Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior

About Me

Separation************************************************** **** Those who have shit to spew, can keep it in their mouth and choke. You vain-glorious fucks only try to tear down that which you hate, and opinionate about. Fuck you. Fuck your ideas. Fuck your solutions. Fuck your opinions. What have I got to lose, except my self-control.We all feel obligated to offer up little pieces of ourselves to our own Humanity. A desperate attempt to gain control of a Life that we all pretend isn't worth living. I don't have enough money, I don't have the best car, my parents are SO embarrassing. A sort of hollow sacrifice, too shallow to hold its own against what Truly Belongs. Sometimes sitting here at this glowing screen I feel a certain sense of nostalgia, maybe a distant memory... I don't know but it seems things are so much simpler than our 'advanced minds' make it out to be. It's my belief that life is Simple. The complications that arise are absolutely a fault of our 'Perfect Nature.' Our ability to reason and rationalize. The more I sit and think the more I believe that it's all more of a tool. A tool to control and shape us into something that seems so much a perversion of nature. I feel so tired of all these things directed and reflected, dragging us across all these years only to end up decayed. What is it that we're trying so desperately to accomplish in our endless pursuit of something More? Something Great? Why is it that we feel the need to explore this static existance that we try so hard to better, and to destroy. The futility of simply EXISTING... it gets so boring. It all seems so pointless. We try so hard in our lives to accomplish so much. We fight and we struggle and we win and lose, love and hate and yet here we are sitting in the ground. Dead. All of our accomplishments we tried so hard for are moot. Sure, if we achieve greatness our accomplishments live on. For a time. Then, our children die. But our descendants inherit our glory, isn't that the general idea that we hold so dear? For the Fture, and Beyond! What happens when they die, and they're children die, their children 's children die? What happens when it all Ends? All action, all suffering... none of it matters. It's senseless and empty. Though... I'm still not certain. I feel like I'm trapped in a paradox that can never be resolved. In essence, this whole dramatic dribble was pointless for me to convey. To argue existence, or religion, or the path that we are to take is useless. In the end your point will not be proven. And if it is, you won't be alive to witness it. Congratulations."Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." -Macbeth ************************************************************ **********† Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death Lies Hate Whore Love Live War Rape Murder Faith Death

My Interests

"Look down on me, you will see a fool. Look up at me, you will see your lord. Look straight at me, you will see yourself" -Charles Manson

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I'd like to meet anyone who isn't a stuck-up human Nazi bent on fascist control of popularity or controlled anarchy. If you like to take long walks on a moonlit beach, that's nice too. If you want to swim at said beach, sorry baby, I can't swim.â€ Adam Absinthe: "Leave a hateful comment. Then realize everyone's laughing at you, no matter how intelligently you think you may have put it. Your silent admiration and or jealousy is wasting time and energy for only you. For my few haters out there that love to voice their opinions on me, often times through a mask of cyber cowardice. Just remember, for each day you study my latest actions, for every opinion you formulate, you are none the less, my fan. yawn*
~Love or hate, you are devoted to me.~ "

Music:

This Time Imperfect We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a messageAtomFilms.com : Funny Videos | Funny Cartoons | Comedy Central

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Secret Admirer

Your warmth was enough,To keep the cold at bay.Now you're dead.I stayed with your corpse,Until you drifted into the Pale.Cold and beautiful, darling.You could never run from me!I watched you from your...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 05:23:00 PST

Black Winter Wither

Peeling skin from the surfaceI surmise flesh is the anecdoteAsleep inside a body bagI scratch...andScratch...andScratch at the infectionFeel the carrion clawsPulling your ribcage apartJust to cradle y...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 08:44:00 PST

Dismal Creation

A need, a desire, to set myself on fireYou'll never understand how much I knowThat I belong to you.I'm burning outNow that I'm unliving without youThey say young man can dream...I can hear you breathi...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 09:40:00 PST

Take of His Body

You invite me inDeep insideYou whisper in my earSuch sweet liesI told you that I loved you...You told me it's alright...666 bloody kisses on my lipsThe eager push of your hipsAnd the lipstick stains ...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 01:21:00 PST

Infidelis

Venom laced words spoke so softlyAs one could only manage to raspWould graze my earAnd tell me, "Fate"And Fate was what we would blame.These things that torment the Fateful fewTear to ribbons what we'...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 02:25:00 PST

Infidelis

This is an old one, but I thought I'd repost it. It's always been one of my favourites. I think there are several scattered throughout my blog. Maybe one day my dream will be realized and these little...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 08:40:00 PST

The Silly Boy

This is the story of a silly boy This silly boy lived in a stilly world And fell in love with a silly girl And together, he was happy in his silly world. But, the silly girl fucked other silly ...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 08:58:00 PST

Sad Tragic

I pressed my face against the glass, I let you in but... that's the past. Acting like a kid in a candy store, Looking at all the sweets I'd like to eat... Glutton... stupid me... Who knew...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 12:01:00 PST

Shotgun Romance: The Second Shell Vol. I

An excerpt. An interesting read. "LUCIFEROS is Latin for Light-Bringer, a poetic tag for the planet Venus (whose esoteric symbol is the pentagram or 5-pointed star). Also known as the Prom...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 11:20:00 PST

Shotgun Romance: The First Shell Vol. I

How does it feel to have your dreams ripped out from the inside. I often ask myself why do I feel I need to belong? What purpose does it serve? How can I be? Where do I go?&nbs...
Posted by Wisdom is a Woman, and loves only a Warrior on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 11:16:00 PST