i climb and board (snow/surf) and play music and listen to it and make hot passionate love to it.
someone who wont hate me for who i really am inside and who will keep a secrete a secret. and who i can be content with when just sitting with them. the person that makes me smile at my lowest times, the kid who will let me run to them for anything, the one who will tell me they love me and truely mean it, the one who will punch me when im a jerk and kiss me when im sweet...
music is good... its my way of life... there is no wrong way to do it... because its not something you do... its somethng you are... youve eaither got it or you dont... sure, some $30 an hour music teacher can show you a chord or a beat... but if it doesnt flow in your blood or pulse in your heart then your just another kid with a guitar... and nobody likes a kid with a guitar... they like a kid who can play the instrument, who has that enticing groove that you struggle to walk away from... they want the kid that will play untill they are no longer able to play, but continue to do so regaurdless... they want the kid who will never let go of the sticks.
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Life as a House _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_the Boondock Saints Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood ‘til it rains down from the skies.Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal. These are principles, which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do you, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day, you will reap it. And we will send you to whatever god you wish.And shepherds we shall be, For thee my Lord for thee, Power hath descended forth from thy hand, That our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, And teeming with souls shall it ever be.In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti
Friends, Will and Grace, QUEER EYE FOR THE STRIGHT GUY!!!
"The Perks Of Being a Wall Flower"
none, people let you down. how can a hero let you down? they cant... so i have no hero.