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anonymous
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-_- I don't get it. I know in my heart if Jesus existed he would give me a clue. I am not talking about some old book with scary stories - I mean he would really get down with me and chill! But the funny thing is... I was walking home a few days ago passed the ghetto and three guys pulled me into an ally so deep and narrow it was like a tunnel. When I saw the first guy start to unzip his pants I just drop to my knees and started praying. Oh GOD! Oh GOD! oh GOD! He just looked down at me and pulled out his nasty weenie and said - yah grl that's jus wherr I wans ya ta b. Then he tore at my t-shirt until my breasts where exposed. Then pinched my nipple soooo hard with a twist I almost fainted. I could smell his stinky crotch as he pulled me near. I wanted to scream -- but all I do was whisper. No lord, please no. Then I heard a whoop whoop cop car thingie sound and saw a bright light shine at the end of the tunnel. Next thing I knew they all ran like roaches when you turn on the light. OK so -- it was no burning bush but it sure saved mine! Perhaps I'll have to reconsider this thing called faith! -_-
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ashley halderman
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away...it's like death; a certain finality hangs on the word passed. it can mean many things to many different people, this "passed." but to me...to me it means death.
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In_Bloom
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Yes, the dead This time of year I feel them heavier than at other times It's sad but not because of them It's heavy because I miss them so much
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hsg
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sometimes i find peace in trying to be a good friend when a friend (or unknown_friend) needs one. sometimes it all matters in just a few short moments.
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090103
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what's it to you?
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