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Name: Red Country: United States State: Tennessee Metro: Kingsport Birthday: 1/7/1989 Gender: Male
Interests: Movies, Music, Friends, Family, Computers, Video Games, and the list goes on... Expertise: Movies, Movies, Movies, Movies, Movies, Movies, I wanna see Starz! and older music, and video games Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
4/29/2005
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| Dear Father,
it is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit, the sun has scorched the rising plants; alas they have no root, the bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips, dance through the air with laughter as i wield this wicked whip, as you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart, so easily i disparage, self-seeking the work of my art, and there you have come to me at the moment i bathe in my sorrow, so in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow, where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you? and offer to wash my feet as i offer to disobey you, your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail, so faithfully and dutifully i award you with betrayal, the weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs, as i walk past a smile i cast, fervor in my stead, but my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now, i lay in this field by Judas' bowels and anticipate the plow, i can not be forgiven; my wages will be paid, for those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved, and where would i fit Jesus? what place is left for me? the price of atonement is more than i've found to offer up as my plea, Jesus my heart is all i have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy, this simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough, for your body that was broken, how can this be enough? by me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed, yet in your arms and in your heart forever i have stayed
Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness will descend, for you have loved me forever, and your love will never end
Love, Red Rose | | |
| CUTI3 TEST!! Body: CUii3 T3ST This is the "cutie" test. Reply through a message with your answers. Post this and see who will fill this out. You may be surprised to see some of the answers.
BE HONEST!!!
Do i look like a good kisser? [] yes [] no
Would you kiss me? [] yes [] no
Am I? [] beautiful! [] sexy azz hell [] fine [] pretty [] cute [] iight [] ugly!
Do you think i still have mah v card (virgin i think?) [] yes [] no [] dont know!
I look like.. [] a player [] slut [] whore [] hubby/wifey type [] one time thing [] next bf/gf
If you saw me for the first time would you talk to me? [] Yes [] No
Would you rather.. [] hook up with me [] cuddle with me [] have sex with me [] date me
On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), rate me.. [] 1 [] 2 [] 3 [] 4 [] 5 [] 6 [] 7 [] 8 [] 9 [] 10
Are you going to repost this so i can answer for YOU? [] yes [] no
what would you want me to be to you? [] friend [] BAD WORD!!!!! buddy [] girl friend/boy friend [] wifey [] friend w/ benifits
To bad anyway im taken
Love, Red Rose | | |
| Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man—no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around Since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', people, Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Well now, I get low and I get high, And if I can't get either, I really try. Got the wings of heaven on my shoes; I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose. You know it's all right. It's OK. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', people, Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. Stayin' alive.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man—no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around Since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', people, Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. I’m stayin' alive. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. I’m stayin' alive. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. I’m stayin' alive. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life’s goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. I’m stayin' alive.
Love,
Red Rose | | |
| i miss massachusetts....SO BAD...
Love,
Red Rose | | |
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