Satan

The Greatest Tattoo Artist, Mulysa Mayhem
A drink I only share with those I adore.
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If you want to know me, Read My Mission Statement
The word of the Law is Qelhma
I am who I am.
In an odd way, the most disturbing thing about watching a man die by lethal injection is how discreetly death creeps into the room.
No sudden jolt, no snapping of the neck at the end of a rope, no severed head. ~ Steve Lopez, Los Angeles Times, A Barbaric End to a Barbaric Life-12/14/05
Satan's sexual nickname:
"Pussy Cat"
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Not one Fucking word, People, not one.
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Supplicant

The Mind closed and the reaping is a bitter harvest. The Heart knows no more than I tell it. The Body wants what the Mind has forsaken. My wings are not broken, but flight is a bitter dream with grey edges of nightmare. I am lost in lucid visions and I sink into the mire of my loss and my soul reeks of devastation and a perfume of Anise. The wood of the Worm promises release and I grasp that promise tightly for it is dear.

Kali Ma, would you strike me down if I begged and pleaded? Bone Mother, this child asks for your embrace, do not look the other way. I would rest my wings deep in the belly of Erishkegal in the dark tombs etched in the disgrace of the prideful Fallen ones. Lilith, shred the flesh from my bone in a sanguine ritual, it is a small price to pay for the peace my Heart seeks.

Anubis, take my measure, rip my heart from my chest and ask Ma'at to judge me. How I adore the harshness and the agony of Gwynn ap Nudd, my deadly hunter, would you lick the tears of mourning from my cheeks? Lucifer, you who love me dearly with your eyes the deepest blue, would you grant my last request? Would you peel away this black canker of regret before it weaves deeply into my soul? I kneel before you prostrate and I ask you for your grace.

www.theworldofmichaelparkes.com Michael Parkes

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Lingers
Tri-colors woven in a crescent pattern.
Why does the blush Moon shy from the touch of Heaven?
Twist me a new knife wound. It's only flesh.
What is the harm in the breaking of the Angel if the mending kills the flight?
Try as I will, Hate is a loving bedfellow.
Wrap the solitude as if a blanket, there are screams in the silence.
Dry, Bone Dry, caress not the tear stained cheek.
There lingers a trace of our perfume
and nothing to recommend you.

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I am evil, mean-spirited, harsh, tempermental, mercurial, intense, aggressive, defiant, rebellious and twisted, stubborn, obstinate, discerning, discriminating and loyal. These are my good qualities, they are also my bad qualities. It just depends on which side of the fence you're on. Once you're on the wrong side of the fence, redemption can only be had with spectacular honesty. Not back-pedalling as that will only sink you like quicksand. I could regale you with tales of spun sugar sounds and super glue, of electrical tape strategically placed. Or. I. could. show. you.

Did I mention my temper? I see I did not. I have one, it isn't pretty, but please understand, if I get suddenly cold towards you, run. Run very fast.

I am not interested in people who are collecting "Satans" because they either a) worship "d'Devil" or b) are Satanists. (There is a difference and if you do not know it, I truly do not want you to bother me). If your profile is set to private and you do not email me, not only will I deny you, but I will know for certain that you are an IDIOT. I will also enjoy telling you that in the email I send explaining the pleasure I got denying you, the IDIOT, who for one moment thought I would approve you.

I don't add many people, you have to be someone I want to keep in my life. I prefer someone I can actually meet for coffee and while away the time with, but I've been known to make exceptions (see mercurial above). So far I've met several who have been worth being here. I've met one who is....mediocre at best. Others have fallen inbetween. Que Sera. It is the adventure that is worth having. I am a misanthrope, I do not like people. Start with that, you're already behind the 8 ball when you contact me and not reading my profile and my blogs means you're further behind. I photograph very well, ok, that means pixels like me. It does not mean that I have lost my brain or that they reside in my tits, ass or pussy. Remember that. Telling me I'm: hot, pretty, beautiful, sexy, etc. followed by let's chat, is not going to get you anywhere. It is not my place to carry the conversation, the onus is on you to engage my attention. I am easily bored, keep that in mind. If you have what it takes, then I'm never bored.

I'm mostly literal when talking with normals, mainly because it fucks with their heads. Nothing is sweeter than watching someone who thinks they are utterly witty completely lose their train of thought when you reply with a literal answer. It does make the people at work afraid of me.

Love me or hate me, there's no middle ground.

I am not a minion, for I was an Angel once, sicut erat in principio, et nunc et semper et in saecula saeculorum.

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Come November
Come November
When the scarlet leaves flutter liltingly down and
The trees are laid bare, naked before the cold gray skies.
I will lie my head down on decaying remembrance in weary release,
clutching at the wisps of happiness fleeing the desolate depths of sorrow.
Come November
The Bone Mother with a sweep of her claw will have parted
the veil between the worlds to dance upon the stark tableau and
she will clasp me tightly in her frigid, hard embrace.
With a lipless kiss, the Ice Hag will tempt me to dwell within her.
Come November
I will be shrouded in silent twilight
Wrapped in thralls and sheathed in ice.
The shreds of my soul, the shards of my heart
heaped on an uncaring earth, ground up ecstasy glitter,
pooling like melting wax to overflowing.
For now, I shall pulsate with joyous abandon as though I have
Fallen into the lake of ethereal delight and live each moment as if it were my very last.
Passionately will I love, giving into quixotic impulses and
blissfully will I entice my Fallen one into magical evenings.
Every instant will be as if a year and I will have lived more in a few short weeks
than I have in my entire lifetime.
For each day is a treasure, a gift beyond measure
And they are counted
Come November.
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