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It was written in the past of the future. That it would be as it was when it began. It is as it was once said it would be, which gives credibility to the claim that the beginning and the ending will eventually be the same. And I've always been my name, thus it shall be until the end because when me began I was this way, this way I would be until the end.I was born of a damaged angel, who didn't think she could raise me on her own, so she asked aid of the Creator. The Creator gave me time. He gave me time to live, and I clutched time in my fist and it was my time, and time and I have been together ever since, ever since the beginning, ever since the ending since the ending is the beginning... My first birthday present was NOW, and my time is NOW, my time is always NOW, my time will always be NOW. I'm always present, and the present is NOW, I was never late to class because I was NOW, NOW is never late, NOW is the time, my time is NOW, Selah.My time and I are inseparable. We play handgames and dance dances to the BOOMBAP for time keeps the beat even like 2-4 or 4-4 time, bassline, kick, snare, tick-tick, Selah. We turn cartwheels counter-clockwise across continuums of time-space, and time's space is MY space, we room-mates, and the place we rent is an indefinite instant, more infinite than the internet. We inhabit any link we choose since time connects all people and all people for me are just a double click away...like click click, like snare kick, like tick-tick, like tick-tock, like Selah. My time and I be bullying ifs and maybes. Maybe wants to be like will be, cause will be will be the end... Que Sera Selah. If too worried about what could have been. If dwell in the past too much, and they get on mine and time's nerves cause they waste my time. If wants for the beginning, maybe wants for the ending, but neither of them wants for NOW! So I step on If's feet, and smacked maybe into next week, punching the clock in his face, because I've got so much time on my hands, that I can do things like that. I told them that you cannot have for the ending if you do not move for now. That which you have in the ending you've had since the beginning, since the beginning is the ending! In the name of the beginning's peace, I've been sent to reverse the wind, it must be as it was in the beginning, in the end. Selah.http://www.mywackospace.com/images/graphics/myspace-no w-icons/7437.gif
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My Interests

I Create images from linear symbols twisted into position, revealed to your recognition, launching sniper attacks on your vision disguised as language, anguish disguised as poetry with the sole purpose of influencing worthless thought processes. Explosives disguised as folded pages containing rage in origami.

I'd like to meet:

JESUS, SO HE CAN TEACH ME HOW TO FLY

Music:

THE LIFE OF THE MIND MAKES MUSIC WITH GREAT BEATS, BUT HIS LYRICS ARE HORRIFIC, VIOLENT, DEGRADING, AND THEY ATTEMPT TO EMASCULATE ME BASED ON MY ECONOMIC STATUS. HE CORRUPTS OUR GENERATION WITH MIND-NUMBING FILTH, BUT I LIKE TO DANCE TO HIS SONGS AND USUALLY FEEL BAD AFTERWARDS.

Movies:

there was a demon inside me who wouldn't leave me alone. so i evicted them from my soul and sent them to live in a great number of pigs. now there are a great number of pigs who won't leave me alone.

Television:

the ADVERSARY's there! he's taking parents captive sedating the children in hatred making them believe there's only one destination for them: desecration of hope, through rapists, violations, disbelief, and choking hands round young throats, associated with the faces you all know. One of his favorite ways to breed his failures.

Books:

i read her eyes like my eulogy, with the strong feeling that i might not live to tell the tale.

Heroes:

Oh My God...

My Blog

you’ve changed

why? the dead have taken notice.who is this man CONTRA? have you finally given up? really now...you can't expect it to get better. we have our highs, but they only distract us from our reality. nigga,...
Posted by ... on Mon, 12 May 2008 09:12:00 PST

Oh My God

Dear Prophet,your mr. Jesus seems to leave you often. Thou shalt not want your G.U.N. Give Up Now seems so much easier, but fighting fate is much more fun. Let her memory consume your resolve,lean upo...
Posted by ... on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 08:29:00 PST

Idle Words

"A good man out of the good treasures of the heart bringeth forth good things, and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things. But I say unto you, that every idle word that men sh...
Posted by ... on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 10:46:00 PST