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11-24-2004, 11:41 PM
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oooooo yeh lets pik fukin mother teresa, WHAT DID SHE EVER DO FOR ME ??????? NOTHING!!!!
my heros are people i look upon like hendrix, slash and jbj because i admire ther work not because i addmire all the drinking and sex (even though it would be pretty cool  ) so shut up because its a personal thing ok??? why dnt you start telling me when to take a piss ok? by the way i dont have a religion go on start, oh without a religion....... i belive in myself,not some made up dude or any eskimos or zanzibarbarians ok? gaz 
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11-24-2004, 11:49 PM
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Why won’t you say something now Don’t leave me hanging Cut me down I miss the fire that was once in your eyes Well come on and say something now
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11-24-2004, 11:51 PM
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If you have to look to someone like that you aren't really after your dreams, you're after their dreams, and quite frankly that's sad. Now if you want to be a musician then certainly others may influence or inspire you, but to look up to them in the way you describe basically just means you'd like to be them. Like spunkywho said real heros are ones who we don't even notice, people like doctors or firefighters. You can aspire to be something great, to be a hero, but to class someone who simply writes music and sings is quite frankly sad.
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11-24-2004, 11:51 PM
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11-24-2004, 11:52 PM
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D.Barry:"People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them." M.Brooks: "If presidents can't do it to their wives, they do it to their country." Only dead fish go with the flow.
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
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