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Name: Justin
Location: Cincinnati, Ohio, United States
Birthday: 4/17/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Jammin out to some Metalcore Junk. I scream because I can and It's a gift from God. If you think my music is demonic take a look at Joel 3:16 Even the Lord "roars" sometimes.
If ya wanna hear my band just go to
www.myspace.com/killingcalypso
Expertise: Being a light to the darkness, in the midst of hatred, violence, gangs and confusion. I bring words of confidence, comfort, and truth. I bring the good news to ears that have only heard dispair. And I do with a Brutal force, that the enemy will not stop.
I bring Jesus to people. . . they need him
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  ikilledcalypso
Member Since:
12/9/2005
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| sometimes, people amaze me. we (I include myself in "people") make decisions that we know are bad and then rather than admitting that, we defend, try to convince ourselves that we made a good decision. It seems that we are more interested in not being wrong, than we are in being right. ha. we really are silly, our problems so trivial, but at the same time massively important to us. I pray that people start making right choices, and stop making wrong ones. (again, I include myself in "people") and I mean the little things too, not just huge life changing and spiritual decisions, I'm talking like not eating that burger if your trying to lose weight, (<I include myself.) and not smoking that cigarette if your trying to quit. things like that ok bye | | |
| It happens, all of my brothers rush out, like we're supposed to. Im still standing there, watching it happen. the flashes of light, the splashes of red, and I listen, I hear shouts... orders, encouragements, cries of pain, screams of passion in a heated moment. Im still standing here. watching my brothers. one is wounded, an arrow in his leg, and shoulder, a deep cut on his fore-arm, he fights with what energy he has, which isnt much to speak of. another of my brothers is lying helpless in the field, a sword in his belly, he doesnt cry out, but the look in his eyes is begging for help. Im still standing here, watching my brothers fall, watching them abandon hope. watching the fire inside them slowly burn out. and what am I doing to help my brothers? . . . Im standing here, watching their lives slip away, and what good is this sword in my hand if I refuse to use it. . . . Never thought I would be the one to sit and watch.
But here I am standing here. . . My brother asks for help, my eyes are glassed, his words are muffled.
the other grasps the sword in his belly and says he can handle it, that he will do okay on his own. I think to myself how wrong he is, and make note of how severely he needs help immediately. but Im still standing here. I havent moved yet. I notice that a clean and oiled sword is beautiful, but they are more use to my friends when they are bloodied. I know that it must get dirty, and hard work must be done to save them and Im willing. . .
but Im still standing here. | | |
| The men stood, open mouthed, and frozen in terror of what they saw. The Destructobot raised its arm it's pincer of a hand wide open, ready to strike. . . The men abandoned all hope, but kept their honor intact as they charged the cantankerous, mechanic beast, with swords drawn and no holds barred. But before the brave men could attack the metallic devil, it met it's end at the mutulated hands of scores of zombies, not slow dim witted zombies, but quick, bright, organized ones.
The mens alliance with these foul creatures was short-lived as they quickly turned on the humans, sensing that they were the next threat. . . and the next meal. The men stood firm, swords at the ready and held their ground with defensive blows, slashes, and stabs. but soon one man was bitten and fell limp, another scratched and lay likewise on the ground.
The sun was now rising and with only three men remaining the fight became tiresome, and suddenly the men were face with the zombified bodies of their brothers, but these bodies were still weilding swords. . . . . . .
FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TIME ON. . .
Destructo-Zombot!!!!! | | |
| ya know Ive been thinkin lately. . . (I know thats a Frickkin miracle, but hear me out.) In the bible it says that we will be baptized by the holy spirit and by fire. . . Frickkin Fire!!!! thats as sweet as all get out man!
So Ive been thinkin' is it literal fire cuz that would be way hardcore. . . I mean. . . I wanna be havin some quiet time with The J-man and get really intense in my prayers and then BOOM!!! Erupt in flames. . . that would be so sick . . .
Dag dude I SO want that to happen. . . maybe if I make that my prayer then thats how it will go down. . . yeah.
later | | |
| okay. . . so on my way back to texas I had the sickest headache in life. I suppose you could refer to it as a migrane.
It was so terrible bad that I could not drive or sleep, I had to go to the hospital and got two shots in the caboose. . . thats my story
Bye! | | |
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