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Music:

Music Is The Axis
Of Which My World Revolves

Lacuna Coil, Pretty Train Crash, Electro Quarterstaff, H.I.M., City & Colour, 30 Seconds To Mars, Orgy, KMFDM, At The Drive-In, Sparta, The Mars Volta, MDFMK, Incubus, Yes, Queens of The Stone Age, Thrice, Against Me!, GWAR, Marilyn Manson, Deep Purple, Supertramp, Infraction, Angelic Sorrows, Still Village, Broken Army, Dreadnaut, Lynchpin, old HCE, Wazookaa, The Hearse Men, AFI, Nine Inch Nails, Tiger Army, Modey Lemon, Inwolven, Forgetful Jones, Psychotic Gardening, Coda, Malice, Xplicit, Chimaira, Sigur Ros, 36 Crazy Fists, Frank Sinatra, From Autumn To Ashes, CKY, MSI, Metric, David Bowie, Modey Lemon, Wumpscut, Velvet Acid Christ, Rammstein, Soil, Atreyu, Saliva, The Used, Everytime I Die, Unearth, Killswitch Engage, Arch Enemy, Opeth, Katatonia, Coheed & Cambria, Drycell, Earshot, Aerocar Model Four, Amorphis, In Flames, Dark Tranquility, The Gathering, White Zombie, Rob Zombie, Dope, Bullet For My Valentine, The Darkness, Soilwork, Godhead, Slayer, Drowning Pool, Ministry, Robin Black and The Intergalactic, Jakalope, Electric Light Orchestra, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Dropkick Murpheys, Anti-Flag, Black Flag, Foo Fighters, Dj Tiesto, Massive Attack, Tears For Fears, Crauchan, Thought Industry, Transplants, Pat Benetar, Joy Division, The Donnas, Duran Duran, old Finger Eleven, Franz Ferdinand, Adema, Tristania, American Head Charge, Billy Idol, U2, The Chemical Brothers, Deftones, Crossbreed, Disturbed, Dredg, Misfits, Randy, Rancid, Econoline Crush, Nancy Sinatra, Filter, Garbage, The Cranberries, The Tea Party, Smashing Pumpkins, Ill NiÑo, Goo Goo Dolls, Green Day, Hole, Jack Off Jill, The Killers, Midnattsol, old Sugar Ray, System Of a Down, New Radicals, No Doubt, Oasis, Sloan, Spineshank, Oratory, Eric Sierra, Inva Mulla Tchako, The Cure, Sevendust, Stone Temple Pilots, Rage Against The Machine, Refused, Pantera, Powerman 5000, Sepultura, Skinlab, My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult, PJ Harvey, Outkast, Papa Roach, Pixies, Switched, Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sarah McLaughlan, Silverchair, Nirvana, Sound Garden, The White Stripes, Ünloco, Comeback Kid, The Black Dahlia Murder, The Black Maria, Bury Your Dead, Dead To Fall, A Perfect Murder, Weezer, Scars of Tomorrow, Premonitions of War, Darkest Hour, Between The Buried And Me, Venetian Snares, The Birthday Massacre, MortIIs, Dope Stars Inc., Children of Bodom, KGC, Scream Silence, Ayreon, Cradle of Filth, Nightwish, Lunatica, Skid Row, Mad Young Darlings, The Harlots, Epptide, Dredg, Eternal Tears of Sorrow, Evergrey, Therion, Blind Guardian, Diecast, Draconian, Amon Armath, For My Pain..., Paradise Lost, Kamelot, Reflexion, Seduced By Suicide, National Napalm Syndicate, Exodus, Catamenia, Dimmu Borgir, Meshuggah, Darkane, Hypocrisy, Pain, Terror 2000, Disarmonia Mundi, Deathstars, Lordi, Bloodbath, Scar Symmetry, Mnemic, Raunchy, Cannibal Corpse, God Forbid, Volbeat, At The Gates, Threat Signal, Bleed The Sky, A Life Once Lost, Kataklysm, Social Distortion, Through The Eyes of The Dead, The Dillenger Escape Plan, Circa Survive, Napalm Death, Saturnus, Shadows Fall, Byzantine, Suffocation, Immortalis Incendium, MarAmon, Last Deception, Morior Ergo Sum, Darkcrowned, Mors Subita, Sentenced, Manntis, Unleashed, Entombed, Obituary, Immolation, Pestilence, Dismember, Morbid Angel, Uniklubi, Gotham O.D., Entwine, Liabach, Mary, Embraze, Poisonblack, Charon, Katve, Soulrelic, Is0lace, ShamRain, Rautavaarai Inc., Ramzet, Sonata Arctica

Movies:

Oblivion
By 30 Seconds To Mars
The enemy arrives
Escape into the night
Everybody run now, everybody run now
Break into another time
This enemy alive
Divinity defines
Everybody run now, everybody run now
Everybody run
Under the burning sun
I take a look around
Imagine if this all came down
I'm waiting for the day to come
Come with us to the ride
Join in the fight
Everybody run now, everybody run now
Break into another time
Unity divides
Division will unite
Everybody run now, everybody run now
Everybody run
Under the burning sun
I take a look around
Imagine if this all came down
America it's all so beautiful
Until it comes away
Stand My Ground
By Within Temptation
I Can See
When You Stay Low
Nothing Happens
Does It Feel Right?
Late At Night
Things I Thought I'd Put Behind Me
Haunt My Mind
I Just Know There's No Escape Now
Once It Sets It's Eyes On You
But I Wont Run
Have To Stare It In The Eyes
Stand My Ground
I Won't Give In
No More Denying
I've Gotta Face It
Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside
If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will
Stand My Ground
It's All Around
Getting Stronger, Coming Closer Into My World
I Can Feel That It's Time For Me To Face It
Can I Take It?
Though This Might Just Be The Ending
Of The Life I Held So Dear
But I Won't Run
There's No Turning Back From Here
All I Know For Sure Is That I'm Trying
I Will Always Stand My Ground
Stand My Ground
I Won't Give In
I Won't Give Up
No More Denying
I've Gotta Face It
Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside
If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will
Anything by Tim Burton
Kill Bill 1 & 2
True Romance
Sin City
Labrynth

Television:

Holy Diver

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Family Guy,
Space Ghost Coast To Coast,
Aeon Flux,
Spongebob Squarepants,
Miami Ink

Books:

Go Ask Alice by Anonymous,
Little Miss Strange by Joanna Rose,
A Million Little Pieces by James Frey,
The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe

Heroes:

The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint a curious volume of forgotten lore –
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door –
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating:
“Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you” – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”
This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” –
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
But the rave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above is chamber door –
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered: “Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” I said, “what it utters is its stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never – nevermore.’”
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
The, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether Temper sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by Horror haunted, – tell me – tell me, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
By that heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
I shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting –
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!
"Blessed Are The Forgetful:
For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders." "Blessed Are The Forgetful: For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders."
Friedrich Nietzsche
"Beyond Good & Evil"Friedrich Nietzsche, "Beyond Good & Evil"