TRUST is something you choose to give & receive, though TRUTH you find from within.
Close your mouth to open your mind.
meditation.
peace.
open-minded beings.
rock. metal. hardcore. black metal. psychedelic. tekno. acoustic. classical. piano.
deftones.
alice in chains.
infected mushroom.
tool.
a perfect circle.
scorpions.
led zeppelin.
nin.
pantera.
korn.
tiesto.
slipknot.
poe.
paul oakenfold.
tsunami bomb.
the doors.
benni benassi.
catacombs.
norma jean.
brand new.
smile empty soul.
sargeist.
alexisonfire.
garbage.
rage against the machine.
ludacris.
fiona apple.
silver chair.
opeth.
krohm.
afi.
311.
atmosphere.
the haunted.
throwdown.
glassjaw.
trivium.
poison the well.
rob zombie.
matisyahu.
big leboski.
mullholland drive.
secretary.
devils rejects.
four rooms.
a clockwork orange.
blue velvet.
magnolia.
pulp fiction.
resident evil.
poltergeist.
grandmas boy.
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
america history x.
fear and loathing in las vegas.
team america.
donnie darko.
jackie brown.
fight club.
elephant.
the simpsons.
lucky number slevin.
the doors.
constantine.
boondock saints.
labyrinth.
princess bride.
edward scissorhands.
seven.
office space.
idiocracy.
napolen dynamite.
rocky horror picture show.
jacobs ladder.
no.
Charles Baudelaire- Les FLEURS du MAL.
Hymn To Beauty.
"Do you come from on high or out of the abyss,
O Beauty? Godless yet divine, your gaze
indifferently showers favor and shame,
and therefore some have likened you to wine.
Your eyes reflect the sunset and the dawn;
you scatter perfumes like a windy night;
your kisses are a drug, your mouth the urn
dispensing fear to heroes, fevor to boys.
Whether spawned by hell or sprung from the stars,
Fate like a spaniel follows at your heel;
you sow haphazard fortune and despair,
ruling all things, responsible for none.
You walk on corpes, Beauty, undismayed,
and Horror coruscates among your gems;
Murder, one of your dearest trinkets, throbs
on your shameless belly: make it dance!
Dazzeled, the dayfly flutters round your wick,
crackles, flares, and cries; I bless this torch!
The pining lover for his lady swoons
like a dying man adoring his own tomb.
Who cares if you come from paradise or hell,
appalling Beauty, artless and monstrous scourge,
if only your eyes, your smile or your foot reveal
the Infinite I love and have never known?
Come from Satan, come from God - who cares,
Angel or Siren, rhythm, fragrance, light,
provided you transform - O my one queen!
this hideous universe, this heavy hour?
"everyone is a moon & has a dark side that he never shows to anyone."
i have way to much fun disecting your insides.