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Posted on March 30th, 2007 in Uncategorized by Andy Christ || No Comment
Posted on March 30th, 2007 in Uncategorized by Andy Christ || No Comment
Posted on March 30th, 2007 in Uncategorized, Art, religion, philisopohy, theology, astro physics, babylon, freemasons, cult of aton, love, passion, respect, new world order, michael tsarion, jordan maxwell, jesus, graffiti, obsessive compulsive, islam, knights templar, suicide, mental health, bi polar, masons, psychopathis, crazy, beatles, the beatles, rock music, cia, rock n roll, 2012, hoppi native, prophecy, jesuits, cults, satan, satanic, nike, poetry, spoken word, hip hop, conspiracy, conspiracy theory, events by Andy Christ || No Comment
Posted on March 28th, 2007 in Uncategorized, Art, religion, philisopohy, theology, astro physics, babylon, freemasons, cult of aton, love, passion, respect, new world order, michael tsarion, jordan maxwell, jesus, graffiti, obsessive compulsive, islam, knights templar, suicide, mental health, bi polar, masons, psychopathis, crazy, beatles, the beatles, rock music, cia, rock n roll, 2012, hoppi native, prophecy, jesuits, cults, satan, satanic, nike, poetry, spoken word, hip hop by Andy Christ || No Comment
Category: lefty. Dreams and the Supernatural
destruct is on auto. were stuck on that hollow. shook ones follow. most high? hopes dry. folks die. choke on why. oasis is purgitory. your basis is territory. my makeshift is priority. that raise is manditory. my praise is harmony. that fate is testimony. fear my sounds heard. in gear to understand the word. give away to live all day. abandonded to replay. i give back, not good enough. i stop to attack. thats like saying hip hop is abstract kids in backpacks. snap. crack. bang. spit slang sounds plain. snakes on a train. cakes on insane. mistake forms blame. cn i complain about shame? pain fucks with me when it rains. disorder out of chaos, the border of payoffs. the shorther version of the playoffs. the way we walk isnt real, the things i talk are not how i feel. dead fetus found, rebirth thrown to the hounds, burried in a compound. david koresh knew it best, religion is a mess, refined sheep test. bulletproof vest. the truths so ugly she turns me on, the bruise is so funny, it burns me wrong. i dont know that song, 7 minutes is so long. we pray to god, we pay the fraud. i know the law. show the saw. divinity is raw. trinity is a claw. learn the destiny. burns the rest of me. fire turns that recipie. free fresh compact. flee much less contact. dont sign that contrct. conflict to a convict. lets go to church. praise the sunburst. solar bratwust. sonar outburst. solar church.
Posted on March 28th, 2007 in Uncategorized, Art, religion, philisopohy, theology, astro physics, babylon, freemasons, cult of aton, love, passion, respect, new world order, michael tsarion, jordan maxwell, jesus, graffiti, obsessive compulsive, islam, knights templar, suicide, mental health, bi polar, masons, psychopathis, crazy, beatles, the beatles, rock music, cia, rock n roll, 2012, hoppi native, prophecy, jesuits, cults, satan, satanic, nike, poetry, spoken word, hip hop by Andy Christ || No Comment
exodus. (guitar solo intro)
(drums kick in)
im too weak to explain what i think is pain, never would i relish being selfish standing in the rain. for everything ive wanted to change. its been rearranged for me. your giving is so ahead of my forgiving. the divine goddess in you is refined modest. you gave me an interpol when i almost fell in that hole, i gave you a pellician city for shelter when the weathers shitty. things just go so fast, i was there when you crashed, we have been together while thrashed apart, so obviouslly its just a new start. together rebuilding is our heart. when i always say “i wanna die”
do i mean it? when you care and i have no reply. its like a lease on life we all must re-sign. im strong, no matter how this feels so long. no matter who is or isnt wrong.
i look to the sunrise of the east now. i try to cleanse my mind to kill the beasts it lies behind. i lay in bed and cry. i feel dead or like i will die. subtle reminders always keep me on you, i shuffle the blinders to keep the sun in my eye, to know we are chosen few. id give you as much time as you need, id live through the line indeed.
this really is nothing of what you might think its about. do your homework.
rain on me motherfucker.
addict.
Posted on March 28th, 2007 in Uncategorized, Art, religion, philisopohy, theology, astro physics, babylon, freemasons, cult of aton, love, passion, respect, new world order, michael tsarion, jordan maxwell, jesus, graffiti, obsessive compulsive, islam, knights templar, suicide, mental health, bi polar, masons, psychopathis, crazy, beatles, the beatles, rock music, cia, rock n roll, 2012, hoppi native, prophecy, jesuits, cults, satan, satanic, nike, poetry, spoken word, hip hop by Andy Christ || No Comment
this is how i give just to live. forgive me for being sensitive. one sweet dream is a black nightmare to scare who cares. i dont even understand why humans exist, we rather live, war, die or perrish. sacred hidden forbidden knowledge is in no college. is it pindar or baphomet? either way, both ive been met. to even feel upset is just shamed regret. we are god. not this fraud. understand when i lend a hand, i want to cleanse this land. forbidden in the scrolls. our legacy unfolds to behold. yesterday life was full of games to play. now i need a place to hide away. bomb shelters those wont work. helter skelter. game over rover. were getting slower. you better pull that off the shelf before 2012. blue apples taste like a few snapples. know that role before you jump in a wormhole. stargate is no longer a far day. our fate could be photoned away. anyway. another day.youre not that bad. no pity for you being sad. ive seen plenty worse. and where you gonna be december twenty first?
Posted on March 27th, 2007 in Uncategorized, Art, religion, philisopohy, theology, astro physics, babylon, freemasons, cult of aton, love, passion, respect by Andy Christ || No Comment
Current mood: empty.
i have not been the best man that i am capible of. i want to give her more, more pure sincere caring, loving energy. i want to be better to her as never have been. my heart is open, shes so far away, i dream of waking up with her beside ne, omitting energy, fairnones. she deserves more. she is such a great woman, our love is so strong. if she loves me as much as she claims, she will show me. i know ive made a million mistakes, i have to man up and accept that. possibly i dont even realize the damage ive caused. i have to change me so much, and really analyze what ive been doing, and what she is missing,
shes my other half, the completion of me, who i am, and what she is to me. i awake everyday for her, i lay down to rest and sleep, to be next to her.
this is so hard, i just want my faith to be restored, torn heart syndrome.
i am alive guys, you can contact me or call, email, something.
i love everybody.
-andy christ.