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Name: joe
Location: Florida, United States
Birthday: 7/28/1984
Gender: Male


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Expertise: well my main job is killing but i'm great at all kinds of things like soccer,football,being official ass kicker for guam,use to play the tuba,making grilled cheese sandwiches,making chicken ramen noodles.....etc.
Occupation: Military


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Member Since: 11/19/2003

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Twas the night before Christmas
He lived all alone
in a one bedroom house made of
plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney
with presents to give,
and to see just who
in this home did live.

I looked all about,
a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle,
just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
a sober thought
came through my mind.

For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone,
curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
the room is such disorder,
not how I pictured
a
United States soldier.

Was this the hero
of whom I 'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?

I realized the families
that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
the children would play,
and grown-ups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers,
like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home.

The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.

The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry,
this life is my choice;

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
My life is my God,
my country, my Corps."

The soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still
and we both shivered
from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave
on that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas day, all is secure."

One look at my watch,
and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend
and to all a good night."

 

 

 

there u go guys.....its so true...well i hope everyone has a good holiday season


Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Three Days Grace
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Lyrics:

Three Days Grace

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Every room I get awake
Every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Only when I start to think about it...

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Every time I lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Only when I start to think about it...

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Only when I start to think about you I know
Only when you start to think about me do you know

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you


Wednesday, February 11, 2004

ok so i'm home now.........party on friday at my brothers house.......hit me back if u wanna come....


Sunday, February 01, 2004

I'm in america!!!!!!!!!yay!!!!!!


Thursday, January 29, 2004

Behind Blue Eyes Lyrics


No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be faded to telling only lies
[chorus]
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through
[chorus]
Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one know how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
[chorus]
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.



 



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