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Jezus Kriest

I am here for Serious Relationships

About Me

What would I write in a white text box at 3am, if I had to sit down and describe to a perfect stranger who I am, what words would I use? I honestly believe that everyone who knows me personally can agree that it takes years, a lifetime even, in order to put it all together. There are a handfull of people in my bubble of love that can say they do, that they've been next to me in the years previous and earned the right to say "yeah, I know him." But who's to say, like any other right we have as human beings, that the right to "know" me is benefitial in the least? I don't know. I've given up on trying to paint a picture for you on a myspace page. WHO I AM remains the same, but WHO I WILL BE materializes daily. I'm nothing like I was 2 years ago, and I'll be nothing like the bullshit I'd write in this box 2 years from now.The most I can say about myself, or anyone else, is that I'm a human being, a God, just like any of you. I cry, I laugh, I fear and I think. I help create the world I live in and the world you observe with those of whom I'm connected. I'm here to recognize my potential in being a creator, an enabler, an illusionist in hopes to find the right path and lead myself through.I am the son of God. You're it's daughter, and we're it's children. I am part of your family, and your blood spills with mine onto this page.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Ugly Women.

Music:

tons

Television:

Sportcenter + The office.

Books:

some

Heroes:

SPC Eklund.

My Blog

Summer of 2006 (Holler if ya hear me)

It began in a sort of depression riddled funk. I was "in hibernation" (ya'll know how that goes) for the liftoff, spending most of my time packing onies in my basement. Madden, AA, and OnDemand movies...
Posted by Jezus Kriest on Thu, 24 May 2007 02:24:00 PST

And sever family ties and strong friendships...

Under the radar pass like good liars. Rejuvinated a rude awakening for the sleep, you-fin-asia was the perscription for his desease because; They convinced him he's sick. He concurs cause he is. So ca...
Posted by Jezus Kriest on Sun, 20 May 2007 04:42:00 PST

none of it makes any sense

It's like wiping before you poop, it don't make no sense. I've got thousands of memories. Hundreds of thousands. And instead of places, dates, colors and textures, they're feelings. I remember the ai...
Posted by Jezus Kriest on Wed, 09 May 2007 01:35:00 PST

Getting your christ on.

In two completely seperate areas of my life, I've been shown an unbelievable relief. Like Jesus skipped his way down to my shoulders, grabbed an acme anvil, and waltzed his way back on up to the cloud...
Posted by Jezus Kriest on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 12:38:00 PST

Frank

Pay attention. You might miss something.
Posted by Jezus Kriest on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 08:39:00 PST

Furious Angels

Like a sentence of death I've got no absence left I've got nothing to show now.   I'm down on the ground I got seconds to live and you can't go now.   Cause love, Like an invisible bullet se...
Posted by Jezus Kriest on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 10:01:00 PST