kiss me
I shiver
the desert wind across flesh
wet from your lips
kiss me
I shiver
the desert wind across flesh
wet from your lips
May 03, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
this time ive learned from my past falls, old wounds might reopen soon, burn them in alcohol says:
i fucking love you allegra
May 03, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
Like an angel, feral eyed,
Piercing to your sleeping side,
Gliding down with oily flight
In the inwards of the night,
I shall give you, my dark one,
Kisses frozen as the moon,
Caresses such as snakes give
Slithering round the open grave.
When the livid daylights waken
You will find my place forsaken,
Icy till the evening's here:
As others might with tenderness
Rule your life and your youngness
I shall rule you with a fear.
~ Baudelaire
May 02, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
Take the quiz: "Are You Fit For Satan?"
Yes
You are fit for Satan! Good for you. You've escaped the lies of Christianity and other white-light religions. You're not a victim of that crap...you're your own person, and you know the truth!
April 23, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
In 1556 on Tenerife, he came as a child to the court of the French King Henry II, who had him trained and educated. Later he lived in Flanders at the court of the artistic Margaret of Parma, who was regent of the Netherlands. His residence in Parma is documented after 1583. Probably Petrus Gonsalvus was married while still in the Netherlands, and he had two (according to other accounts four) children, of whom at least two were also hirsute. Because of their condition, hirsutism or hypertrichosis universalis, he and his children were popular objects of medical research. On the way to Italy, the hirsute man and his family were examined by the famous Basel doctor Felix Plater. The Bolognese naturalist Ulysses Aldrovandi also examined him and the children. The results of the examination are preserved in detailed reports. Portraits and descriptions of the life of the hirsute family are also found in the 1582/83 sketchbook of Georg Hoefnagel in the Österreichische Nationalbibliothek (Austrian National Library) in Vienna.
(Note: In the Fall of 2003, I traveled to Innsbruck, Austria to view this magnificent work of art at Schloss Ambras in person. It was well worth it.)
April 23, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (1)
Miss Allegra:
Your IQ Score is 135
This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your intellectual type is Visionary Philosopher. You are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Descriptive Classifications of Intelligence Quotients | ||
| IQ | Description | % of Population |
| 130+ | Very superior | 2.2% |
| 120-129 | Superior | 6.7% |
| 110-119 | High average | 16.1% |
| 90-109 | Average | 50% |
| 80-89 | Low average | 16.1% |
| 70-79 | Borderline | 6.7% |
| Below 70 | Extremely low | 2.2% |
April 21, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
This is written in the Hebrew Talmud, the book
where all of the sayings and preaching of
Rabbis are conserved over time.
"Be very careful if you make a woman
cry, because God counts her tears. The woman
came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be
walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but
from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be
protected, and next to the heart to be loved."
April 14, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
Advanced Global Personality Test Results
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April 14, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
my lifes an open book for almost everyone to read
taste my blood sweat and tears if you ever feel the need
to learn from somebody else thats felt pain and strife
i dont hesitate to let it all out on the mic device
its therapy for me, see i cant keep it contained
i cant remember it feeling this good the last time that it rained
my life is feeling strained on the brink of a collapse
but just before it crumbles i patch it up with these raps
its only temporary the foundation still shakes
ready to topple over with the shudder of earthquakes
then the turf breaks, and my inner workings are exposed
ive been dealin with heavy shit and its sad nobody knows
but it shows every single time i pick up this pen
and sink into comatose when i think about her sins
so i'll die tryin to keep em hidden in the past
and keep drivin down this road without prayin for a crash
the music surges through my body like electric live wires
heating the words to the burning intensity of five fires
the smoke that rises up is a little piece of my soul
just tendrils drifting off of a smoldering piece of coal
you can call it my heart i know theres still warmth in the middle
its a fragile artery filled with mysteries and riddles
so come on in its a rollercoaster ride an apparition of my pride and its echoing inside
so i ride with the righteous and count my many blessings
and use the music to convey the many things im stressin
im testing my inner structure for strength and fortitude
turning negative thoughts of life to positive attitude
and the words we choose reflect the times of our lives
sometimes the tongue is so sharp it cuts just like knives
so when you close your eyes to rest and its gettin bright
dont be afraid to walk towards the luminous light.
April 13, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0)
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