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Jane Doe

Fortunately, the fiery pits of Hell will keep me warm.

About Me

"In Sumerian mythology, a me (Sumerian, (IPA: /m?/ or /mi/) or ?e (IPA: /??/) or parsu (Akkadian) is one of the decrees of the gods foundational to those social institutions, religious practices, technologies, behaviors, mores, and human conditions that make civilization, as the Sumerians conceived of it, possible. They are fundamental to the Sumerian understanding of the relationship between humanity and the gods."From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Interests

There is nothing not worth knowing

I'd like to meet:

Aethicus, Austin Osman Spare, Christopher Walken, He whom I have seen and felt but never met, an Incubus.

Music:

Old school goth, the opera, anything that moves "me".

Movies:

Play upon the backsides of my eyelids

Television:

Broken

Books:

Fahrenheit 451

Heroes:

Resurrected flatliners

My Blog

Emptiness

Squall the hunger that beckons me To this long lost memory Dim the stars and kill the light Whispers fill the night Innocent eyes, so clear and bright Depth still eludes your sight Fate knocks with...
Posted by Jane Doe on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 12:19:00 PST

N/A

  Slay the children set them free tis our burden that's you and me. Daybreak shines on spoken lies lift the lid now flush the flies. Break the cycle of walking dead see the maggots that go unfed...
Posted by Jane Doe on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 08:49:00 PST

N/A

Drape this pallor across my face Sick in mind a natural place. Scarred the soul with skin so clear second sight to see what's dear. Alone, I walk this ashen street brush away the chalk their blood...
Posted by Jane Doe on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 09:54:00 PST

Dolor

Tales untold embark this shore. This soul sold, to feed the poor.   Laughter reigns, above these tears. The crack of chains, no one hears.   A foolish heart, another mind fucked. Screwed f...
Posted by Jane Doe on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 01:46:00 PST

Chasm

Into the funnel I do fall Tis my name that hell does call   Wake up the piper And call to mass See my sins They've come to pass   I paid the toll To cross this bridge Sold my soul Along ...
Posted by Jane Doe on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 09:13:00 PST

Random thoughts from a twisted mind

The vastness of vulgarity enables us to appreciate the minuteness of the exquisiteDying in your sleep isn't peaceful if you're having a nightmareThey couldn't broadcast live from the Tourettes Convent...
Posted by Jane Doe on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 06:05:00 PST

August 04, 1965 - Yesterday

SaviourOn broken wing I carried you An ashen silhouette   The sun shone through This darkened day Release me I am spent   Shards of rain Pierce my flesh I call for you to come ...
Posted by Jane Doe on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 01:11:00 PST