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Horror and art are impossible to define. I occupy the very same territory: a mistake in the vortex of nothingness, counting the moments to the impending holocaust.
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I am slowing down As the years go by I am sinking So I trick myself Like everybody else The secrets I hide Twist me inside Make me weaker I crouch in fear and wait I'll never feel again If only I could IF ONLY I COULD Remember Anything at all

Into that darkness Like jackals howling Like flowers unfolding Into that darkness In the hovels and gutters Her Face to the storm She Said: DESTROY In Black New York

"Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede."

I am appalled that people who call themselves "progressive" or even "humane" would cheer for the fact that some armed religious fanatics would take over a country, regardless of its previous regime. Let alone these jihadist creeps are obv on the payroll of other interests/states. Wow. Pathetic.

"Every time you hear my voice, with every word and every number, you will enter into a still deeper layer - open, relaxed and receptive. I shall now count from one to ten. On the count of ten, you will be in Europa."

Perché darmi speranza quando puoi darmi Tutto ciò che porta paura alla carne Perché darmi la pace quando puoi darmi la carneficina? E tenebre, decadenza e morte Strappati all'interno, giocattoli per bambini e lettere non spedite Sogni irrisolti e sorrisi banditi “Come un sogno, è tornata”

"We are Hyperboreans— we know well enough how remote our place is. 'Neither by land nor by water will you find the road to the Hyperboreans': even Pindar in his day knew that much about us. Beyond the North, beyond the ice, beyond death— our life, our happiness.... " F. NIETZSCHE Antichrist

And in books And in films And in life And in heaven The sounds of slaughter As your body turns But it's too late One more day like today and I'll kill you A desire for flesh and real blood And I'll watch you drown in the shower Push my life through your open eyes I must fight this sickness

Non un mostro:Un riflesso nello specchio della verità più oscura: l'edonismo scatenato con il potente potenziale di una fragorosa distruzione. Io sono autodistruzione e demone, ci scontriamo a tutto campo nell'orgasmo dell'olocausto nucleare.Lunga vita all'Apocalisse! www.youtube.com/watch?v=esUB...

Ten Horror Films 1. Angel Heart 2. The Thing 3. Prince of Darkness 4. Profondo Rosso 5. Ringu 6. Rosemary's Baby 7. Event Horizon 8. Omen 9. Eraserhead 10. Ninth Gate +1 : my experience on twt. A Black comedy/horror b-movie.

And her hallway Moves Like the ocean Moves At the head of the river At the source of the sea ...maybe in terms of surrender On a backcloth of lashes and eyes In a flood of your tears in sackcloth And Ashes And her hallway Dream of the flood

"As you look through my window Deep into my room At the tapestries all faded Their vague and distant glories Concealed in the gloom The icy fingers Of forgotten passions Softly brushing my lips At the tips of my primitive soul"

In space, the stars are no nearer Just glitters like a morgue And I dreamed I was a spaceman Burned like a moth in a flame And our world was so fucking gone ... All my stitches itch My prescription's low I wish you were queen, just for today In a world so white, what else could I say?

Romance and Assassination Give me the Love for the Genocide Give me Love

"And I thought -- the days of fascism and racism had gone"

He, Half-split Dark Boy, Damaged Soul relishing in Nocturne, masquerading as Bruce Wayne. She, Infernal Feline Hecate, Radiant Full Moon Goddess, masquerading as Selina Kyle. "Who the hell do you think you are?" "I don't know anymore, Bruce" And High Priestess Siouxsie through the speakers.

Now that the deed is done and the working class will have nothing to sell except its labor force, desperate to make ends meet (and provide for their dommes!) and stay clear of some nuclear war, the song emerges more relevant than ever: "All of this is done In the name of the People"

There are circles of forever made of fire made of stone There are circles of a lifetime made of silver made of gold

"I come from days that must be silenced from nights I need to forget After all, I'm only human in need of some care: a Dream or a Mother or even an abrupt contempt... ...until the crack of dawn when a new pain always arrived to save me from the old one" (T.L. 1983)

Age Verification: I am old enough to have witnessed live the legendary mingle of Nirvana and RuPaul at the MTV Awards' 93. More precisely, I am seven years younger than Her Shadeness herself, Bianca Del Rio.

"She still balanced on one leg, with the other raised high. She too was steadfast. That touched the soldier so deeply that he would have cried tin tears, only soldiers never cry. He looked at her, and she looked at him, and never a word was said."

I chose my interests as "nature" and "culture". "Findom extraordinnaire" and "thin red line between genius and abyss" were unavailable, and quite mouthful. But I recalled that the first tribal pagan "societies" were all matriarchal, hence Femdom. So I kinda made the right choice. For once.