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Quote: life is but a dream on the path to eternal sleep..
blood
red
sticky
wet
inside
veins beneath the skin
i hide
flowing freely
all the same
the bloodlust sings to me-
again
weeping tears
like wine they stain
my sanity
within my brain
BASICS
Legardored is your Vampire name.
You are one hell of an insane Vampire, anyone who messes with you is out of their minds..
origin: german, polish, french and welsh
starsign: sagittarius
age: 21
smoke: like a train
drink: like a fish
cuss: like a common little gutter snipe
eyes: blue
hair: dark curly (changes colour frequently)
wieght: 90kgs.. i may be fat, but you're ugly- and i can diet
hieght: 5 ft something or other
other: an insomniac- but hey lets face it, sleep deprivation provides quite a nice high
aka jane.doe or enchantd on prodigits
aka morbidme on fsc
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there.."
I SUFFER FROM P.M.S..
Putting up with Mens Shit
What is Your Goth Symbol?
Red Rose
The red rose is a symbol of passion, love, and sometimes overpowering dominance. Life has bonded you, but you are crafty in its grasp.
D.O.A
a jane doe of the world noone knows me, least of all myself. i suggest you don't attempt to figure me out, you'll only end up with a headache. I don't appreciate suger coated BS so leave the syrup in the jar eh?
HELP TO
ESTABLISH WORLD PEACE..
kill everybody!
Advanced Global Personality Test Results
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I am stubborn, sadistic, masochistic, sarcastic, cynical, blunt, twisted, bitter, pessimistic and moody- next mood swing in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. RUN! (and those are some of my finer qualities) Contrary to popular belief i'm not negative or morbid, least not to my way of thinking, i'm merely a realist.. well, that and my sense of humour is a little odd. I'm loyal to those who deserve it, god help you if you don't. I enjoy a good debate and I'm not above a brawl lol luckily i don't offend easily. my worst habit is that i have a tendency to be fatally honest, that or the fact that I'm often an annoying little smartarse.
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Your clan is a dysfunctional one. That is because you are a Malkavian. Something is poisonous about this clan's blood that drives all those embraced to madness. However, in this madness, you tend to have great insight. Unfortunately, people just take it as senseless ramblings. In every family there is an insane one. You're it.
What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?
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SUCK ON MY NOSE TIL MY HEAD CAVES IN!
lol
i am not technically speaking, a wiccan or pagan however i find these cultures to be closest to my own beliefs. I am perhaps overly opiniated (opinions are like assholes, everyone has one..) but enjoy discovering new opinions and beliefs and like to consider myself as being open minded.
POETRY
My poetry isn't very good but i don't write it for other peoples amusement and/or enjoyment, rather as a way to empty out the contents of my mind (no, it doesn't take long).
ME
pondering in the cellar
the prison i once knew
now it seems so far away
my awakening
in this room
through pain i achieved freedom
but part of me was left behind
it fell away and was lost to me
like it was never mine
now i am this person
forever incomplete
whether wrong or right
thats how i came to be..
FLAMES
full moon rising
up, into the night
acrid smoke
billowing, lazily behind
the wind stirs gently
but not a sound pierces
stark ebony sky
the moon alone bares witness
to this unimaginable crime
flames hungrily lick at the willow
engulfing it with tongue
to taste the bark so pure
and the life that lies in waiting-
to be consumed
ravaged by the fire
and death has come too soon
in the light reflected
twould seem the flame has eyes
stripping the forest tree by tree
the intensity of the heat
forever justified
fire- the savage reaper
will greedily devour
the view from above
that of a swelling crimson flower
BLAME
so concerned with yourself
what you refused to see
and all the time
with your blind eyes
you turned away from me
neglectful of my cries
my ever unanswered pleas
faultless was your cause (i'm sure)
you're blameless
naturally
so- exactly where should blame
this time lie?
but once again with me..
RAIN
blackend trees
dancing in the rain
swaying, in tune,
to a rhythm they create
no worse for wear
for all their age
like graceful instruments
performing on natures stage
CARNIVALE
seared upon my brain
the constant torment
emotions drained
that it should come to this
regarded as nothing more
than an object in a cage,
stripped of dignity
paraded before the gentry
displayed for all to see
come one come all
the ring master entreats,
witness the oddity
the hidious mutant freak,
leering bulbous faces
that fill my memories
the facade has long been broken
i can no longer sleep
and in my ears still echo
the sounds of silent screams
SHEEP
fractured glimpses of pain
sinking, endlessly
into a place that bears no name
black and solid as my defeat
and still it rains upon me
creeping,
growing inside,
until it's more real than what i see
this unconsious brand of deceipt
wearing down resistance
enslaving individuality
welcome to this existance
a world of mindless sheep.
SANITY
Insanity looms closer,
i feel it, setting in,
waiting forever, waiting,
until suddenly it begins
the voices getting louder,
til i cant hear what they say
the moaning and the screaming,
that drowns it all away
constantly degraded by this eternal bickering
the price i've had to pay
to satisfy your whim.
FREEDOM
Lonliness eats away at me
gnawing
a constant source of grief
a palpable and tangible thing
anxiety can give it wings
hollowed out to the bone
isolated, all alone
solitary confinement
break free from humanity
civilization determines who we ought to be
wrapped in the chains of common sense
institutionalised, time begins to condence
going through the motions
like the cattle to the slaughter
sheep following blindly
but who will provide order?
Anarchy reigns supreme
the wolves will have their way
justice, can't be found
in anything they say
precariously
hanging in the balance
will it bend or will it break?
freedom is an illusion,
slowly slipping away...
RAGE
Pulsing, new life
it's running through my veins
intoxication of the senses
slipping away from sane
it's more than just a feeling
this rush inside my brain
everything's exploding
reality fades away
screaming, constant screaming
and i cant concentrate
need to focus on this feeling
consumed by so much hate
constantly i'm reeling
under the burden of my rage.
ETERNAL NIGHT
shattered fragments
once were whole
little shards of my wasted soul
twisted flesh
incomplete
protruding from the coffin deep
the reapers brand of mockery
imprinted upon mortality
the corpse most vile
and rotting stench
in death we're purged of ignorance
seperated from time and light
succumb to this, eternal night
VERTIGO
thorns like teeth
that pierce my throat
my sanity
they slowly choke
maggots scrounge
where eyes once were
buried deep
beneath the earth
gaping wounds that fester still
encrusted in shallow dirt
here i fell
from out your eyes
as i slipped away from hurt
FORSAKEN
release me from these chains, im drowning in my rage.
i love you, i hate you it's just a game we play.
you who gave me life,
the curse i now endure.
i wonder why you bothered when you were so unsure.
you never really wanted me, that much is all to clear.
i've seen the disgust in your eyes,
grow each and every year.
YOU who made me into this thing,
polluting all im near.
you wipe your hands clean of me
the burden and the curse.
no matter how im used to it, constantly it
hurts....
FATHER
this responsibility
slowly crushing me
all the things you sacrificed
caught in the grasp of greed
i knew it before you told me
my blood that you betrayed
i am but a witness
to the mistakes you've made
ROSE
awakening
opening
like a new born rose
the light nourishes thy petals
shaking with new life
and morning dew
hand in hand
entwined
who soever believeth in me
shall be mine
DEATHS EMBRACE
spiralling all around me
drenching me in shame
if i keep it to myself
i'm going to go insane
perhaps a burden shared
would ease this blindning pain
no matter how i try
somethings i just can't say
trapped within my memories
i slowly rot away
death is not an option
it's the answer that i crave
dirty and impure
i am a hopeless case
and in the end i know
i'm awaiting deaths embrace
DAMAGE
lay me down
to be buried here
so far away
and yet so near
you suspended
isolated in tower
this seperation
piercing my heart
crushing it like a flower
alone i weep a sea of blood
and then begin to drown
sinking below the surface
as you pull me down
if only you would tell me
i would ask you this
was it really worth it
the damage that you did
BLADE
infested with blind rage
it suffocates the pain
the only thing that comforts me
the solace of the blade
it bites into the flesh
this sweet and sharp carress
it seems to me so trivial
such tiny
pools of
red
LOST
bound and gagged
apprehensive and afraid
the consequences are imminent
lost in a world of pain
falling from your eyes
sick of contagious lies
you took to long
don't pause to blink-
now you have found i died
you stare in shock at the broken locks
you made to keep me in
now come and watch my body bleed
while i am safe and free
i know it turns you inside out
when you think that you
lost me
FERTILE
putrid, rotting flesh
falling from thy hands
wounds that will not heal
as desperation doth command
flawless and yet tainted
tis but a memory
beneath the stains of time
buried is the seed
carnage rising on the ground
the fragile blood red leaves
vulnrability a disguise
designed, simply just to please
LEECHES
you're nothing but another body, feeding from me
you make me weak, i'm trying not to scream
you're killing me, devouring who i am- entirely
i long to bleed, the only thing that's left of me
i feel diseased, i beg you just release me, please!
this existance, fading right infront of me
tear me open, my scars revealed for all to see
my biggest fear
is looming there, before me
cut down
can't remember how to breathe
so light
and now i'm floating free
NIGHTMARE
you haven't even realised,
what you have forsaken me to..
the story,
you have written,
in my blood
the future has risen,
when death and i are one
embrace the darkness in my eyes,
beware a new god with helpful advice
just one more step,
before you can comprehend
breathe through my lungs and welcome the end
taste the evil,
inside the seed
your goddess is here,
to see what you've seen
she has come from a place,
buried deep in your dreams
like a demon her soul,
a filthy disease
ABUSE ME
lie to me, go on- i'm begging you
please
use and abuse me as i lay beside your feet
deserving of your ministrations
i know that i must be
worthless as i am
you spend your time on me
i cant escape the truth (i face it endlessly)
and the truth is beneath the suface
i'm cheap as cheap can be
LIP SERVICE
fading, slowly away
into the darkness and buried under decay
i belong to this...
marred and tainted
my flesh you have desocrated
the scars that map my body,
a tale of all my years
hidden from your eyes,
the judgement that i fear
the shame that lies unspoken,
the broken paradise
deep within my body-
it's me that i despise
this torment that surrounds me
never goes away
and in the end i'm drowning,
in all the things you say
DARKEST HOUR
fluid like motion
as i drift through the night
the darkness in my soul seeking
the embrace of cresent moon,
shadow soft light
where did the change
in mind begin
estranged from happy times
a prisoner
to myself it seems
trapped within the bounds
of silky midnight sky
the sun in its brilliance
burns my inner mind
darkness provides a balm
soothing the burnt out craters
and hiding me from harm
free from troubled eyes
no one near to pry
none who could judge
my many walks of life
free to be myself
alone with my thoughts for,
the bats flying overhead
dont stop to critisize
safe with shadows by my side
where no one will ever see
the mangeled corpse
they called 'girl'
the contradiction
that is
me
THE RAVEN
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!
I am a little girl
I have a little thing
And when i put my finger in
I get a little grin
Now i am much older
The thing has lost its charm
Now it takes five fingers
And half my f*cking arm
how f...ked up are you
wait there,were coming to get you now
weve called the guys in white coats to come and get you so dont commit a mass murder before they come or youll find youll be in there longer
Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean nobody is out to get you..
Personality Disorder Test Results |
in short, i have PMS and ESP- that makes me a b!tch who knows everything.
RIDDLE..
Discover thou what is
the strong creature from before the flood,
without flesh, without bone,
without vein, without blood,
without head, without feet,
it will neither be older nor younger
than at the beginning..
(do you know the answer?)
BOREDOM IS A RESULT OF NOTHING TO DO..
My favorite bands include;
korn
staind
slipknot
orgy
metallica
nirvana
manson (marylin not charlie)
nine inch nails
sevendust
placeabo
tool
spineshank
limp bizkit
spiral dance
cranberries
corrs
melissa etheridge etc
my favorite writers include;
anne rice
graham masterton
raymond fiest
richard laymon
dean koontz
stephen king etc
my favorite movies include;
saw (one and two)
gingersnaps (one, two and three)
butterfly effect
silence of the lambs
cherry falls
donnie darko
lil pimp
ted bundy- the true story
van helsing
queen of the damned
nightmare on elm st series
league of extraordinary gentlemen
night of the living dead (one and two)
sean of the dead etc
my favorite sitcoms are as follows
drawn together
quads
safron vs god- yay for sbs
family guy
american dad
the obolongs
futurama
csi
svu etc
consider this, if ignorance is bliss- John Howard must be f*cking orgasmic
THE TO 10 REASONS WHY CHOCOLATE IS BETTER THAN SEX..
1) chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.
2) you can make chocolate last as long as you like.
3) if you bite the nuts too hard, the chocolate wont mind.
4) you can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slappd.
5) with chocolate there's no need to fake it.
6) you can have chocolate at ANY time of the month.
7) you can have chocolate with kids and not go to jail.
8) you don't have to beg to get chocolate.
9) you can have chocolate all weekend and still walk ok on monday.
10) it's easy to find 8 inches of chocolate
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
MEN
A woman once said that a man is like a deck of playing cards... you need:
a HEART to love him,
a DIAMOND to marry him,
a CLUB to smash his f*cking head in, and
a SPADE to bury the bastard.
FRIENDS
You Laugh, I Laugh..
You Fight, I Fight..
You Hurt, I Hurt..
You Cry, I Cry..
You Jump Off A Bridge..
I'm Gonna Miss Your Dumb ass
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