It's good to be silent for awhile, you hear more.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
HOMOPHOBIC SATANISTS
Stupidity keeps getting younger. More morons thinking they know what and obviously not who Satanas is. These are probably dorky goofballs with bad acne,who listen to icp and marilyn manson, wear black all the time because they think it makes people scared of them.They are probably either really skinny or really fat, no in between. They most likely get picked on all the time, which they deserve, they should get their ass kicked multiple times daily. I would like to find out who these queers are and give them a satanic beatdown. Everybody has to be a part of something. And according to rule #8 of their cool group they must not like fags.
Teens for Satan
This group is for 13 - 19 year olds who wish to establish a relationship with Satan. The group is moderated so Christians cannot infest and/or try to push their lies. High Priests and High Priestesses of Satan are online to answer questions and post sermons of interest to teens.
Topics of discussion include: Demons, Magick, Satanic Witchcraft and much more. For more information, please visit www.JoyofSatan.com
1. We know Satan and his Demons are real beings. If you are LaVeyan, or feel otherwise, do not push your beliefs here.
2. People who sympathise with and/or support the enemies of Satan- Jews, Christians and Muslims WILL BE BANNED!
3. Blasphemy against Satan and/or his Demons will not be tolerated!
4. If you believe Satan and his Demons are evil, this is not the group for you, find another.
5. Do not try to push Wiccan or other non-Satanic creeds here.
6. Do not try to promote individuals, groups or organizations who bash the Joy of Satan. Your posts will be deleted and you will be banned.
7. Anyone who posts advocating anything illegal will be banned.
8. Please be polite- flaming will not be tolerated.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
GLAD HE'S DEAD
This guy was beyond over-rated. He made metal sound to clean. He was a glam fag that was trying to be hard. He went from "diamond" to "dimebag." What a rebel I forgot it's cool to be a loser drunk alcoholic drug user. That gunman did us all a favor, too bad he had to die.
Monday, December 7, 2009
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
LOVE IS A BLUNT OBJECT
Patience is a loaded gun resting against your head,
Pleasure is pushing it against the temple and squeezing the trigger.
Patience is grazing a razor blade over and up your wrist,
Pleasure is digging it into your skin and severing the vein.
Patience is enduring the nagging voice of your partner,
Pleasure is snapping their neck and watching them fall to the ground.
Patience is drawing pictures with a knife on naked skin,
Pleasure is thrusting it deep within and feeling the warm blood on your forearm, dripping off the nails of your fingers.
Patience is a loose rope around your neck,
Pleasure is stepping off the chair and challenging gravity.
Patience is the ledge of a skyscaper,
Pleasure is a swan dive into a sea of asphalt.
Patience is a hammer in the hand contemplating murder,
Love is a blunt object.
CATCH 22 X 30.3
Evil is in the heart,
Good is in the mind,
But neither can function without the other.
THE RACE OF LIFE
Politics can run a 100 yard dash,
Religion can walk a mile,
But murder can sprint a marathon.
Friday, November 20, 2009
LOST IN SPACE
So if you knew you were sending off to space and you had to make a compilation CD of music, with only 12 songs on it, what would they be? But here's the tricky part this is the last and only CD you will have for the rest of you're life. And you will be all alone in space, unless some aliens happen to stop by, but come on they don't really exist, do they?
Why a CD? Because the ipod is gay, vinyl is too much money to press especially for just one record, cassettes wear out, 8 tracks no one knows what those are any more, but the main reason for a CD is when you get tired of that CD after years and years of listening to it you can break it in half and because it's sharp enough you can slit your wrists or throat, your choice.
Enjoy. Put your comp. lists in the comments section below. Remember think about it, because this is forever.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
THE HYPOCRISY OF HALLOWEEN/ HYPOCRITES OF HALLOWEEN
...Halloween has become huge and at same time commercialized and fake, like so many other holidays: dare I call Halloween a holiday. I prefer to live Halloween each day. It's a state of mind it's who you are, it's your lifestyle it's not just one day out of the week or month or year.
The people who go all out buying expensive over priced yard ornaments and costumes, decorating their houses immensely and/or throwing a huge party and giving out lots of chocolate and candy are the same people who will label you a Satan worshipper if you still have all the props up on November 1st. This is the one day all the so-called "holy people" can legally get away with being "evil." They can watch demented horror movies and listen to "heavy metal" music. Because you know if you listen to Black Sabbath, Slayer or Marilyn Manson any other day of the year means you're probably some weird Gothic freak. These people need to wake up and admit they're fakes or better yet we should wake them up. They should receive a visit from a psychotic mass murderer who slaughters them and their whole family chopping them up into little pieces leaving their houses a bloody Charlie Manson mess. A visit from a real life Jason, Micheal or Freddy. We should turn Halloween into "Devil's Night" like in the Crow and purge ourselves of all these poseurs.
If you're one of the true crank up your stereo and blast "Hell Awaits", "Number of the Beast" and "Black Sabbath." Make it only a night of tricks and steal all of their treats, because your version of treats is tricks. Don't give out candy or go to their parties: take over the streets and terrorize the night, howl at the moon, drink some blood, sacrifice a virgin (if you can find one) and all the other cliches, because they're not cliches to you that's your life; that's who you are.
Leave your house decorated like that the whole year, in fact paint it all black, let your grass die, fill your yard will devil dogs and black cats, make a mote outside and fill it with blood, stop showering and bathe in it, make up your faces with corpse paint, buy broken shutters and put them over your windows, loosen the screws on your doors so they squeak, only come out of the house when it's a full moon, open your garage and let them see you taking heavy large plastic bags out of the trunk of your car and into the house at midnight, play Danzig really loud, hiss at your neighbors when you see them, buy the Munsters car and park it out front...but in all things remember to be real.
To the poseurs living the lie of one night out of the year, just go kill yourselves and do us all a favor, because then we can take your corpses and let them rot so we can keep your bones and decorate the inside of our houses with them.
MUSIC: MY WOMAN
...I love music. In all it's forms. I love it so much I hate it...
The earth is my country and your countries are my cities. I've heard it all. I will admit some styles are just goofy and don't earn the right to be listened too. I've gone to some cities where I want to reap the whole place because their national music is awful. Some I love to come back to, if not to reap, just to hang out. Music is something I always have on when I'm wandering the earth reaping. I still prefer my Sony Walkman or Discman. I hate the ipod, for personal reason, if the ipod becomes a person I will kill him. I love making compilations for different situations when I'm wandering the earth reaping. You need different soundtracks to different kills. Not everyone is the same nor is each situation. Killing becomes so creative with music as a soundtrack.
Music is like a woman to me. Unattainable perfection. She can be beautiful and graceful; full of feeling; challenge your intellect; be raw and common; down to earth; take you to place's you've never been and experience the unknown or be that calm comforting story you've heard a thousand times, but hearing it makes you relax, like with an old friend telling past stories. She can infuriate you; make you want to punch through walls and kill someone. Make you stand on the edge of a building and contemplate jumping. She is the laugh that makes you smile. The smile that makes your eyes light up. The innocent stare of a child or the sinister stare of a mass murderer. She is the calm breeze that drifts past you. She is a destructive tornado in the mist of a hurricane destroying everything that is in it's path. A still quiet river stream and a panic induced rumble of an earthquake. She is the light at the end of the tunnel and the darkness of a gun barrel staring at you when you take your last breath. She is a wet dream that causes pleasure and a nightmare that troubles you after you awake. She can make you dance when you don't want to; make you sing your lungs out, off key, in your car, not caring about who's next to you laughing. She can make you bang your head and play air-guitar and air-drums, like you know what you're doing. She'll embarrass you or make you feel indestructible. She is for war and peace. She'll make you cut yourself. She will make you do things you never thought you would. She can change your religion and your political views. She'll give you a history lesson or mindless information. She'll get stuck in your head humming an annoying lyric for hours and sometimes days. She is an answer on a test or a problem on a quiz. She'll teach you about love and rebellion; about hate and confrontation; about evil and Satan; about meditation and God. She can walk into a room elegantly dressed in make-up or kiss you half asleep with morning breath, hair tattered, in her pajamas. She is everything you want, but can never fully have. She is what you love and hate. Completely complimentary.
She is everything you want and you connect on so many levels, but there is always that doubt, because you can never seem to get to that one point that's missing. It's that unsatisfying emotion when it seems everything is right except that one thing you can never figure out. And so you try another one, and another one and so on, until you realize it's not them it's you, or not. You'll never be satisfied because they can't satisfy you. To find that one that you want continuously, that you need continuously and no other matter.
Then the day comes when you look at your collection, filled with so much "stuff." You look at it and wonder why do I have this, but you can't seem to give it up, because it brings some kind of memory, no matter how lame a release. It is like a picture of an ex you can't throw away for reasons unknown.
But the state of music today has become depressing; it's lost it's feeling; it's become generic on a wide range.; it's like walking into a store and everything is no brand. It's like shopping at Ross, cool if you want clothes, but not music.
Buying music has become like finding a date online, so many choices, but you know none of them are really any good. Some look good; some look interesting, so you try it out; some have a good review; some do a good interview, so you try it out; some have a good story; some you've sampled, so you try it out. And the majority of time they all suck. They waste your time or take it up until the next one.
There used to be a time when you could look at the cover of an album and by the artwork you knew it was going to be good. There used to be a time when you could trust a review. There used to be a time where you knew the music was going to be good because of what label it was on. But again like a woman you wonder what happened, what happened to girls that strived to be and are raised to be women or to be ladies. Now we are bombarded by views of girls that don't know how to hold themselves or conduct themselves. It seems it's become cool or now it's become acceptable to be foul mouthed, to fist fight, get drunk, be easy, slutty, uneducated, to be the "bitch."
But now I often wonder where you are; where have you gone; what you are doing; what happened? Are you lost and can I help you? If I could I'd be your saviour, because you saved me so many times.
Music where are you? My beautiful lady, my love, where have you gone. Who's raising your children. Who's bed are you sleeping in tonight? It's become blasphemy what masquerades as music. You've allowed yourself to be whored out. You prostitute yourself out for any amount of money, just for the chance of 15 seconds of fame, because 15 minutes is even more rare in music. You believe these suits in these high priced offices have your best interests at heart. They're only here for the buck. They will hurt you; take from you and continuously rape you. Don't sell yourself short. Don't do anything half-ass. Hold out. Create a masterpiece. Be proud of yourself. Don't go and live with him. It's about love, not the money. Run. Wait until you're married, make sure he's the right one.
Memories are great and sometimes needed, but we can't live in them. I want to know you now and again and continuously. I don't ever want to come home and look at you and be bored. I want to come home and look at you and say you are the most beautiful creation I have ever seen. I want you to always challenge me. I want to experience new things with you. I want you to satisfy me. I want to hold you; to feel you; to caress you. I want to listen to you; to hear you; to read you; to get to know you again. I want to love you again...
Monday, October 26, 2009
KEEPING THE DREAM DEAD
...there's no reason to try anymore. Just give up and be like everyone else. There's nothing original anymore, nothing new...so stop trying. Jump on the next bandwagon and go along for the ride. Slap hands with the village idiot, police officer, politician, authority figure, religious leader because they're all on the same wagon as you, just along for the ride. No thinking, no common sense, no brain cells needed. Go to the mall and buy the latest trend and wear it proudly, flaunt it in every one's face, no one will say anything, because they're probably wearing it too. But you're one of a kind so be proud, you're special, there's no one like you--except those people over there. Keep doing what you think everyone wants you to do, because that's the way of life we should all choose--the easy way.
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