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| MUSIC |
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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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."
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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