Saturday, March 10, 2007
jesus
Whenever I see pictures of Jesus, he seems like such a nice guy. That slightly elusive, long haired friend of a friend who always gives you that shy smile and a wink. Whose long hair curls at the ends, and he usually wears it in a ponytail. That guy who you never really know where he lives or what he does for work, he just seems to be in the right place at the right time. He's every body's best friend, but if you asked him who his best friend was? He'd say his dog. He paints, or sculpts, or... does something with art, and there's always holes in his jeans.
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