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A man goes to knowledge as he goes to war, wide awake, with fear, with respect, and with absolute assurance. Going to knowledge or going to war in any other manner is a mistake, and whoever makes it will live to regret his steps....//found this plain layout at HOT FreeLayouts.com / MyHotComments

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Member Since: 02/01/2008
Band Members: Arthur James and the Holy Moses Absinthe Choir/ Management and Profiteering by Dr. Ulysses O. Mulo (Local Shuttle-cock Champean of Hooverville) For information regarding booking, show times, medical advice, or dirty pictures of yourselves; Please write to: [email protected] and one of our monkeys will reply to you as soon as possible. Merci!
Influences: Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. One evening I took Beauty in my arms - and I thought her bitter - and I insulted her. I steeled myself against justice. I fled. O witches, O misery, O hate, my treasure was left in your care! I have withered within me all human hope. With the silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness. And springtime brought me the frightful laugh of an idiot. Now recently, when I found myself ready to croak! I thought to seek the key to the banquet of old, where I might find an appetite again. That key is Charity. - This idea proves I was dreaming! "You will stay a hyena, etc...," shouts the demon who once crowned me with such pretty poppies. "Seek death with all your desires, and all selfishness, and all the Seven Deadly Sins." Ah! I've taken too much of that: - still, dear Satan, don't look so annoyed, I beg you! And while waiting for a few belated cowardices, since you value in a writer all lack of descriptive or didactic flair, I pass you these few foul pages from the diary of a Damned Soul.
Sounds Like: Ancient Dionysian cave drawings!
Record Label: Unsigned

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Les fleurs sauvages de mes rĂªves

Nothing burns quite so wonderful as the wild flowers of my dreams!Engaged in this reckless pursuit of a Swift DemiseAnd longing.Always longing For the sacredness of ash!She surrounds me;And i am a chi...
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