About Me
"All I hear is that voice, you know, telling us to kill all our friends before they have the chance to kill us!"
"what? you guys don't hear that?"
-Caboose.
therapy
make me yours
my minions
psychosis
♪Straightedge Commie Sadist til Death do you part.
♪Praise my biggest hero, Beëlzebub.
♪Written Insomnia Tears, Song for the Sirens, Carnicide, Moonlit Anxiety, W.W.T.D.D., I am Jack's Sense of Rejection, I am Jack's Smirking Revenge, Jack's Lament, Jack's Obsession, etc.
♪Love industrial and orchestra with rock and metal.
♪Fan of the Mighty Moshing Emo Rangers and Happy Tree Friends.
♪Mischievious Ninja Bassist from the 7th circle of Hell.
♪Stalk the works of Tim Burton, Leigh Whannel, Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath, Danny Elfman, etc.
♪Apathetic, literate, double-edged blade.
♪Fighter for Serbia's right to dictate over Kosovo.
♪Myriad mejor amigos such as Wrath, Kylasaurus, Jimonthy, Gorgatron, Alx, Danny Monsta the Emo Columbine Kid, Roake, Hicks, Steve da Pirate, Marx, M, Brandon, Andrew, Sphincter, etc.
Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat
That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he
Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right: fardest from him is best
Whom reason hath equall'd, force hath made supreme
Above his equals. Farewell happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than hee
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n.
But wherefore let we then our faithful frieds,
Th' associates and copartners of our loss
Lie thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool,
And call them not to share with us their part
In this unhappy Mansion: or once more
With rallied Arms to try what may be yet
Regain'd in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?
