MUSIC
FILMS
LITERATURE
GOOD TV (rarely)
THE OCCULT
LEARNING OF THE INTANGILE FORCES, whatever it is you call it, energy, magick... I believe in that.
I generaly love anything that has anything to do with creating.
Currently writing, mostly, though I do make art.
a little taste:
Masked
They both sat in a dim lit room, stone walls gave the candlelight a welcoming palette that suited them so. He held a wine glass in his hands in a way he thought sophisticated and elegant. She sat in a very stiff manner, not because she was uncomfortable but rather because she wanted to be as lady-like and refined as she could to go with her Victorian attire that also matched his.
"What is love, but a simple illusion where you feel as though you are not quite as alone as you really are?" He asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Love is ecstasy of the senses, it is indulging oneself with the presence of another and enjoying the wonders of the physical realm with said person."
He cleared his throat, glaring at her while simultaneously swirling the vibrant red liquid in the glass, almost causing it to spill, but not quite. "There is no such thing, Vivian. That is lust you speak of, the," he repeated her words in a very unpleasant manner, "the 'wonders of the physical realm', nothing but rubbish. There is no peace of mind in such endeavors and I will not hear otherwise, you understand?"
She nodded.
"Do you consider yourself a romantic, Vivian?"
She looked down at her gloved hands, entwining her long slender fingers with each other and releasing them, stretching them, only to twist them into another again, repeatedly as if in a trance.
"Vivian!"
She let go of her hands and folded them in her lap, looking up to his face she asked him what he thought love was.
He laughed coldly.
"Vivian, my dearest Vivian," he paused to absorb her blank expression, "There is no such thing! As I said it is but an illusion. It is nothing more than harboring strong delusions that you are not alone. In life and after."
A long silence surrounded them, no sounds from the outside reached this place, she thought, this damned place. It was too far in ground for even the highest pitched of screams to be heard, she thought, almost as if it were another place altogether, separate from the modern world, just as well, she thought, because he was also.
"Nothing," he took her hands into his own, ?nothing will ever change that, Vivian. And never forget you are alone and only you will ever live to harvest the seeds that you sow, no other being will feel your emotions for you. With that said, we are all alone, just lost in a sea of the mundane.?
He let go of her hands and sat back down in the dusty old decrepit Victorian-esque lounge chair
Vivian pointed to a stack of very old, late-nineteenth century tomes.
"You read a lot of that, don't you?"
"Yes."
A few moments passed and Vivian bent over to reach under the chair and brought out a script.
"That's the end of the scene."
She sat back down and relaxed, "Well that was good!"
He nodded.
"Although, couldn't we rehearse this elsewhere?"
He shrugged, "This helps the atmosphere, I guess, and it's my home so I'm more comfortable here than in some noisy place out there."
"So," She began after a long bout of silence. "What do you really think love is?"
"Out of character?"
She nodded.
"Personally, I've given up on it. It?s too much sometimes, and the last thing I need in my life is something else to give me problems and headaches."
"It's not that bad."
An eerie sneer crept into his face and he then began to unleash upon her a great many insults involving her self-image and bleached-blonde hair and expensive jewelry. She got really angry at this then and her face turned bright red and she began to cry in her ire, while in his placid face the sneer prevailed.
"Well, just because you wrote the piece doesn't mean you have to be in it!? She exclaimed, almost whining.
"I'm good friends with the director AND the producer, so as far as we're concerned you'd sooner be off than I."
She stormed off, then, leaving behind her a trail of footsteps I the dusty floor, muttering something about how she had thought he was nice and how disappointed she was in his immature behavior.
He remained sitting there, barely containing his laughter.
He looks at you and says, the only true love of his is just really pissing people off and playing with their emotions, seeing how far he could take them before they eject themselves from the situation.
But a sadist he was not, and his guilt would eventually find him. Tomorrow he would apologize to her. He liked her even though she might have been the most annoying person to ever walk this planet, not to mention nosy. He was in love with life.
Charity and Making this world a better place
It's important to acknowledge that this is happening. I know it's easy to forget because it's not a big part of our personal lives, but keep in mind that there are those out there who don't have necessities, and you can help them in small ways.
Just kidding, I DO want to meet you.
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I LOVE music!!!
A
Abney Park
Acumen Nation
Alice in Videoland
Alien Sex Fiend
All:My:Faults
All Gone Dead
Anders Manga
And One
Android Lust
Angelika and the Demons
Angels and Agony
Angelspit
Angtoria
Apoptygma Berzerk
Ashtar
Assemblage 23
Autumn’s Grey Solace
Avenged Sevenfold
Avoidance of Doubt
Ayria
B
Bauhaus
Bella Morte
Bigod 20
The Birthday Massacre
The Birthday Party
Black Tape For A Blue Girl
Bloody, Dead & Sexy
Bow Ever Down
C
Cabaret Voltaire
Celldweller
Choir of Agony
Christian Death
Cinema Strange
Clan Of Xymox
Cocteau Twins
Coheed and Cambria
Collide
Combichrist
Covenant
Cradle of Flth
The Cranes
The Creatures
Crimson Tears
The Crüxshadows
The Cure
Curve
D
Dali’s Car
The Damned
Danny Elfman
Danse Society
Dark Enchantment
Darklily
Das Ich
De/vision
David Bowie
Dead Can Dance
Deadchovsky
Dead Smiling Pirates
Deadstar Assembly
Deadsy
DeathBoy
Deathcamp Project
Deathline International
Deathstars
Deine Lakaien
DEN.C.T.BUG
Depeche Mode
Diary of Dreams
Die In Progress
Die Krupps
Die Symphony
DIESEL 120
The Distillers
DJ? Acucrack
Doomsday Refreshment Committee
The Doors
Dope
Dope Stars, Inc.
Draconian
The Dreaming
The Dreamside
The Dresden Dolls
E
Edge of Dawn
Ego Likeness
Einstürzende Neubaten
Emilie Autumn
F
Faith And The Muse
Faun
Fawn
Fields of the Nephilim
Fl?ur
From First to Last
From Monument to Masses
Front Line Assembly
Front 242
Funker Vogt
G
Gary Numan
Girls Under Glass
Godhead
Goldfrapp
Gothminister
H
Helalyn Flowers
HIM
Hungry Lucy
I
I:Scintilla
Inkubus Sukkubus
In This Moment
Insomnicide
J
Jasmin Tabadabai
Jesus on Extasy
K
Key of Mythras
Kidneythieves
KMFDM
L
L’Âme Immortelle
Lacrimas Profundere
Lacrimosa
Lacuna Coil
Laibach
The Last Dance
Led Zeppelin
Leto
London After Midnight
Love & Rockets
Love Spirals Downward
Lunascape
M
Malice Mizer
Masters of Dark Fire
Meat Beat Manifesto
Mephisto Waltz
Midnight Assembly
Mindless Self Indulgence
Ministry - Every day IS Halloween!
Mira
Miranda Sex Garden
The Misfits
The Missing:
The Mission (UK)
Moonspell
Morrissey
Mortiis
Murderdolls
Mushroomhead
My Chemical Romance (tcfsr)
My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
N
Nightshade Kiss
Nine Inch Nails
Nitzer Ebb
Noisuf-X
O
Of Withering Ashes
Offertorium
Omnia
Orgy
Otep
P
Peter Murphy
Pig
Pigface
Pink Floyd
Poisonblack
Project Pitchfork
Q
Queen
R
R.E.M.
Rammstein
Rasputina
Raunchy
Razed In Black
Red Emprez
Red Snow
Rob Zombie
Rosetta Stone
Rotersand
Roughly Violent
S
Scooter
Sex Gang Children
Shadow Project
She Wants Revenge
Siouxsie And The Banshees
Sister Sin
Sisters Of Mercy
Skeletal Family
Skinny Puppy
Slick Idiot
Specimen
Sohodolls
Soman
The Soviettes
Specimen
Spectra Paris
Star Industry
Stever
Stillife
Stone 588
Subway to Sally
Sunshine Blind
Switchblade Symphony
The Synthetic Dream Foundation
T
T3CHN0PH0B1A
Tanzwut
Tapping the Vein
Tearwave
Technikult of Flesh
Technoir
ThouShaltNot
This Mortal Coil
Trinnity
Triptaka
U
Ultranoir
Unfinished Thought
V
Vampire Division
The Vandals
Vate
Velvet Acid Christ
Vernian Process
Virgin Prunes
Virgins O.R. Pidgeons
VNV Nation
Voltaire
W
The White Stripes
White Zombie
The Who
WinterMoon
Wolfsheim
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X
X Marks the Pedwalk
Y
Z
Zeromancer
Zombie Girl
Zombina And The Skeletones
#-916 Volt
45 Grave
69 Eyes
Wow, that was long. If you think I may have forgotten something, let me know, because this list will never stop being added to.
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Pretty much the only TV I watch is shows on DVD, Youtube and Fear.net:
I always identify with the villains.
They're usually much more complex and developed and usually have the most personality.
The thing about "evil" people is that usually they're not exactly as bad as the "good" people say.
Another reason why I usually dislike Disney films is this, precisely, becuase the world is NOT black and white and NO ONE can be just absolute evil.
I believe we all have the potential to be good as well as bad, but I don't think anyone leans to either side all that far, not absolutelly, and that's what being human is.
With that said, my heroes are the people who endure suffering and even at their lowest point they never drag anyone down with them and are always willing to help.
Other people I admire are those that flip the coin on what seems to be good/bad, such as (and I do know what everyone says) Tim Burton. He's a classic example of this, though whether or not he means to reach to us in this manner, I don't know.
My parents are my heroes, because they've been through so much and done so much for me, I'll always be thankful to them for giving me life and being tolerant, although not as accepting and understanding as I'd like, about the choices I've made.
And Sophie's mom, who is very strong and I admire that she keeps the page up and all.