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jesus is a stalker he holds you to an impossible standard he exacts his price for transgression and makes it seem like he is the one in pain he disguises controlling love in an impossible choice he demands your love or he will punish you forever.
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guitar_freak
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Promises everlasting love while casting everlasting hate on those of us not so quick to believe...
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god
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get off the swings... NOW!
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Sum Deus
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El vive en los pantalones de mi amigo.
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silentbob
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lives in the pants of my friends?
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Sum Deus
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Si, el (Jesús) vive en los pantalones de mi amigo. ¿Qué no entiendes? Mi amigo es jugador de fútbol que ha ganado el match...¡woo hoo!
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jesus h birdmad
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man, i just wish i knew how to get the accented characters in there from my standard win98 keyboard
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COLDandBLUEkitty
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someone i used to know, love, and trust. now he's just someone i miss. how do you regain something you betrayed and know you'll betray again?
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dean-bean
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I met Jesus once. He played baseball I think. I asked him about the whole sin thing and all he said was "kay?"
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nocturnal
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I found jesus, then I put him back in the drawer where he belongs
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stupidpunkgirl
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i'm supposed to jesusify my brother. so far he's supposed to worship my left shoe, and we don't talk, i read his thoughts. i don't think i'm doing a very good job. oh well
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birdmad and the express handbasket
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i'd have to guess that mary was the progenitor of the sentence "JESUS CHRIST! look at this mess" when telling Him to clean His room
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twiggie
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emily you are doing a good job in jesusifying your brother. it's hard work after all. tell him that once he's been jesusified, he can help us sell jesus cookies and jesus juice. what a business that will be.
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nocturnal
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it would be, like, a communion stand.
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twiggie
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he will be a jesus scout.
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9voltJesus
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battery operated remote control messiah wheelie poppin' jesus
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silentbob
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jesus is coming, so look busy
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the last temptation of birdmad
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new cereal idea: Christ Crispies speaks in tongues when you pour the mil on it and then it turns the milk into wine
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wonderwall
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his message has been lost over time. All he wanted was for us to love each other and do everything for other people, while now it has been scewed into doing everything for god. that is not the way it should be.
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silentbob
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new idea for christian orange soda Son Kissed eh? Eh?
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unhinged
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he walked up to the mailbox in his white biker shorts in early chilly spring and stuck his head inside and you could hear it echo: "jesus?! are ya in there jesus?"
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Webley
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Jesus protect me from your followers
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crOwl
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dude
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shilohlives
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just a note for the first blather under Jesus. The laws put down in the bible, (new testament laws and old) are basicly just there to show you that you need Jesus, because you can never be perfect. They aren't there to make you feel trapped. I hope this note dosen't make anyone mad, or confuse anyone. Mabie it's a subject that should be discussed person to person, rather than person to computer to computer to person.
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silentbob
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but having jesus in your life doesn't make you perfect either. whether you have jesus or not, you are still imperfect
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shilohlives
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good point. I compleatly agree.
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unhinged
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she was sitting in my lap playing with my necklace. i had my big garnet cross on that day. 'this is a cross auntie nicole.' 'yes arielle.' 'jesus was on a cross. i talk to jesus. do you talk to jesus?' 'yes arielle, i talk to jesus.' and i squeezed her. at least, i talk to the jesus that a three year old would talk to.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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