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Rev. Jeffrey Corpse

i only believe in fire. Life. Fire. being myself on fire i set others on fire. never death. Fire and

About Me

i am jeffrey fucking mallon. fucking is not for exageration, its what im called.
im also jeff, hex, hexist, jonah, judas, sir, friend, brother, son, and castro.
i am a fighter, lover, artist, apprentice, student, teacher, philosopher, polythiest, sensei, bastard, asshole, protector, merc, and zombie afficianado.
i am firmly convinced that somewhere along the line someone dropped the ball and i was born in this era. im not meant for this time. give me a sword, axe, polearm, knive, sheild, spear, mace, bow, or even just a running start and a rock and im good to go. i belong in an arena, a battlefield, a duel, or a pretty-much-could-die-at-any-second situation.
Loyalty is not dead. it has merely been forgetten and i hope to fix that one day.
when it comes to the people i love i will viciously and violently protect them from any imaginable harm. there is nothing i would not do for my friends or family even if it meant my death.
love fucking sucks. im beginning to think that im meant to be a)alone, b)fucked over c)both.
i think constantly about all sorts of things. i wish more people openly discussed things with strangers. ask me what gods i believe in and your in for a ride.
i am a martialist. not a martial artist. a martial artist practices forms and competes. i fight and train so that whatever happens, im the one who walks away and gets to come home to the people i love.
im a dork and a nerd. do you have a plan for when zombies pop up? i do. with several contingencies plans.
There are three saysing i try to live by every day. the first is my tagline. the second is "everything for everyone and nothing for myself". the third is "while i may be a monster i can still be someones monster".
if you want to know something. ask me. theres nothing im afraid to talk about.
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My Interests

art, drawing, sketching, metal forging, weapon craft, combat, martial arts, systema, Shaolin drunken fist, reading, writing, Fight Club, Boondock Saints, your mom, Sin City, comics, video games, bar fights, drunken dancing, sex, surfing, long boarding, drinking, smoking(tobacco), fighting, bowling, playing pool, assassination, brawling, throwing cocopuffs, photography, mohawks and umm... Tom Jones Family Resturant

I'd like to meet:

im looking for friends, comrads, brothers (and sisters) in arms, warriors, teachers, students, employers, saints, sinners, yogis, gods, and generally decent people who want to hang out and anyone interested in graffiti, fighting, and intellectual conversationson religion, philosophy, the paranormal or anything for that matter.

passions and principles
on religion

"...but let us for a moment consider those poor, benighted helots of heathen beliefs. Egyptians who believed in Ptah and Thoth and Amon; Mayans that worshipped Pepeu and Raxa Caculha, the thunderbolt; Vikings with their Odin and Loki and the rest; the Yellow River peoples and Kuan Ti, the god of War and Kuan Yin, the goddes of mercy;Altijra and Legba and Kwatee and Kronos. Gods, all of them. Strong gods, personable gods, effective gods. What about them? What do we do with them, now that their time is gone?
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Mmm I see. So we can assume that such heathen martyrs as Hypatia of Alexandria died for nothing. But let me ask you this...What if you were one such as these, one of these obsolete gods. And all your believers were gone, all the Hypatias had been properly stoned to death by good Christians, no more worshippers, except perhaps a random diabolist here and there, corrupt individuals trying to bring you back so you could pick winning lottery tickets for them. What do you do then?
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no Idea at all?
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none?
You dont think maybe Hera went off in a snit and took to drinking too much mead and became a bitchy alcoholic?
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Maybe Jizo sank into a funk and contemplated Harakiri?
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So let me get this straight. What you're saying is that you dont think maybe, possibly, Jupiter just kept right on existing after constantine bullied all the Romans into converting and after a while with nobody praying to him, not even one daub of blue paint on the backside, he just got bored with it all and, say, just put a pistol up to his Olympian forehead and blew his beatific brains out?"

on retirement

there is no pretty future. no grandkids, no nice little pension and a house in the florida keys. No, theres only a haze of violence and moments all blurred together for one last big bang. That, my good friend is the life to live. why drag on to your late ages where you cant even get up and wipe your own ass let alone take a piss that doesnt take fifteen minutes to coax outta you. fuck that. id rather go down fighting, beaten, bloody and broken then go about waiting to die.

on the afterlife

as i drive down that lonely stretch of highway under a sky the color of a deep bruise, i stare at the halfmoon, its color that of nicotine stained teeth. punching the gas i speed towards the horizon, that moon rushing to meet me in the distance for one last bloody moment in a life of seconds. what will come of me? when i walk those shores of blood red sand, a beach of broken dreams and machines, its sands, a rust that leaves your pale skin streaked with murderous stripes to match your equally murderous heart. and as i wash up on that shore of crimson, an ocean of tears and oil lapping at skin that carries scars that speak volumes will i have any regrets?

on politics

I can smile, and murder while i smile

on a broken heart

Love can die. Its a mysterious thing, the death of love. Sometimes it fades slowly, like a long sunset with amazing and rare color that lasts in the memory forever. sometimes it becomes obese and dies from its own weight, the density and slowness that come with things grown too large. it is often killed on purpose, by someone who is in love with someone or something else. but the other person, the one still in love, is a loose end snapping and cracking in the high wind of life.

on being in love

in this hour of my most insecurity, when my hands tremble and my lips quiver. where i am wrenched from my complacency and thrown among my worries and fears, my heart will stand firm, for it is no longer mine.

on violence

battle doesnt need a purpose. you dont ask why a plague spreads or a building burns, dont ask why i fight.

quotes to live by

i have learnt to seek intensity....more of life, a concentrated sense of life.

the dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a duty of the living to do so for them.

every great lover, was a murderer first

its time to prove to my friends that im worth a damn. you gotta stand up for your friends, cometimes that means dying. sometimes it means killing a whole lots of people.

fireworks and diapers is all anyone ever needs. life is what happens between fireworks and diapers.

measure a man by the opposition it takes to discourage him.

i will let you suffer, i will never let you die

you may not always live well, but you can die well

oh and.....

hell is other people.

Music:

Tom Waits, At the Drive In, Interpol, Godspeed You Black Emperor!, Elvis, Great Big Sea, Tv on the Radio, the Pixies, The Raveonettes, White Stripes, Against Me, Flogging Molly, OAR, Wyclef Jean, BB King, Otis Redding, The Reactors, Rolling Stones, Sublime, Weezer, Aphex Twin, Rob Dougan, and other stuff i can't remember.

Movies:

SIN CITY, 300, Fight Club, The Boondock Saints, The Salton Sea, Memento, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Snatch, Next of Kin, The Road House, Precinct Thirteen, Suspect Zero, Seven, The Manchurian Candidate, Troy, Hero, The Darkness, The Missing, Pitch Black, The Chronicles of Riddick, Shaun of the Dead, and any movie with violence, gore, and a plethorah of cursing.

Television:

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Books:

Fight Club, Invisible Monsters, Choke, Diary, Lullaby, Survivors, House of Leaves, The Descent, The Scar, Perdido Street Station, A Choir of Ill Children, The Man with the Barbed-wire Fists, Nine Shades of Sky, Straw Dogs, The Dark Tower Series, American Gods, Iron Council, Looking for Jake, Haunted, Someone comes to town someone leaves town, Going up the mountain coming down slowly, Smoke and Mirrors, Camp concentration, The stars my destination, the demolished man, Pysho-shop, As she Climbed across the table, Gun with occational music, The Nightside series, On Killing, Tibetan book of the Dead, anything by Harlan Ellison and tons of other books.

Heroes:

yet to be decided.

My Blog

this is the end.

loyalty is dead. honor is dead. and im pretty sure friendship is on its last leg. i dont know how many times i have to say just be honest with me. tell me the truth, dont hide things from me. if you d...
Posted by Gentleman Corpse on Sat, 26 May 2007 02:07:00 PST

ATTENTION: from neck to thigh

with winter receding despite its final death throes i have been talking to a few friends about training and i think ready to begin recruiting.  i'm going to start my own informal combat school. n...
Posted by Gentleman Corpse on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 11:50:00 PST

the disadvantages of being a young

the human heart is estimated to be about the size of a fist. the bigger, or smaller, your hand, the bigger or smaller your heart. your heart is responsible for pumping blood and air throughout that vi...
Posted by Gentleman Corpse on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 09:34:00 PST