threads and christianxcore

so the newlins gave me some work a few days ago, god bless em, and i was almost done when i realized that the last 200 i had wrapped were messed up. so i proceeded to go back and fix the 200 hundred defiled pices of thread. well i got them all unwrapped, and felt exhausted. i DID NOT want to do all these over. so i look around for some inspiration and waddaya know? theres the laptop, and my brain is thinking.... PANDORA. so i log on and theres a band in my list of music that ive never heard of called WAR OF AGES. i click it , bc im so darn curious, and possibly the greatest growl ive ever heard assaults my ears. this band is AMAZING. and on top of that i hear the screaming praise to the lord! hows that for inspiration? long story short WAR OF AGES pushed me into some crazy realm of thread winding, platic bagging fury that ive never been in before. so this blog is pretty much a shout out to them. thank u WAR OF AGES, for ur devastating guitar, and brutal vocals, and ur love for god. below are some lyrics from them... enjoy.

stand your ground

We lie awake in our battlefieldsOne chance to prove ourselvesWe will prevailOur will to live is powerful and our strength will never fade awayTo the weak who try to stop usYou don't have the strengthSo save your breathStand your ground when our hate has been concealedI'll carry it to the grave now that fate is revealedMy eyes begin to closeIf we close our eyes and keep to ourselves in hope that everything will fade awayWe'll live in shame and wonder to ourselves if there will ever be a second chanceWith strength we'll never fall apart and in time we'll prove ourselvesMy heart can't be broken for I'll never live in shameWith every breath and all that I am I'll make a standUntil the end stand your ground

salvation
Ready, I am ready, breathe salvation.Lord we hear your prayer, bring forth revival.Rise, oh ancient one, breathe salvation.We failed by the hands of man.And laid claim to idols.How selfish are we in the eyes of God.You reject truth and lay claim to idols.Fearing your demise, breathe salvation.To those of you who hide behind your sorrows.And cower in your time of need.We must prepare our hearts for the demise of a nation, which lies in the palm of our hands.Heed the warnings, focus not on what's seen and stand above the weakness,for all who know Him stand to gain eternity.Our hearts yearn for Your return.Our hearts yearn for Your return.Don't hide behind your weakness.Don't hide behind your weakness.Hear our cry, fill our hearts, Salvation

peace, ripKID

sometimes not knowing whats right is... right?

so today has been... something, idk what to call it. man knight was fun although i was dissapointed in the lack of revenge on the girls. oh yeah, and the fact that a certain someone (madison elizabeth campbell) threw my tooth brush into the middle of the church front yard, wich happened to make me madder than ive been in a long time. mix that with some buddies of mine acting like total jerks/and or fags and u get me ready to fight ne one who was willing. needless to say i didnt fight ne one or this blog would be titled " fight for your right: to have good dental hygiene". so i didnt sleep at all, till i got home around 230 and i then slept till 6. we then went out to eat with some of my cousins, and on the way home me and my dad got into a heated discussion, that ended up with a 2 and a half hour talk in the driveway. it went from our discussion in the car, to wether hes proud of me, to if i want to play football, to ppl who follow blindly. and i realized a couple things.

1. set your own standards for yourself. and dont base them off ne thing ne one else says or does.
2. not knowing whats right is in truth the best place to be. bc is it worth it if u have a cheat sheet?
3. my dad is super man.

now, to say that i am consoled in my struggles that we discussed would be a lie, but my late night talk with my dad has put me at ease.

my friend kayla has been txtng me the past two days, and she is a MESS. first off her bf is a total faggot, he treats her like crap, he gets drunk all the time, and hes actually convinced her that she doesnt deserve him. i strangley feel called to do what i can to help her out, like idk its weird. i truly feel that god wants me to be the one thats there for her. i cant explain it except that its one of those things that if i dont try ill hate myself.

something for your brain to chew on.

think of the last good thing you did, wether it be a mission trip or w.e
how many ways did you help the world?
how many ways did gods will become fulfilled?
what if there wasnt a point?
what was the point?
was there many points?
was the work worth it?

figure it out, ripKID

end of the school year, with some xtra goodies thrown in.

so this morning i woke up and i decided to just wear basketball shorts, wich i dont normally do. and for some odd reason, everyone and their brother decided to compliment me on the simpleness of how i dressed today. like people genuinley thought it looked good, even tho it was a tshiort, raggedy shoes, and gym shorts..... i dont get it. could someone explain it to me? possibly a girl? bc im betting theyd know the answer to the ? before guys would. when i got home, i got a call from someone and proceeded to argue with that someone for an hour and some odd minutes. i hated it, bc i hate arguing over something that i feel is already known or explained. ooohhhhh!!!! another ? for you girls. why do somethings not matter as much as others, even if their worse than the other thing? idk, just seems odd to me. today i also realized that i am halfway through highschool. that scares the crap out of me, im supposed to be a man, (in theory). but to me im still so young and lost in where im supposed to be headed. ne advice?

im full of questions today, and wonderment. is that a word? ahh look another ?. lol in honor of all these ?s i have composed a poem wich is displayed below.


?S, by tripp durden

would you help me?
u seem rather intelligent
unless your name is matt, and your from montana
if thats the case u probably have enough ?s of your own.
do you understand me?
and all my crazy ways.
cuz these days....
i dont understand my self.
i lose... but feel like i win
i win... and hate myself.
what ive loved for so long...
ive begun to loathe.
im off track. im pretty sure what i wanted to know was....
could you help me... please?

duces, ripKID

check this guy out, his name is bradley hathaway and hes a sick poet this one is called the hug poem. its definitley one of my favorites of all time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AYvnfGJoxg

peace, ripKID

new journey...blogging

so this is my first blog... and i cant believe i gave in. hahaha, i mean ive considered blogging many times but it just seemed too... idk? celebrityish? but here it goes.
so ripKID speaks is the name of my blog, obviuosly. and it will be about all sorts of things. mainly teenage life. wich can be crazy, but lots of fun.

so our summer interns have arrived, and they are great! savnnah adams, matt ogle, nathan dullnig, and good ole less-a-lee. i have to say im rather impressed with them so far, i expected them to be a little shell shocked at first seeing that our youth group isnt the most normal one in existence.
me and mattg have really connected and are planning on some fun stuff this summer, along with my best buds, hunter dolan and matt newlin. im especially looking forward to the cairo syrup tip he gave me. hahaha.
sorry this blog was kind of blaaahhhh... but its late and i wanted to express my gladness over the interns, :). the following blogs will be.... different, maybe political, or poetical (i think i just invented that word) but most definatley controversial. or just funny and or great
goodnight, ripKID