I'd like to meet:
Anyone that is passionate about something..ANYTHING...or those with something interesting to say.
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"It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. people are either charming or tedious" - oscar wilde
I will only add you if WE have something in common. I see no need in adding anyone that I will never speak too. Yes? I'm here to keep up with my friends. I will NOT add you if your under the age of 18, sorry but we have nothing in common. I am NOT here to entertain and amuse anyone! & to the BANDS, from now on I will only accept your add request if I like you and want to listen to your music. Any questions? Your welcome to email me.Get Your Own! | View Slideshow
Add 'Anaemia1' to your IM. I'm on sometimes but not alot.
Music:
Clan of Xymox, Ministry!, Queen, Marylin Manson, Rob Zombie, Dolls Of Pain, Queen, afi, anorexia nervosa, anthrax, at the gates, atari teenage riot, bauhaus, bile, bleeding through, cannibal corpse, chemlab, christian death, cradle of filth, david bowie, death, deicide, dimmu borgir, dismantled, eminem, emperor, enthroned, faith no more, fear factory, hatebreed, king diamond, kmfdm, leonard cohen, marduk, megadeth, mercyful fate, mindless self indulgence, ministry, morbid angel, mortician, motley crue, motorhead, napalm death, ohgr, pantera, prince, sepultura, six feet under, skid row, skinny puppy, slayer, smashing pumpkins, stp, suicide commando, tech n9ne, testament, tristania, throwdown, Velvet Acid Christ, wham, white zombie, wumpscut, zz top
Television:
House MD. Forensic Files
Books:
SOLILOQUY OF THE SOLIPSIST
by Sylvia Plath
I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high.
I
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look's leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.
I
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.
I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD
by Edgar Allen Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
