Jesus_and_his_God_Stick

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Age:	24
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Location:	London, GB
Sign:	Aries
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baby.come.on

O.o

Posted by baby.come.on on Aug 10, 2007 12:06 AM (GMT-04:00)

Hello Jesus : )Bless You my friend

Olitheowl182

Yes!!!

Posted by Olitheowl182 on Apr 3, 2007 10:06 PM (GMT-04:00)

I like Jesus, so don´t say bad things about him.

jamezz13

hi

Posted by jamezz13 on Apr 3, 2007 9:46 PM (GMT-04:00)

waz up lord

jamezz13

gcufxyg

Posted by jamezz13 on Feb 20, 2007 5:29 PM (GMT-04:00)

fish

noitisnt22

Bible

Posted by noitisnt22 on Feb 16, 2007 11:21 PM (GMT-04:00)

have you seen the lego bible on the internet? just type lego bible into google and it will appear!!!! just like magic!!!

Guitarded5

Gather round and sing the guitar.

Posted by Guitarded5 on Feb 15, 2007 11:51 PM (GMT-04:00)

I see Jesus is on. =] Thanks for coming back. Amddd I hope Jesus had a good Valentine's Dayyy.

jamezz13

hi

Posted by jamezz13 on Feb 9, 2007 8:43 PM (GMT-04:00)

cool picture im from colchester in GB

blink182XoXemo

'ó_Ò happy belated birthday

Posted by blink182XoXemo on Jan 4, 2007 8:58 PM (GMT-04:00)

What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! -- For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, -- act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide and looking around. Black as a fisherman's boot, with a white belly. If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin, which was rough as a thousand sharpened nails. And you know what a smile means, don't you? * I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while. * It was evening, and no longer summer. Three small fish, I don't know what they were, huddled in the highest ripples as it came swimming in again, effortless, the whole body one gesture, one black sleeve that could fit easily around the bodies of three small fish. * Also I wanted to be able to love. And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly * the dogfish tore open the soft basins of water. * You don't want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don't want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it's the same old story - - - a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world. * And look! look! look! I think those little fish better wake up and dash themselves away from the hopeless future that is bulging toward them. * And probably, if they don't waste time looking for an easier world, they can do it

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