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Dellamor(t)e

Myspace means nothing to me, nothing nothing nothing nothing ~

About Me


Hello, I’m the whore of the centuries.
The virgin of the moment.
Fools call me wish and the erudite baptized me hope.
Tick-tack, tick-tack.
Hello, I’m the pedophilic victim of spirit.
The assailant of sperm.
Father takes me to play at the reformatory of sound.
Mother whips me with the credentials of voice.
Tick-tack, tick-tack.
Hello, I’m the bathed in the vomit of love.
The washed with the hate of illusion.
Brother hugs my breath in silence and sister licks my incurable wound.
Tick-tack, tick-tack.
Hello, I’m the slave of carnal dirt.
The bread of eternal cholera.
Relatives lean on my insanity with allergy.
The crowd desires pain in its visual stench.
Tick-tack, tick-tack.
Hello, I’m your avenger savior.
The enchanting shrew existence.
Angels are watchers in the phallic carnival of shadows.
The fallen are angry children in front of the lamentation of the seasonal years.
Tick-tack, tick-tack.
Hello corpse.

My Interests

.:. Truth
.:. Philosophy
.:. Music
.:. Friedrich Nietzsche
.:. Butoh
.:. Photography
.:. My niece
.:. Kung Fu
.:. Mysticism
.:. Gloomy sky
.:. Wind
.:. Rain
.:. Snow
.:. My face when I scream (not cause of pain, at least not physical)
.:. People who make me smile
.:. Roadtrips
.:. Her eyes
.:. Her smile
.:. To walk in the cold
.:. Aurora Borealis
.:. Memories from my infancy when my 3rd eye was open
.:. The unseen scene
.:. Positive people
.:. Nobility
.:. Differency
.:. Eccentricity
.:. Eunichs
.:. Long Coats
.:. Monks' clothing
.:. My nails when I let them grow
.:. Hairless bodies (but hairy female bodies are pretty, ha! I am JOKING;)
.:. Laying down on grass
.:. The lonesome feeling of surprise and solitude when I gaze cities from a hill
.:. Honesty
.:. Understanding
.:. Integrity
.:. Myself

Dislikes:

.:. Lies
.:. Violence
.:. Sarcasm (when it lacks of intellectuality)
.:. Cheating on somebody
.:. Rudeness
.:. Pretentiousness
.:. Smelly people
.:. Shouting
.:. Pressure
.:. People who can't stop talking
.:. Rapists
.:. Abusers
.:. Molestors
.:. Smoking
.:. Contemporary Greece
.:. Pretentiousness
.:. Pest
.:. Commands
.:. Obsessive people
.:. To pull my skin while plucking my eyebrows
.:. To wake up and have to go out on a sunny day
.:. Noisy neighbors
.:. Army
.:. Gypsies (at least their rudeness and disrespect)
.:. Fanaticism
.:. The suffocation inside me that is getting stronger at times and doesn't let me breath
.:. People who approach mysticism and witchcraft as somekind of patchwork spirituality
.:. Stinky breath
.:. Eyecontact with strangers on the road
.:. Sadomasochism
.:. Prejudice
.:. To belong in a group
.:. Macho men
.:. People who are obsessed with sex
.:. The crowds
.:. To be ignored without explanations
.:. Myself

Your bones are not sexier than mine~

Your skull is not smarter than mine~

Your remnants won't be less forgotten than mine~

But you're not I~

Music:

.:. neofolk .:.
.:. dark folk .:.
.:. gothic .:.
.:. darkwave .:.
.:. postpunk .:.
.:. deathrock .:.
.:. neoclassical .:.
.:. 80's .:.
.:. new wave .:.
.:. synthpop .:.
.:. ethereal .:.
.:. ebm .:.
.:. alternative and indie (occasionally) .:.
.:. industrial (rarely) .:.
.:. metal (more than rarely) .:.

My Blog

evoL...? No, no.. look at the mirror. It's Love

Those who aren't able to open their heart are weak or maybe just scared. It feels weird to look at them. I could resemble them with those products with an expiration date, which stand still on the she...
Posted by Dellamor(t)e on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 08:10:00 PST

Untitled ~

I talk and I hear the echo of my thoughts murmuring in the house of locks.It seems like a lower version of myself is fighting to take over and swallow me.I am searching for familiar faces in the shady...
Posted by Dellamor(t)e on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 03:23:00 PST

Al-one

Walls, a solitary confinement?Same old room of suffocation. The monitor of my mind is not functioning as it used to be. Getting dumb in front of a screen. I even forgot what is kept in my drawers. Unr...
Posted by Dellamor(t)e on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 05:51:00 PST

Emptiness (old)

Your Go(o)ddy-Go(o)ddy has died. His recovery now is in the lap of the dogs. Those who keep barking. Stop! I can't stand these voices. Shout! I can't handle these noises. You have no right to bring hi...
Posted by Dellamor(t)e on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 06:10:00 PST

Ode to Pa(i)n (old)

Your horns were cut off by oblivious monsters of thought. Your goat-feet have been transformed to human. Oh don't worry, it's the effect of socialization. Oh don't pout, you're just a modern beast no...
Posted by Dellamor(t)e on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 06:00:00 PST