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The Oldest and Strongest Emotion of Mankind is Fear, and the Oldest and Strongest Fear is Fear of the Unknown
~H.P. Lovecraft~

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ORIENTATION: Straight
DATING STATUS: Single
BODY TYPE: Average
GENDER: Female
MEMBER SINCE: 06/09/2007
STAR SIGN: Pisces
LAST LOGIN: Aug 18, 2008, 03:51 PM
MY RATING: 8.50

Black Label Society, Cradle of Filth, Type O Negative, Pantera, Vehemence,Necrophagia
,Hypocrisy, Impaled, Napalm Death, Macabre, Jungle Rot, A Life Once Lost, He Who Binds Himself, Super Joint Ritual, Bury Your Dead,
God Module, Carnivore, Dulce Liquido, Heaven Shall Burn, Through the Eyes of the Dead, Funeral for a Friend, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Ozzy,
Black Sabbath, Glass Casket, Angel Corpse,
Kataklysm, Cannibal Corpse, Nile, Murderdolls,
Scar Symmetry, Gwar, Threat Signal, My Own Grave,
Dimmu Borgir, Gwar, Send More Paramedics, Wednesday 13, Mindless Self Indulgence, Acid Bath, KMFDM, The Kovenant,Soulfly, Misfits, Danzig, Dope Stars Inc., Tool, Dissection,
Anthrax, Down, Bludgeon, Suicide Commando,
Slayer, Skinlab, Alice 'n' Chains, Pissing Razors, Suicidal Tendencies, 7 angels 7 plagues,
Ancient, Bathory, The Black Dahlia Murder, Eternal Silence, Angtoria, Megadeth, Shadows fall, Amon Amarth, Dying Fetus, Crematory, Hatebreed, Edge of Sanity, My Ruin, Unearth, Moonspell, Forsaken, Nightwish, Fear Factory, Deicide, Sepultura, Exhumed, Nile, Bleeding Through, Bloodbath, Dying Fetus, God Dethroned,
Blutengel, CombiChrist, Wumpscut, NIN, Ministry, Motorhead, Machine Head, 6 Feet Under,
the Exploited, Strapping young lad, Vile, Hypocrisy, Obituary, Suffocation, Decapitated,
Death, Lamb of God, All that Remains, Mortician,
As I Lay Dying, At the Gates, God ForbiD



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Don't watch T.V. Look what happened to Carol Anne.
No, but seriously anything Troma, and Horror! They bring me joy! And anything else that can capture my attention.

Nosferatu (1922)


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Night of the Living Dead (1968)


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H.P. LOVECRAFT
~Despair~
"O'er the midnight moorlands crying, Thro' the cypress forests sighing, In the night-wind madly flying, Hellish forms with streaming hair; In the barren branches creaking, By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking, Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking, Damn'd demons of despair. Once, I think I half remember, Ere the grey skies of November Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember, Liv'd there such a thing as bliss; Skies that now are dark were beaming, Bold and azure, splendid seeming Till I learn'd it all was dreaming -- Deadly drowsiness of Dis. But the stream of Time, swift flowing, Brings the torment of half-knowing -- Dimly rushing, blindly going Past the never-trodden lea; And the voyager, repining, Sees the wicked death-fires shining, Hears the wicked petrel's whining As he helpless drifts to sea. Evil wings in ether beating; Vultures at the spirit eating; Things unseen forever fleeting Black against the leering sky. Ghastly shades of bygone gladness, Clawing fiends of future sadness, Mingle in a cloud of madness Ever on the soul to lie. Thus the living, lone and sobbing, In the throes of anguish throbbing, With the loathsome Furies robbing Night and noon of peace and rest. But beyond the groans and grating Of abhorrent Life, is waiting Sweet Oblivion, culminating All the years of fruitless quest."

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EDGAR ALLEN POE
"Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, «Lenore!» This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, «Lenore!» This, and nothing more."


Charles Baudelaire
~Be Drunk~
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be Drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking.... ask what time it is. And wind, wave, star, bird, clock, will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

















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Onefromthebadclan
Jul 18, 2008, 09:36 AM

Buried at PhotocasketBuried at PhotoCasket

Amon
Jul 5, 2008, 07:39 PM


Have a nice day

Amon
Jun 22, 2008, 02:39 AM

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Hello Princess

Amon
Jun 16, 2008, 02:11 AM

glitter

VladVampire
Apr 26, 2008, 11:00 PM

very slected fer are getting this picture
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SlyandtheFamilySaw
Apr 13, 2008, 08:25 PM

Yes, it has been a while a lot of craziness has come and gone and then ofcourse come back again. Though all and all things are pretty good right now. How are things in your neck of the woods?

Onefromthebadclan
Apr 10, 2008, 11:29 AM

SuicideKiss.com - Deadly pictures, gothic horror, sick layouts
SuicideKiss.com - Deadly pictures, gothic horror, sick layouts

Hell_Preacher
Mar 18, 2008, 09:19 AM

I haven't talked to you in forever! How have you been?

VladVampire
Mar 14, 2008, 04:58 AM

bloody hell wheres the bottom of this page lol

oh im back hun

DaveDoom51
Mar 12, 2008, 05:34 PM

Well here is one I just finished……I hope you enjoy I look forward to hearing from you !

Sacrifice

She feels so out of place here, eyes wide with disbelief---the death of tortured innocence, she hopes will bring relief.
Capering forms around the blaze, seem slightly altered now---viscous quality to the air, passions' madness sought somehow.
Were those really antlers, she discerned upon the head---of the friend who had invited her, to this celebration of the dead?
Or just a trick of firelight, she refuses to believe---shifting images all around her, alterations impossible to conceive.

A wildness creeps inside of her, blood screaming through her veins---warm desire begs fulfillment, sweet release...what she will gain.
Delighted keening fills her ears, hooded figure upon the dais---those around her yammering, as they chant their ancient praise.
The others seem to know their roles, what is her purpose here---a sheen of sour perspiration, lubricates her dawning fear.
Her gaze drawn to the figure, standing on the stage---she notices just how large he is, she discerns his awful rage.

As if her legs possess, no volition of their own---she finds herself approaching him, her features cast in stone.
Hands reach out to touch her, as she journeys to her doom---perceiving her role with clarity now, demi-god to be her groom.
Unconsciously her hands attempt, to smooth her raiment down---for after all the clothes she wears, will be her wedding gown.
At last she ceases walking, arriving by his side---a brief triumphant smile, reveals the courage she found inside.

Startled gasp escapes her lips, as she looks into his eyes---depth of his evil revealed to her, somehow she's not surprised...
To feel her precious organs, spilling out upon the floor---the questions she wished answers to, are not important anymore.


© March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved



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DaveDoom51
Mar 8, 2008, 05:31 AM

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DaveDoom51
Mar 3, 2008, 01:59 AM

Here is a poem I wrote for a friend of mine here at DR . A bit of a departure for me,
I hope you enjoy !


Devil's Plaything


Dark brothel beckons silently, within the old French Quarter---'twas there so many years ago, there that I thought...to court her.
Her eyes ablaze from absinthe, young lovely body swaying---caring not what patrons claimed, never heeding what they were saying.
My heart took flight within my breast, each time I caught a glance---of my dark compelling plaything, each time I stood entranced.
Losing moments to love's opium, such a drug she proved to be---my soul cried out for sweet release, she was everything to me.

Those days they seldom visit me, fevered imaginings from the past---I remember still that evening, the night I saw her last.
Adorned in silk so lustrous, perfume echoing in my head---my rival vanquished at my feet, I knew then...that he was dead.
Wielding scarlet claws she came at me, spitting venom in my face---Devil's Plaything...mine no longer...screaming, my affections were misplaced.
I trapped her arms behind her, whispered frantically in her ear---told her we could be so happy, begged her not to disappear.

Many years now since I've seen her, since I thought to win her heart...
Now all my fading memories center...around watching her depart.


© March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved


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DaveDoom51
Feb 26, 2008, 06:00 AM

Here is one I just finished---I anxiously await your opinion!!




Song Of Moloch


At the head of forty legions, feral eyes glance all about---spreading leathery wings to cool them, listening for the sentinel’s shout.
Sulphurous odor doth proclaim him, tramp of hoof and heel denote---coming of this cold pale rider, oaths erupt from every throat.
Unobserved in countless ages, dwelling in the bowels of hell---restless in his cruel confinement, no one still alive to tell…
Of countless brutal cruel excesses, when last he roamed at will---infernal power never greater, foul stinking destiny to fulfill.

Distant shrieking from the sentinel, heralds arrival at the wall---ancient bastion lately weakened, whispering pathetic angels’ call…
Striding forward as power fills him, groaning earth protests---such creatures as are found around him, fall senseless in their distress.
Grunts escape defending angels, his presence is discerned---sickened looks upon their faces, this ancient one totally unconcerned.
Runes casually written upon the air, timeless barrier is shaken---rotting dead within their graves, scream allegiance to this abomination.

Blinding light it emanates, from daemon’s outstretched hand---spelling death and desolation, across this promised land.
Terror chases disbelief, across angelic faces---only death and desecration, to be found in daemon’s fell embraces.
Solomon’s temple in disarray, lost corner-stone now reclaimed---forbidding wall is broken asunder, remaining angels horribly maimed.
Subtle change is clearly felt, Moloch demands his due---as long ago was written, he demands your very soul from you.

Michael’s ring so carefully forged, bearing heaven’s hateful seal---
Found amongst the carnage, now destroyed beneath the daemon’s heel.


© February, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved






When a demon named Ornias harasses a young lad (who is favorite of Solomon) by stealing half his pay and sucking out his vitality through the lad's thumb, Solomon prays in the temple and receives from the archangel Michael a ring with a seal on it which will enable him to command the demons.....


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DaveDoom51
Feb 20, 2008, 07:46 AM

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DaveDoom51
Feb 10, 2008, 10:28 AM


Betrothal

Dread daughter of chaos, no physical flaws---appearing deceptively docile, sharpening ebony claws.
Luxurious preparation, bathing in young-maidens' blood---stretching supernatural sinew, rejoicing in the flood...
Of despicable emotions, accompanying odors as well---infernal mission paramount, engraved invitation to hell.
Deceiving humanity, true image never displayed---carefully choosing her raiment, for tonight's masquerade.

Plans nearing fruition, letting her mind rush ahead---ceremony this evening, celebrating the soon-to-be dead.
Monstrous teeth peeking, through succulent lips---debauched images overwhelm her, as her disguise briefly slips.
Deep carnal moaning, down low in her throat---this corpse-bride is anxious, chance of escape is remote.
Foolish priest murmurs, beloved standing beside her---later stealing his soul, as he thrusts desperately inside her.

Abandoning her musings, regaining total composure---musn't allow her excitement, to result in exposure.
Impatiently waiting, for her bride's entourage---planning to wear her groom's heart, as a bloody corsage.

© February, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved








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