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Name: forever
Location: United States
Gender: Male
Interests: admiting fault
Expertise: nothing without grace
Occupation: Consulting
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
12/10/2003
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| some people prove my points very well ..
i dont do xanga drama at all .. so this is the end of this page .. sorry folks .. but one fuckface ruins it for everyone .. you know who you are .. i dont care about you , you are wrong , you are a lie , and you know it more than anyone else .. find saftely in your sheeps clothing.. you fucking wolf. | | |
| just some words ..for the poor .. and the intrested..
im sick and tired of talking about change , or being a better person , or a better believer for that matter.I had someone ask me " how Jesus and i were doing" today . well thats cool . but i know this person well , and they arent that great themselves ... for the intrested yes jesus and i are fine .. i stuggle like everyone else .. why do people talk or even assume .. maybe becuase im a fuck up ? maybe because i say "fuck" .. or maybe because someone saw me with a beer .. well i got news for you all .. i dont care what you think .. i dont care if you like me , i dont care .. i want to be content as a person and strive for God with all my heart .. and if it doesnt hinder me , then it shouldnt hinderyou .. i dont care where you were raised , or how .. i dont like people pushing thier childhood rules on me . or their "midwest-religious" beliefs on me.. im not one to be pushed in that manner ..in fact i might spit on you and tell you to piss off .. ( yes this is anger speaking ) ...so i might need to stop .. moral of this story ... watch what you say to people .. please.. | | |
| i sit watching the smoke float to the ceiling , swirling my beer around in the can , 26 cents worth ..these fingers have been a few places they shouldnt have been. hearts break everyday , mine , yours ..the homeless guy on the street that no one pays attention too . we all break.. but what point does it happen ? 25 years of breath in these lungs , a few thousand packs , a couple of dozen empty bottle of booze. and a collection of writtings that would explain it all ,, if you can understand my writting.I have seen love with my own 2 eyes.. i have held her tightly through storms and sunny days.then i let her go , to fall away and say things that would only tear me apart.People grow up and apart everyday as well , no one knows why it happens , unless you sevre the chord of friendship.I have been known for a lot of things ,, probably the Number one is being an Ass to people .i dont know why i feel the urge to make people feel umcomfortable .. maybe becuase if i offend them , it makes them think ,...and most people dont think at all..so i offend them ..or do things that they do in secret .. i just do them with eyes that watch..and they judge..If this was my suicide letter id say that i loved everyone and that it wasnt their faults . and to a point that is true ( im not killing myself ...no worries ) but people push button..they like to anger and let down .. i , myself included..but i can understand why people give up .. im just not one to give up .. i may run , i may hide .. but i end up fighting through it all .. one way or another,...these are just thoughts that i have .. and let you ( the reader) in ... | | |
| vomit out what you believe , show me your weakness ,, come on soldiers lets go to war,,is that free will , or were you told to pull that trigger ? lets dance around the fire .. holding the severed heads high ..a full blown witch hunt for the lost sheeps .. arm yours self well ..tonight blood could be shed .. for the unbelievers a fate will sure come .. at the hand of the well dressed , slitting your wrist with the money clips ...amen ,, praise god .. lets fucking kill them all ... | | |
| the days go by and think of what will come of these bombs i cradle in my eyes .. i pray they dont go off and leave me dead and drown in midday traffic ..hold my arms back and saw my jaw off .. the words never meant anything to me ..your voice could destroy an army of thought...load that weapon sister , point and aim .. i dont fucking care anymore ..paint me the color of your passion then say you dont like the shade... he will have nothing to do with your war .. take that up with God..static on the radio .. static in your thoughts.. does jesus give your pills to ease the pain ? let the night come and murder the day ...lay your head on your pillow , sleep like an angel with severed wings ..and ill sleep alone , with a gun in my hand .. forgetting how many bullets are in the chamber .. lets pray for one and one shot alone. | | |
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