LIKES: In no particular order...AHEM...Art, Antiques, Anatomy, Archaeology, Asylums, Abandoned Places, Ancient Civilizations, Bagpipes, Books, Book Stores, Bones, Bouguereau, Botticelli, Byron, Black Cats, The Beach, Cathedrals, Candles, Cauldrons, Cemeteries, Cemetery Art, Coffins, Criminology, Crucifixes, Creepy/Horror/Dead Dolls, Darkness, Day of the Dead, Death Art, Eccentrics, Egypt, Flasks, Forensics, Gargoyles, Ghosts, Gore, Gothic Architecture, Hauntings, Haunted Houses, Hearses, Handcuffs, Halloween, H.P. Lovecraft, Higher Learning, History, Incense, Intellectual Intercourse, Italy, Libraries, Lilies, Literature, Madness/Genius, Mausoleums, Medieval and Gothic Castles, Monuments, Mortuary Science, Museums, Mythology, The Moon, Nature, New Orleans, The Obscure, Occult, Orchids, Paranormal, Poetry, Painting, Poe, Photography, Photoshop, Philosophy, Pirate Ships, Plath, Playing Guitar, Rain, Ravens, Reading, Renaissance, Savage Gardens, Spiritualism, Swords, Tattoos, Thanatology, Tombstones, Thunderstorms, Velvet, Vintage, Vampire Bats, Vampire Lore, Violins, Witches, Witchcraft, Writing, Wrought Iron, Wild Horses, Wind Chimes, etc.
DISLIKES: Anal retentiveness, holier than thou's, and liars. Also, female drivers whom attempt the beauty process behind the wheel...yes ladies, you know who you are, and you simply CANNOT change ugly...so stop it! I will exit my vehicle and stick your mascara up your ass!! Not very lady like of me eh?! BOO HOO!
I'd like to meet:
People whom are not anal retentive...If you are, please don't bother.
If you have a lame profile about doing surveys or the like, DO NOT REQUEST ME!
If you are open minded, have a good sense of humour,
are a lover of the obscure, then by all means...
Though my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
To be fearful of the night.
I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark burn out in a brilliant blaze
Than it be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor,
Every atom of me in magnificent glow,
Than a sleepy and permanent planet.
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An ode; For my reflection~
Who is she that kneels so respectfully before me
A virgin of snow white purity
Do not fear my fortunate one
Let us consummate our igneous union
I am the shadow with the eyes, eyes of fire
I will fulfill your every hellish desire
Come sit on this throne here beside me and be mine
And we'll watch the flames get higher and higher...
Special thanks to Son of Earth™ and Horsin' Around (my most beloved minions) for cemetery slideshow additions, Biltmore pics...etc!
HEAVEN FOR THE CLIMATE...HELL FOR THE COMPANY~
Music:
If music be the food of love...play on~
That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.
As a man, casting off worn-out garments,
Taketh new ones, so the dweller in the body,
Casting off worn-out bodies,
Entereth into others that are new...
For sure is the death of him that is born,
And sure the birth of him that is dead;
Therefore over the inevitable
Thou shouldst not grieve.
Books:
I have a colossal collection of dusty leather/hard bound tome's, and am running out of room...
Heroes:
Spirits of the Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
Edgar Allan Poe
Lethe~
Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one,
Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;
I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers
Into the heavy tresses of your hair;
And in your garments that exhale your perfume
I would bury my aching head,
And breathe, like a withered flower,
The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead.
I want to sleep! sleep rather than live!
And in a slumber, dubious as the tomb's,
I would lavish my kisses without remorse
Upon the burnished copper of your limbs.
To swallow my abated sobs
Nothing equals your bed's abyss;
Forgetfulness dwells in your mouth,
And Lethe flows from your kiss.
My destiny, henceforth my pleasure,
I shall obey, predestined instrument,
Docile martyr, condemned innocent,
Whose fervour but augments his torment.
I shall suck, to drown my rancour,
Nepenthe, hemlock, an opiate,
At the charming tips of this pointed breast
That has never imprisoned a heart...
Love You to Death by Type O Negative
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Here lies my body, like the remnants of an old book, contents torn out and stript of its lettering and guilding...Food for worms. Ah, but it will arise again one day, in a more elegant edition, corrected and improved by the author....
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