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Power is a Master masquerading as a servant
Please take a look at my dragon egg. if veiwed enough times, it will become a cute baby dragon. why not get one of your own too? click the egg.
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personal statement:
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i'm loyal and reliable. i have tried lying, but i'm pretty crap at it - dont know how humans can do it and keep a straight face.
i'm sympathetic and well, bloody soft. i'm always ready to lend a friendly ear or a shoulder to cry on.
i am also bisexual
I am a Pranic Vampire - but i do love the taste of blood and would very much like to become Sanguinary. i am also
quite willing to be a donor - i find that quite a turn on. yeah - okay, i do have slight masochistic tendencies - i love to be clawed, bitten, scratched to hell, cut - mauled, whatever.
I call myself a Hedge Druid - which means I'm a self styled Keltic / Pictish Shaman, and am not a member of any Druidic order. all the same, i know what i'm talking about, and i have walked the spirit path for many years.
Body Art
I have 5 piercings -
one in my tongue
one in each nipple
one in my foreskin
one Prince Albert (don't ask, if you want to know what that is, google it.)
I have one tattoo so far - on my shoulder
Favourite TV show
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Guess
DON'T BLINK!
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i remember my school friend playing this to me when i was a kid - and that got me into Black Sabbath and heavy rock in general.
HATES
people who wont accept responsibility for their lives
people who won't accept responsibility for their actions
people who look to blame others for their behavior
Losers who whine about their situation, but won't do anything to help themselves
abusers who think threats and violence are the best solution
intolerance
anyone who thinks conformity is good, or that its wrong to be different
homophobes
racists
people who think the environment is not their problem
Fave Films:
Casablanca
Company of Wolves
Blade Runner
Dark Crystal
Labyrinthe
Alien
Eraserhead
The Usual Suspects
Thief of Bagdad (original version)
Hellraiser
Favourite Music
Rainbow
Hawkwind
Pink Floyd
Marillion
Alice Cooper
Slade
Kraftwerk
Evanescence
clannad
beatles
queen
I remember back in the summer of ‘77 as if it was yesterday. I woke up one Sunday morning, sprawled on a friends sofa after a pretty wild party. Some joker thought it a good idea to wake everyone up by putting Queen’s new EP on the record player. I hadn’t bought that record, because though I was a bit of a Queen fan, I really didn’t rate “Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy”. But the second track just blew my mind and woke everyone up – “Death On Two Legs”. I went out the next day and bought the record (still have it), and loved it. But it was the second track on the B side that became my favourite song of all time. A song by Brian May that was so beautiful, yet so sad – White Queen (as it began)
White Queen (as it began)
So sad her eyes
Smiling dark eyes
So sad her eyes
As it began
On such a breathless night as this
Upon my brow the lightest kiss
I walked alone
And all around the air did say
My lady soon will stir this way
In sorrow known
The White Queen walks and the night grows pale
Stars of lovingness in her hair
Needing - unheard
Pleading - one word
So sad my eyes
She cannot see
How did thee fare, what have thee seen
The mother of the willow green
I call her name
And 'neath her window have I stayed
I loved the footsteps that she made
And when she came
White Queen how my heart did ache
And dry my lips no word would make
So still I wait
My Goddess hear my darkest fear
I speak too late
It's for evermore that I wait
Dear friend goodbye
No tears in my eyes
So sad it ends
As it began
strangely - this is not japanese - but it is cool anyway
more
is it wrong to like this?
this just rocks
Here come the drums!
i've always liked this song by lene lovich - its quite gothy and unusual. nice vid too
pet shop boys
Favourite Books
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Lord of the Rings – I know everyone says that, but I really have read it 3 times.
The Golden Barge – by Mike Moorcock, a book that made me change my life.
Ubik – I like anything by Philip K Dick – but this was years ahead.
The Illustrated Man – well, anything by Ray Bradbury is good.
Weave World – anything by Clive Barker – but this in particular.
Interview With a Vampire – the film just didn’t do it justice.
Mort – I love almost anything by Terry Pratchett, but this was his best.
Anything by Poe, H P Lovecraft, Brian Lumley, Alan Garner, Louise Cooper, Ursula Le Guin, R. A Salvatore
Poem - by Karnstein
Sharp Pleasures
Sharp pleasures
My mistress gives to me
Sweet love kisses
Made of shiny steel
Sharp shiny slivers of sex
Painting pictures on my skin
Tiny gifts of pain
To make my blood sing
Making me cry for more
Crimson tears of love
PLEASE READ THE STORY BELOW
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!!!READ THIS!!
Body: After tossing her books on the sofa, she decided to grab a snack and get on-line . She logged on under her screen name ByAngel213. She checked her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was on. She sent him an instant message:
ByAngel213:
Hi. I'm glad you are on! I thought someone was following me home today. It was really weird!
GoTo123:
LOL You watch too much TV. Why would someone be following you? Don't you live in a safe neighborhood?
ByAngel213:
Of course I do. LOL I guess it was my imagination cuz I didn't see anybody when I looked out.
GoTo123:
Unless you gave your name out on-line. You haven't done that have you?
ByAngel213:
Of course not. I'm not stupid you know.
GoTo123:
Did you have a softball game after school today?
ByAngel213:
Yes and we won!!
GoTo123:
That's great! Who did you play?
ByAngel213:
We played the Hornets. LOL. Their uniforms are so gross! They look like bees. LOL
GoTo123:
What is your team called?
ByAngel213:
We are the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They are really cool.
GoTo123:
Did you pitch?
ByAngel213:
No I play second base. I got to go. My homework has to be done before my parents get home. I don't want them mad at me. Bye!
GoTo123:
Catch you later. Bye
Meanwhile... ...GoTo123 went to the member menu and began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out. He took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so far...
Her name: Shannon
Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985
Age: 13
State where she lived: North Carolina
Hobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going to the mall. Besides this information, he knew she lived in Canton because she had just told him He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. Every afternoon until her parents came home from work. He knew she played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team, and the team was named the Canton Cats. Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He knew she was in the eighth grade at the Canton Junior High School. She had told him all this in the conversations they had on- line. He had enough information to find her now.
Shannon didn't tell her parents about the incident on the way home from the ballpark that day. She didn't want them to make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softball games. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst. It made her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents wouldn't be so overprotective. By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the footsteps following her.
Her game was in full swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching her closely.
He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when she looked at him. He didn't look scary and she quickly dismissed the sudden fear she had felt.
After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the coach. She noticed his smile once again as she walked past him. He nodded and she smiled back. He noticed her name on the back of her shirt. He knew he had found her.
Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few blocks to Shannon's home, and once he saw where she lived he quickly returned to the park to get his car.
Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Shannon's house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make his move.
Shannon was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the living room.
"Shannon, come here," her father called. He sounded upset and she couldn't imagine why. She went into the room to see the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa.
"Sit down," her father began, "this man has just told us a most interesting story about you."
Shannon sat back. How could he tell her parents anything? She had never seen him before today!
"Do you know who I am, Shannon?" the man asked.
"No," Shannon answered.
"I am a police officer and your online friend, GoTo123."
Shannon was stunned. "That's impossible! GoTo is a kid my age! He's 14. And he lives in Michigan!"
The man smiled. "I know I told you all that, but it wasn't true. You see, Shannon, there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I was one of them. But while others do it to injure kids and hurt them, I belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to talk to people on-line. You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. You name the
school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you played. The number and name on your jersey just made finding you a breeze."
Shannon was stunned. "You mean you don't live in Michigan?"
He laughed. "No, I live in Raleigh. It made you feel safe to think I was so far away, didn't it?"
She nodded.
"I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn't as lucky. The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone. Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it all the time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out information a little here and there on-line. Before you know it, you have told them enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done it. I hope you've learned a lesson from this and won't do it again. Tell others about this so they will be safe too?"
"It's a promise!"
That night Shannon and her Dad and Mom all knelt down together and thanked God for protecting Shannon from what could have been a tragic situation.
*****NOW**** *
Please send this to as many people as you can to teach them not to give any information about themselves. This world we live in today is too dangerous to even give out your age, let alone anything else.
FORWARD THIS TO PEOPLE WITHOUT KIDS AS WELL SO THEY CAN SEND IT TO FRIENDS THAT DO HAVE CHILDREN OR GRANDCHILDREN
I was posted this on another site - but it made me think. how often do we let slip details that could give clues as to where we live? how often do we tell people our real names? those of us that are adult males aren't necessarily safe - how do we know that someone on here is not a representative of a fundamentalist group who hunt and kill vampires? am i too paranoid, or am i too trusting? maybe we should all think.
Suicide?
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Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone.
What about jumping?
Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leaped from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal.
What about pills?
Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun?
Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide. You might too.
But ... who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it.
Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.
You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a family member. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? -- Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left.
Remember: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
***IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE STEAL IT AND PUT IT IN YOUR JOURNAL TOO.***
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