i don't like the way you threw the chain of you dog while you fling your legs around your face.
and at the same time have the grace to tell me something about dignity.
i don't like the way you believe in a god that was born in minds million of miles away - from you. and pray that he's not just idealized like the one in front of you.
let me let you in on a secret: you did not stop believing you only changed the swearwords.
your good intention reminds me somewhat of the united colors of benetton - dear mc. donald.
i can't take your word c'ause i never hear one.
i don't like how you speak to yourself when you speak with someone else.
dear mc. donald changing your clothes every day does not make you special. it just makes you change your clothes a lot.
looking strange does not make you strange it just makes you _look_ strange.
saying strong things doesn't make you strong it just makes you say strong things.
thats an other thing you and jesus don't have in common.
he was reckognized and not advertized.
there is a difference between truth and proof:
i can proof to you that i can speak with an english accent, but the truth is an english accent does not exist.