Church of the First Resurrection Baptist
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stay gold pony boy
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
af·fec·tion1

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Hey all, Thanks for your comments. I cant read them right now due to technical difficulties. LEave em anyway and I'll eventually get to read them. Thanks again for being my cult of personality. If you want to kick it via EMAIL its tragiksun@comcast.net or r.hilljr@yahoo.com. Vacation week, so I have time to write and send video,pictures and such. Thank you Nanorson, Misstea, Wendy, ValosVixen, Gen and everone else I have been conversating back and forth with. I can still leave messages on some of your profiles. Anyway dont hesitate to Drop me a Line Peace and Hairgrease Tragiksun...TO BE CONTINUED...

My last spiel was trampled by Sting. I miss Friday Night Videos, my cats Twilight aka Eric Fitross aka Pedro, Timberland aka Cinnamon cat, and Boots aka Claus von Snarf Snarf. I am sleepy. I am out like Johny Carson yall...More to Come
PS remember when Sting sent his love down the well and saved that girl?
Dedicated To Angie.

| 1. | fond attachment, devotion, or love: the affection of a parent for an only child. |
| 2. | Often, affections.
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| 3. | Pathology. a disease, or the condition of being diseased; abnormal state of body or mind: a gouty affection. |
| 4. | the act of affecting; act of influencing or acting upon. |
| 5. | the state of being affected. |
| 6. | Philosophy. a contingent, alterable, and accidental state or quality of being. |
| 7. | the affective aspect of a mental process. |
| 8. | bent or disposition of mind. |
| 9. | Obsolete. bias; prejudice. |
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Hey all, Thanks for your comments. I cant read them right now due to technical difficulties. LEave em anyway and I'll eventually get to read them. Thanks again for being my cult of personality. If you want to kick it via EMAIL its tragiksun@comcast.net or r.hilljr@yahoo.com. Vacation week, so I have time to write and send video,pictures and such. Thank you Nanorson, Misstea, Wendy, ValosVixen, Gen and everone else I have been conversating back and forth with. I can still leave messages on some of your profiles. Anyway dont hesitate to Drop me a Line Peace and Hairgrease Tragiksun...TO BE CONTINUED...
My last spiel was trampled by Sting. I miss Friday Night Videos, my cats Twilight aka Eric Fitross aka Pedro, Timberland aka Cinnamon cat, and Boots aka Claus von Snarf Snarf. I am sleepy. I am out like Johny Carson yall...More to ComePS remember when Sting sent his love down the well and saved that girl?
Dedicated To Angie.

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Say, say, say what you want but don't play games with my affection
Take, take, take what you need but don't leave me with no direction
All alone I sit home by the phone waiting for you baby (baby)
Through the years how can you stand to hear my pleading for you dear?
You know I'm cryin', ooh ooh ooh ooh o...
Take, take, take what you need but don't leave me with no direction
All alone I sit home by the phone waiting for you baby (baby)
Through the years how can you stand to hear my pleading for you dear?
You know I'm cryin', ooh ooh ooh ooh o...




YEA!
luv that song... what year was it??? maybe the year i came around???
I put my future out of frame
The signs were there for all to see
Like blue eyed mind to you and me
My head laid on my beating breast
I swear to you I pass the test
I walked one hundred thousand miles
And you're the judge who's been my trial
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is just a den of vice and sins
And even on the darkest night
We could reach for the light
And we could get it right
Get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right
Get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is giving me adrenaline
Ten thousand year ago
Crawling on the floor
Well get up Jack
It's time to rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
It's time to get up
You Can See It In A Woman's Eyes
You Can Hear It In Your Babies Cries
You Can Hear It In Your Lover's Sighs
You Can Touch It In A Grain Of Sand
Yeah Hold It Right There
In The Palm Of Your Hand
Feel It Round You Everyday
And Hear What I've Got To Say
I Saw It In The Midnight Sun
And I Felt It In The Race I Won
And I Hear It In The Windy Storm
And I Feel It In The Icy Dawn
And I Smell It The Wine I Taste
And I See It In My Father's Face
And I Hear It In A Symphony
And I Feel It In The Love You Show For Me
Yeah
God Gave Me Everything I Want
Oh Come On
I'll Give It All To You
the friday night's of my youth....
thanks...
fond memories.
thank you.
Thanks 4 the friendship!
We are located in Stockholm, Sweden!
//EVL
You may have noticed it didn't work out all too well.
i love that song!
I stand alone
Burned every bridge over the troubled water
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
A stronger tide is coming, I've been running
trying to function fine with out my mind
climbing out this fucking corner
I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals
A forgotten rebel
craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands to develop an evident level of benevolence
so it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil
This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me
Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding
I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts
Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear
that I might go nuts this year
If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way
One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK
I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate
and I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape
I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face
and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take
I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake
Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile
I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now
And keeps me down,
stealing all my energy
I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity
Not dealing with my tendencies,
I peel the skin and then I squeeze
The real imprinted hand cause he's
not human in this century,
I'm kneeling to the entity
Who built this penitentiary,
as filthy as a centipede
And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me bleed, While I wore a game face
In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place
This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital
Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle
So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell
All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself
I'm insecure by every facet of my existence
From my addictions, to the condition I choose to live in
Who you kidding?
I suffer from excess anxiety
A product of pollution in American society
Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind
and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
but I've been trying disregarding my insanity
Every form of art isolates us from humanity
But it's provoked against being force fed
so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years
of headaches from my peers
Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own
They taught me how to know everything except my soul
Which is everything I need to grow
Everything that keeps me whole
Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea
So I leave with golden hopes
to rip the leash that holds my focus
but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains
It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
Some people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me
Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe
I'm peeling the mask back and
revealing the rap that's been
Feeling my organs drilling short distorted portions
of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted
interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder
The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in
Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin
I've hidden in the darkness for too long
I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong
I want life to change but I don't know if it can
for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am
I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
You want to die in my life?
then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner
Cause even shadows have shadows
and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding
I scream in my dreams away but they keep on defeating me
Even Shadows have Shadows
Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor
Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter
Even Shadows have Shadows
How am I to break free from my fears
When I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear
Even Shadows have Shadows
So don't judge my book by it's cover
Cause my story's just fucked up as any other
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