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BrAnCePaNtS
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Name: Brance
Birthday: 6/28/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: basketball, volleyball, movies, music, randomness,watching BMX, spontaneity, guitar, drums, and all other sorts of stuff
Expertise: Absolutely nothing
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Government
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AIM:  BRancePants
Member Since:
3/3/2005
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i have not been on this thing in forever, so if you're still on or happen to come across it, comment me at www.myspace.com/brancepants
just to let me know
later | | |
| wow, i hadn't been on here forever, and so i was sitting doing my homework, thinking, man im going to get on and see if it's changed at all, so then i do and of course nothing's changed,
so then i get on myspace and what do i see, alex's post saying to get on...
what a coincidence...
i still don't know if im going to stay on but what the heck lol. | | |
| i know i should update, but i really don't know what i should talk about.
This is now my fourth entry that ive started. Each of which have been meaningful and important to me yet probably meaningless and insignificant to everyone and anyone who would bother reading it. All three coincidentally deal with relgion, something that i told myself to leave out of onlining stuff. So what do i do? of course, bring up religion. But now I've decided simply to urge each and everyone of you who happens to come upon this and read this. Read this
John 3:16
And please, if you do happen to read this entry and then happen to go the extra step and actually read the verse, don't just stop there. You've already gone half the extra mile and opened your bible. So don't just look at it, read it and contemplate it. and if you do that, well props to you.
So there...
hows that for an entry on something that i actually care about. | | |
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Early in the mornin’
Risin’ to the street
Light me up that cigarette
And I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason
Reason things went wrong.
Got to find the reason why my money’s all gone.
I got a dalmation
And I can still get high.
I can play the guitar like a * * riot.
Life is too short so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over or you might get shot.
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest.
Never start no static I just get it off my (chest).
Take a small example, a tip from me...
Take all of your money and give it up to charity.
Lovin’s what I got, it’s within my reach
(and the sublime style is still straight from long beach)
It all comes back to you you’re going to get what you deserve.
Try and test that, you’re bound to get served.
Love’s what I got, don’t start a riot,
You feel it when the dance gets hot.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Why I don’t cry when my dog runs away.
I don’t get angry at the bills I have to pay.
I don’t get angry when my mom smokes pot,
Hits that bottle and goes right to the rock.
* and fighting, it’s all the same.
To live with louie dog’s the only way to stay sane.
Let the lovin’, let the lovin’ come back to me.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that. | | |
| i gotta give props to "Che Che E. T. Zetz" and "Tuhtuhtuhtuh Manman" | | |
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