The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
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Seventh Level of Hell
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
Never know what to put in things like this. So i shall merely ramble on for a few lines about rambling nonsensical dirge about nothing really.
nothing to really describe me. if anyone really wishes to contact me, in my journal there are 2 email aacts to reach me. added to that i have trouble replying on here.
Still new so this profile is under construction until i figure out how to fix it up...
How evil are you?
Many of my thoughts have been going into my journal thing. i am naturally more introverted but can be a bit spazztic.
i really don't know what to put here. I can on occasion pretend to be cute but more often than not look like hell thawed out and refrozen.
Family is important to me but blood doesn't make a family. bondage does.. or is it blood bonds? or bloody bondage? hmm.. i shall ponder more on this as of tomorrow. I detest so many things, but so as to prevent going astray and ranting on the evils of what the world it i shall say, "I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the mustard that stains your blouse, i am DARK WING DUCK!!!" oh come on if you remember it and liked it you gotta laugh. the long lost simplicity of childhood beckons with a bony finger for me to simply lie down and fall back into the nothingness of my old cartoons and books. to feel no more, never more to long for the pain as a reminder that i do indeed still exist.
As was said in one of my favorite movies, "My body is a road map of pain. But pain has its rewards. The power of the mind is absolute!" Ok so the closest i ever get to self mutilation would be piercings. I have like nine. But i do have my scars as everybody does. I was in a burn ICU for like a month, it wasn't bad, 2 graft surgeries, on my left arm and right foot/ankle. It was an accident involving flaming grease and kicking my at the time 3 year old daughter out of the way and purposefully catching the flaming grease to ensure she didn't get burnt. She is fine. Well physically. She did see mommy's skin melt and slough off and just hang off her hand. she doesn't have nightmares about it much anymore, so that is good. but she also didn't get burned which is the most important thing in my world. I have always been a bit too graceful for my own good. Im also forbidden by my entire family to fry things or play with fire since that was my second bad burn. My mom didnt think my joke of starring in deep fried beauties volume 9 was funny. I thought it was. hee hee hee.
But in general i dont get nakked anymore due to i dont like my scars. All in all things could have been worse and i am very thankful they were not as bad as they couldve been.
my mind tends to be more scattered than usual of late. I reiterate that i tend to spazz. especially with movies/comics/ music/ shows that i love still to this day.
i hold an ocean of static within me. no longer wanting to try to care for most things. my children hold my emotions. the only other emotion i can tap into would be the politely aloof indifference quasi pleasantness or murderous vengeful wrath.
i am fully aware of my typos but seems to be unworthy of the time it would take to correct it.
Darkness demands. provides comfort at times when the cold blinding light infiltrates all.
You Are 17% Pure
You're definitely not pure. In fact, you may be one of the most evil people who's ever lived.
Remember, good little girls and boys go to heaven. But bad little girls and boys go everywhere!
I like to cook.
I used to write. poems published constantly. All it took was putting a pen to paper and words would pour forth and flow so easily, so perfect. since i turned 19 after i got married, i no longer can do it. my hands go numb, my brain floods incoherently, Pains stab through my chest and my heart feels as though it is in a vise grip. SO the art of words is no longer in my soul. I still appreciate but no longer participate. I have failed my arts and am miserable now. But it happens on occasion, a child prodigy grows up to become incredibly ordinary. But it is my ordinary. It may not be a lot in life but it is my lot in life.
Now that i have ranted a bit, I love music, it is my sanity. that and chocolate.
Take the Seven Deadly Sins
some of these quizzes really makes me look terrible.. but i think the terrible part is that i just do not care... oh well.
Ok been a few months since i last updated anything on here, hmmm... having troubles with trusting anyone, never really have trusted much in the way of humans but now i worry because i seem not to trust myself now. I always used to be able to trust myself totally and completely but now....
Things just seem a bit too much.
I am a nature child. Earth lover. I love to watch a good storm. I like rain and wind and lightening. I enjoy a sunset. usually dont get to see them due to confines of work. I dont like to see a sunrise since usually i see the wrong side of them. I love a clear night sky and a light chill in warm night. i like a cold pillow case for my head. to smother myself of course not on which to place my head. lol. j/k. About the smothering of course. they are not air tight. that's why there are ligatures.
some more info at this page. http://www.myspace.com/shadoweddragons