I almost forgot why I hated Myspace, but now I remember.
No matter what I do, attractive females in no clothing want to be my friend.
They want me bad.
They'll do anything for me.
Including, a "web cam" show.
They'll "chat."
They'll even show me their boobs.
Normally, I couldn't refuse this offer.
And I know why they want to be my friend.
Look at me.
Stare into my eyes.
I know, I know.
Hard to resist.
I am hard to resist.
Porn stars even want me... BAD.
Even gay men in some instances.
I should start a tally.
I should write a book, actually.
A book on how my beauty attracts women with no clothes on.
It would be a best seller amongst young men wanting "some."
I could use the money I make off of it for good.
I could make my own website.
One specially made for females wanting to check me out.
Only, I would let them down.
I wouldn't offer free web cam shows.
Or chat with them.
That kind of website probably wouldn't be good anyway.
Use the money for good.
I'd feed the homeless.
Clothe the prostitutes :)
Play with the children.
I would do good.
I would try to manifest the Kingdom with the power of God.
All because I hate Myspace.
But really, because I hate the girls that are in love with me on Myspace.
I don't really hate them.
I just hate the fact that they're pornstars wanting me to check out their rock hard, malnutritioned, and incredibly "used" bodies.
Why couldn't they be awesome Christian women?
Why couldn't they love the fact that my hero is Brenna's '76 Trans Am?
It's ridiculous.
Just ridiculous.
I'm done though.
I just wanted to rant about how hot pornstars think I am.
or... wannabe pornstars...

I was riding in my car with a really wise friend today. Technically, I wasn't riding with her in my car. I was driving my car and she was along for the ride, but that's beside the point. That's just useless information I'm writing down to fill a word quota that I've unconciously demanded of myself. And so was that last sentence.

We were talking about goodness.
Like...
what is goodness?

How is it that everyone is capable of doing good?
Isn't it suprising that a nonchristian is capable of doing good?

Personally, I don't find that suprising. I'm sure, however, that there are a lot of people out there in the world who would argue that nonchristians aren't capable of doing good.

But if nonchristians are capable of doing good, is good really attached to God? In other words, do we really need God to do good?

This isn't necessarily my friend's question, or at least, that's not how I understood her. Frankly, it's my question that I'm trying to hash through.

How do you respond to this?

The world dissolves my soul
Into the chaos it draws me
Into the madness I desire to cling
The sight alluring
The aroma pleasing
Poison to this painting

Resurrect this rotting flesh
The words you bring
Breathe life into death
You call me behind
To follow you
To leave me behind
And follow you

Blood stained canvas
As white as snow