings. And my blistered fingers press into the strings to produce another clumsy chord.

Well, this weight will now be satisfied. I will give you my only reply-I know not who I am.
I talk in the mirror to this stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles-always one sided-and nothing is clear. And yet we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack.

She says the choices were given, and now I must live them.
Or just not live.
Do you want that?


After trying this with a plethora of Zach's names, I got this one, which was surprisingly, the best result.

does he love you? (for girls) by candygirlraven
lj username
his first name (capitalized)
his lj username (if one)
you want him to
hedoesn't realize that you are meant to be... yet ;)
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

There's something freakishly fun about pretending to be obsessed with Zach.
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[01 Mar 2004|02:36pm]

[ mood | hopeful ]

Klaus Marie

Last night I pressed my forehead against the most northern facing window in my home, and I squinted as hard as I could and looked out as far as I could see, but there still wasn't you. And you know my car still smells of you, I drove home from Shawnee wasted on your scent. Dreaming of kissing on the interstate and passing out on power grids. And I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted. I'm all I've got to give and I know sometimes it's not enough, but the more I think of you, the more I want to be. You know the picture you drew still hangs on my wall, and the week you were here still dances on my bedroom floor. I can't wait, spring will be here soon and the moon will glow a yellow shade of blue. And now I'm waiting for tomorrow's moon so I can see you again.

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don't i just love zach... [23 Feb 2004|10:47pm]

[ mood | drunk ]

hum...i seem to be the only male zach fangirl...

i'm not sure what i meant by that
("i'm not sure what you meant by that either")

but yeah...as it says in the subject line, i just don't love zach...

is there something wrong with me too?

oh well...i'm joining this nonetheless...

*hopes to sober up soon...my typing hasn't been bad for slightly drunk...*

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[22 Feb 2004|09:01pm]

[ mood | crazy ]

XD V only heard his sexy voice, but LAuren invited me to join so I did.

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This is exactly what I've been waiting for... [22 Feb 2004|01:26pm]

[ mood | bouncy ]

I remember one time, I was working on playing my guitar, and like, Zach sent me a music clip! AHHH! It was, like, a love song for me! Oh my god, it was like, so romantic! I went "EEeeeEEE! EE! EEEEEeeE!" in a REALLY high pitched voice, and my mom was like, "quiet down!" and I was like "EEEeeeEE! EEEEEEE!".

Ok, so, like, it was just a clip of the riff he was trying to teach me and like, I haven't technically heard it yet because my soundcard, like, sucks? But still.

And like, look at the icon! You can, like, TOTALLY see my emo glasses. EEEEE!

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[22 Feb 2004|08:57am]

[ mood | awake ]

Finally there's a place were we can all worship the greatest emo guy around! Zach, like OH MY GA!, is sooo cool and emo-tasic!!!
But I must go now, shoot. I wish I can rant on and on about Zach, but for now I can't. You can rant on for me.

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Post by a girl from Montana... I mean Maine. [21 Feb 2004|10:24pm]

[ mood | envious ]

Oh. I see there's now a FANCLUB for the boy. Well, he's mine, see, MINE.
He's given me lavish gifts, taken me to Paris to eat stinky cheese with the French, written me love ballads and serenaded me, standing beneath my window with his ukelele... how he made his yard a playground just in case we...

... O.O

Never mind.

BUT YOU GET THE PICTURE. This community should be closed down! Only I may worship the greatness that is Zach!

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"And like, OH MY GAWD!" [21 Feb 2004|09:09pm]

[ mood | giddy ]

! The Disclaimer-Don't-Worry-We're-Still-As-Close-To-Sane-As-We-Usually-Are ! Page:

For the love of Bob, no. No no no.

It's just recently come to our attention that Zach is, along with being a Hot Slutmuffin, the proud owner of what might possibly be deemed the "Sexiest Voice Ev-ar".

This is according to some odd, impartial sources, anyway.

So, we decided that Zach needed a…fan club.

And here we are.
Now, on with the Fan Club.


OH MY GAWD. Like, Zach so TOTALLY loves this song! Like, oh my gawd!
"I kissed you in a style Clark Gable would admire, I thought it classic…"


And like, Zach is just, like, the emo-est person. EVER. Like, oh my gawd!

But, like, I feel really really bad, because, like, everyone thinks his voice is like, SOOO sexy, and I'm like, "Oh my gawd, what?" and I don't know what's wrong with me? Because like, I let my friend Catie listen to him talk about this (fabulously entertaining!) encounter he had at, like, Mcdonalds? And like, she went "OH MYGOD, he's got, like, the SEXIEST VOICE EVER! Sexy Sexy!" and like, "Oh my god, is he, like, half as sexy as he sounds?" and I'm like "Oh, totally! But like, he's thirteen." And she's like "Ew" and I'm like "I know!" and she's like "But he's still like, SOO sexy" and I'm like "Oh, like, totally sexy!" and we were like "SEXY!" and I was like "Dude, should we, like, use some word other than 'sexy'?" and she's like "Like, maybe." And I'm like "Totally" and she's like "But what other word could we use?" and I'm like "Maybe he's really just sexy and that's it" and she's like "totally."

And she, like, wants his e-mail address. She's, like, seriously attracted to him. Because, of like, his superdupersexy voice.

And I'm like "but it's Zach!" and, like, I'm not attracted to his superdupersexy voice, and, like he is like…whoa.

*dazed and confused look*


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