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Last Updated: 7/7/2009

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City: Neu Yørk
State: New York
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/1/2005

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Monday, June 01, 2009 

Times-a-wasting, niggaz doin so much hatin

Free ya heart, and show ya greatness

I, like you, had to come from up under the basement

Just like you, had Satan tryin my patience

Still you look at me through jealous eyes

I wish to see all my niggaz rise up!

Get that money, put them 9s up

Piggy-back out the ghetto for times up

Niggaz rush

hello new world
Wednesday, May 06, 2009 

10. You're willing to read an incoherent, ephemeral blog enititled '10 Reason's to kill Yourself'. 


9. You're ugly.


8. You a teenager and your M.O is' Fuck the pigs' -  So seize the opportunity to commit murder & get away with it. scott free.


7. Gain sympathy get atention. Hurt those around you forever.


6. Reward your creativity. -- If you're a musician, painter, writer or artist of any sort consider how a well planned suicide can solicit quite interest in your material.


5. God wants you to die for him. (ref: his son.)


4. There's money in you being dead. Your family will collect death insurance.

& if they don't have it because they're broke... nough said.


3. Increase your myspace hits - 

After confirming your death -They would post you're myspace page on mydeathspace.com 

(if you leave a few sexually gratuitus.. added interest - cyber necrophilia)


2.  Life is suffering. Birth, Life, Death = The Triad of Pain


1. You would please me. 

Wednesday, May 06, 2009 


I am pure darkness, sparkless
Glitterles, imageless
But still infinitly limitless
Pre-Genesis before man
I crawled the land before all you know, even began
I think thoughts untranslated, among greated
My first rhyme had no words to say it
Force of the immaculate
You only exist cause I imagined it, & slit your wrist upon fathoming it
Accurate intellect, the weight of my brain tilts my neck
Obeying the will, I select
My face so dark, that it doesn't reflect
The beast in me only awakes at sunset
My life has no connects, of hope in it
The blood I drink, has extra pulp in it
I spit rhymes in the graveyard of my block
I get a rush hearing niggaz beat, the coffin tops
I grow my own trees in the woods I'm from
I need branches to leave niggaz hung
I'm running at a higher density
So the gun on my waste, is the only thing holding me from floating into space


The reign of the lord will snatch your lifers off
Leaving you looking permanently slow, like your eyes's are cross
Jus Allah stays calm and peace like
Depending what the beat's like I may act beast-like

I'm motherfucking faithless, aitheist
Racist, faceless, ageless, shapeless
Mind elevates into states I'm weightless
Spines shake when they in the wake of greatness
An animal, you're more afraid of me, than I am of you
Black canibal, untangable
A great mind, created divine by satan's design
Snake's spine, devil's frankenstein
You think it's just simple words get your temple surged
Get your mental purged knock the life out your central nerves
it ain't a death I don't deserve, it ain't even a fit punishment for me to serve
My only need is L's to cook, I only read spell books
I decorate my room to imitate how hell looks
A bad lurkin, a street of mad vermin'


The light don't pass between the black curtains


Friendless, supremmesus, innerless
Mankind's arch nemesis, 

spiritless, murderin' from night 'till morn'
I'm at sleep by the first fucking sights of dawn

I want the worst death man can feel
I ground metal cans in my meals
I swallowed the pills without seals
Shit is real for a bill, for a mill
Tryin' to civilize devilish men from Israel
That's my job, as the father of god
Overcomin' obstacles with impossible odds
Paradise lost, caveman kidnapped the stars, and tryin to move us back to Mars
Blind of our actual cause
but even the clones doctor still see black as allah
I made the 1st laws on this worthless ball
If I ever left the earth, then the birds would fall
I'm the god, I move by the will of allah
I'm protected from the rain by a ceiling of straw
Reading pages telepathically
My watch operates with dead batteries
The wake inside my own head baffles me
Gumar astubar's masterpiece black as my sheep
He who feed's not having to eat

-The GOd, Jus Allah

Saturday, April 25, 2009 
Monday, March 30, 2009 
quotations:

Hell is of this world
and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell
escapees destined eternally
to reenact their escape.


we do not die because we have to die;
we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.

If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again. Suicide will be for me only one means of violently reconquering myself, of brutally invading my being, of anticipating the unpredictable approaches of God. By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.


Thursday, March 26, 2009 
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 
I recently received a call from a close friends mother whom I hadn't spoken to nor seen in months.

She informed me, her son, my friend, had hanged himself in his apt -2 days after walking in on his boyfriend with another man.

He was a beautiful person, & taught me a lot. We shared a lot of the same problems/ideals. - he introduced me to Bukowski.

He was a very particular individual... refusing to listen to anything but digital arrangements as he swore by it's structural correlation to progressive architecture.

i produced this song for you Jonathan.


Fare Well.









http://www.normrex.com/))).mp3




Tuesday, March 10, 2009 
Saturday, February 28, 2009 


Wednesday, February 25, 2009