The flaw in the Christ stories, said the visitor from outer space, was that Christ, who didn't look like much, was actually the son of the most powerful being in the universe. Readers understood that, so, when they came to the crucifxion, they naturally thought "Oh boy-they sure picked the wrong guy to lynch THAT time!" And that thought had a brother: There are right people to lynch. Who? People not well connected. So it goes.

and all the while i died to see that you chose me to be the one. to be the one that you used. i would have done ANYTHING for you...

you could throw me down and walk on me. and i'd just look on through my love and through the haze. give peace a chance

*do you think it hurts much to die? it's hurting so much more to stay alive*

*remember tonight, it just might last you the rest of your life, and all those time i said i love you, those weren't lies* *i get lost in your eyes*

when i sit alone i think of what you said. "better off just friends", i'm better off just dead... and the hardest thing i do is wake up with out you.

*I'm disgusted by repetition, I accept this curse of friendship.* *Show how you hurt me and hopefully you see, you have the power to destroy my will to live.* *Oh dear God, I don't feel alive.*