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About Me


Hi,my name is Alan I am careful not to confuse excellence with perfection. Excellence, I can reach for; perfection is God's business. The Mirror Of Madmen G. K. ChestertonI dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost, The splendid stillness of a living host; Vast choirs of upturned faces, line o’er line. Then my blood froze; for every face was mine.Spirits with sunset plumage throng and pass, Glassed darkly in the sea of gold and glass. But still on every side, in every spot, I saw a million selves, who saw me not.I fled to quiet wastes, where on a stone, Perchance, I found a saint, who sat alone; I came behind: he turned with slow, sweet grace, And faced me with my happy, hateful face.I cowered like one that in a tower doth bide, Shut in by mirrors upon every side; Then I saw, islanded in skies alone And silent, one that sat upon a throne.His robe was bordered with rich rose and gold, Green, purple, silver out of sunsets old; But o’er his face a great cloud edged with fire, Because it covereth the world’s desire.But as I gazed, a silent worshipper, Methought the cloud began to faintly stir; Then I fell flat, and screamed with grovelling head, ‘If thou hast any lightning, strike me dead!‘But spare a brow where the clean sunlight fell, The crown of a new sin that sickens hell. Let me not look aloft and see mine own Feature and form upon the Judgment-throne.’Then my dream snapped: and with a heart that leapt I saw across the tavern where I slept, The sight of all my life most full of grace, A gin-damned drunkard’s wan half-witted face........Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step. Faith has to do with things that are not seen and hope with things that are not at hand.

My Interests

Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be. Kurt Vonnegut From The Graveyard By The Sea Delmore Schwartz (After Valery) This hushed surface where the doves parade Amid the pines vibrates, amid the graves; Here the noon’s justice unites all fires when The sea aspires forever to begin again and again. O what a gratification comes after long meditation O satisfaction, after long meditation or ratiocination Upon the calm of the gods Upon the divine serenity, in luxurious contemplation What pure toil of perfect lightning enwombs, consumes, Each various manifold jewel of imperceptible foam, And how profound a peace appears to be begotten and begun When upon the abyss the sunlight seems to pause, The pure effects of an eternal cause: Time itself sparkles, to dream and to know are one….

I'd like to meet:

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested... The Cruxshadows...Happy Birthday PICTURES OF YOU By the late 1970s, there were a few post-punk bands in the United Kingdom labeled "gothic." However, it was not until the early 1980s that gothic rock became its own subgenre within post-punk, and that followers of these bands started to come together as a distinctly recognizable movement. The scene appears to have taken its name from an article published in UK rock weekly Sounds: ‘The face of Punk Gothique’, written by Steve Keaton and published on February 21 1981. The opening of the Batcave in London's Soho in July 1982 provided a prominent meeting point for the emerging scene, which had briefly been labeled positive punk by the New Musical Express.[3] The term "Batcaver" was later used to describe old-school goths. Independent of the British scene, the late 1970s and early 1980s saw death rock branch off from American punk.[4] In 1980s and early 1990s, members of an emerging subculture in Germany were called Grufti[e]s (English "vault creatures" or "tomb creatures"); they generally followed a fusion of the gothic and new wave with an influence of new romantic, and formed the early stages of the "dark culture" (formerly called "dark wave culture").After post-punk After the waning in popularity of post-punk, the subculture diversified both musically and visually. This caused variations in style ("types" of goth). Usually, the appearance of each of the "types" of Goth reflects a certain mindset, although not necessarily. Local scenes also contributed to this variation. By the 1990s, Victorian fashion saw a renewed popularity in the goth scene, drawing on the mid-19th century gothic revival and the more morbid aspects of Victorian culture. The bands that began the gothic rock and death rock scene were limited in number, and included Bauhaus, Specimen, Siouxsie & the Banshees,The Damned, Southern Death Cult, Ausgang, Sex Gang Children, 45 Grave, UK Decay, The Virgin Prunes, Kommunity FK, Alien Sex Fiend and Christian Death. Gloria Mundi, Joy Division, The Cure, Dead Can Dance, early Adam and the Ants and Killing Joke have also been associated. The original Goths were an Eastern Germanic tribe who played an important role in the fall of the western Roman Empire. In some circles, the name "goth" later became pejorative: synonymous with "barbarian" and the uncultured due to the then-contemporary view of the fall of Rome and depictions of the pagan Gothic tribes during and after the process of Christianization of Europe. During the Renaissance period in Europe, medieval architecture was retroactively labeled gothic architecture, and was considered unfashionable in contrast to the then-modern lines of classical architecture. t is ennui! — an eye brimming with an involuntary tear, he dreams of the gallows in the fumes of his water-pipe. You apprehend, reader, this fragile monster, —hypocrite reader,—my mirror,—my brother! The Heart has many Doors— Emily Dickinson The Heart has many Doors— I can but knock— For any sweet “Come in” Impelled to hark— Not saddened by repulse, Repast to me That somewhere, there exists, Supremacy—I could die—to know Emily DickinsonI could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by— Morning’s bold face—stares in the window— Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly—Houses hunch the House With their Brick Shoulders— Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near— To the very Square—His foot is passing— Possibly, this moment— While I—dream—Here—

Music:

WITHOUT IT NOTHING BREATHS...
A Little Prayer Robert ServiceLet us be thankful, Lord, for little things— The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs, Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows; Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees— Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these!Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights;— The blue smoke curling from a fire of peat; Keen stars a-frolicking on frosty nights, Prismatic pigeons strutting in a street; Daisies dew-diamonded in smiling sward— For simple sights let us be praiseful, Lord!Let us be grateful, God, for health serene, The hope to do a kindly deed each day; The faith of fellowship, a conscience clean, The will to worship and the gift to pray; For all of worth in us, of You a part, Let us be grateful, God, with humble heart. Sleepless- Sara TeasdaleIf I could have your arms tonight— But half the world and the broken sea Lie between you and me.The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard, Beating all night against the barren stone, The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard Makes me more alone.If you were here, if you were only here— My blood cries out to you all night in vain As sleepless as the rain.

Movies:

I ABSOLUTLEY LOVE MOVIES!!! I HAVE HUNDREDS OF DVD'S AND I ENJOY WATCHING THEM AND LISTENING TO THEM IN 7.1 SURROUND!!!YEAH DIGITAL!!!

Television:

TELE KILLED US ALL...WE DIED WILLING!!! STAUNCH LOU DOBBS INDEPENDENT !!!

Books:

Some books leave us free and some books make us free. Ralph Waldo Emerson Books can only reveal us to ourselves, and as often as they do us this service we lay them aside. Henry David Thoreau The instruction we find in books is like fire. We fetch it from our neighbours, kindle it at home, communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all. Voltaire There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts. Charles Dickens Books are those faithful mirrors that reflect to our mind the minds of sages and heroes. Edward Gibbon We should be as careful of the books we read, as of the company we keep. The dead very often have more power than the living. Tryon Edwards

Heroes:

HARRY PECKHAM [1932-2007] R.I.P. You know, I had heroes in my life who people outside of my life have never heard of. Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. To have no heroes is to have no aspiration, to live on the momentum of the past, to be thrown back upon routine, sensuality, and the narrow self. Nurture your minds with great thoughts. To believe in the heroic makes heroes. I'm no hero. Heroes don't come back. Survivors return home. Heroes never come home. If anyone thinks I'm a hero, I'm not. Without heroes, we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go. Heroes may not be braver than anyone else. They're just braver five minutes longer. For heroes have the whole earth for their tomb. "MY LITTLE DARK ANGEL"

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things that just piss me off...

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Posted by ++6AlleyKat9++ on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 02:38:00 PST

SOBRIETY,,,MY NEW JOURNEY

HI MY NAME IS ALAN, AND I AM AN ALCOHOLIC [I ALSO HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO USE DRUGS ALSO]...I HAVE KNOWN OF MY DISEASE AS FAR BACK AS THE MID 80'S IN MY TWENTYS...I WAS SOBER FOR A SPELL THEN, UNTIL I DECI...
Posted by ++6AlleyKat9++ on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 05:39:00 PST