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High Priest

About Me

I take alot of inspiration, not only musically, but in my life from music, and art in general.

Play music from your heart, you fucker.

I enjoy reading, writing, creating music, and listening to and observing the creations of others, be it music, painting, writing or what ever will happen to tickle my fancy at any given time.

I am a child floating in a basket upon the stream of consciousness. I happen to enjoy the ebb and flow.

We all have a drug of choice. I am quite open about mine.

My msn is as follows; [email protected]

Question Authority. Think For Yourself.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Maynard James Keenan, Bill Hicks, Hunter S. Thompson, Alex Gray. .. .. ..>  I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

My Blog

tourinsanity

oh the strange things a prolonged tour with two seminal independent rock bands from south australia will cause your mind to manifest...I present to you, the ranting, incoherent and often fragmented an...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:47:00 GMT

Accept

Embrace the void. Reject the tangible. Ostracize your karma. Embrace the void.
Posted by on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 09:14:00 GMT

The Wonder

Standing on the edge of the wasteland. The dust blowing across my face, whipped into a frenzy by the savage wind. Blood, agony, bliss. All of it is stolen away by that savage and merciless wind, spurn...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 06:23:00 GMT

rant

I'm not entirely sure of what this blog is actually to be dedicated to. I'm not sure if that is at all important. It seems to me that, my job is once again dominating my life. Everywhere I see, the qu...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 08:34:00 GMT

autonomy, show me the way

I stood beneath the porch, and sucked back some fire. It disappeared into my lungs, and was absorbed into every fibre of my being. I could feel it integrating into every wet sopporating cell of tissue...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 08:01:00 GMT

Caveat Emptor

I run my hand through her hair. It feels like ruin, and abandon. Steel wire, but sweet to the touch. It is a bitter sweet feeling that I relish in immensely. It is not the hair itself that I find to b...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 05:09:00 GMT

Hang ’em high...

The wind is chill as it blows past my face. The sea breeze is gentle, but only a fool would believe that to be true. Only a fool would not realise the actual strength that the wind really has. It's ju...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:10:00 GMT

Warning: Level 3 Procrastination Alert

Powderfinger Dead Letter Circus Karnivool Rage Against The Machine Tool Bjork Regurgitator Gyroscope KISS Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs Alice Cooper After The Fall The Darkness Jamiroquai The Avalanches...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 22:49:00 GMT

Them Damn Swine - A subjective journalistico journey

Them damn swine The chattering behind me indicates that the miscreants are no doubt talking about what they did on the weekend, rather than doing the work that is required of them in order to get i...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 03:36:00 GMT

It will always be, just a ride

The reality in which i see and percieve my dreams...my vision....all pain is moot. It crumbles like an ancient building, and it leaves almost no trace once it has fallen. Only a thin layer of dust upo...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 03:35:00 GMT