Illumination by the Dark...THELEMA

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• Roza Trnoružica
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  Satan Himself
  Ines Anjel
  Lonely Walker
  Kimmette
  Godsent Twins
  Mrđo
  Perce
  Oracion Noctruna...teguntur lumina nocte
  
  
  "You say that my way of thinking cannot be tolerated? What of it? The man who alters his way of thinking to suit othere is a fool. My way of thinking is the result of my reflections. It is part of my inner being,the way I am made. I do not contradict them, and would not even if I wished to. For my system, which you disapprove of is also my greatest comfort in life, the source of all my happiness -it means more to me than my life itself. "
  Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade
  
  pojašnjenje onima koji ne mogu ni pročitati moj nick...
  Odslovkat ću:
  
  S-A-N-G-U-I-N-A-R-I-A nastja
  
  -->latinski, znači KRVOLOČNA, a Nastja mi je ime
  
  ime bloga, tj. adrese, ame saignante, na francuskom znači što i KRVAREĆA DUŠA
  
  a sad vi blejite i mislite si ---but "don't judge what you don't understand", kako bi David Draiman rekao....
  
  ma volim vas;) vas i vaše divne pulsirajuće karotidne arterije na vratu!!
  
  acris morsus a tous!
  

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• "It comes down to this.
  Your kiss.
  Your fist.
  And your strain
  It get's under my skin
  Within
  Take in
  the extent of my sin."
  
  Sin, Nine Inch Nails
  
  
  
  Christianity is a nonsense for people who refuse to accept the true misery of eternal nonexistance.
  
  
  Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains arouse me.
  
  
  The best way of dealing with the insane is to pretend that you are sane
  Hospital Charge Nurse
  
  Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes and it is our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something we'd like to have dinner with.
  
  
  
  
  "Never to suffer would mean never to have been blessed."
  Edgar Allan Poe
  
  
  MUTTER -->Rammstein
  
  Die Tränen greiser Kinderschar
  ich zieh sie auf ein weisses Haar
  werf in die Luft die nasse Kette
  und wünsch mir dass ich eine Mutter hätte
  
  Keine Sonne die mir scheint
  keine Brust hat Milch geweint
  in meiner Kehle steckt ein Schlauch
  hab keinen Nabel auf dem Bauch
  
  Mutter
  
  Ich durfte keine Nippel lecken
  und keine Falte zum verstecken
  niemand gab mir einen Namen
  gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen
  
  Der Mutter die mich nie geboren
  hab ich heute Nacht geschworen
  ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken
  und sie danach im Fluss versenken
  
  Mutter
  
  In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal
  auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal
  entferne es mit Messers Kuss
  auch wenn ich daran sterben muss
  auch wenn ich verbluten muss
  
  Mutter gib mir Kraft
  
  
  
  

Edward Alexander Crowley

• Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole Of The Law
  
  Love Is The Law, Love Under Will
  
  Every Man And Every Woman Is A Star
  
  
  
  This should be the three rules of life. If you examine them more clearly and precisely, they are.
  The only rules that should not be broken.
  
  Necrophilia
  
  When thy warm sweat should leave me cold,
  And my worn soul find out no bliss
  In the obscenities I kiss,
  And the things shameful that I hold.
  My nostrils sniff the luxury
  Of flesh decaying, bowels torn
  Of festive worms, like Venus, born
  Of entrails foaming like the sea.
  
  Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now
  Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not;
  And hast a strange desire begot
  In me, to lick thy bloody brow;
  
  To gnaw thy hollow cheeks, and pull
  Thy lustful tongue from out it's sheath;
  To wallow in the bowels of death,
  And rip thy belly, and fill full
  
  My hands with all putridities;
  To chew thy dainty testicles;
  To revel with the worms in Hell's
  Delight in such obscenities;
  
  To pour within thine heart the seed
  Mingled with poisonous discharge
  From a swollen gland, inflamed and large
  With gonorrhoea's delicious breed;
  
  To probe thy belly, and to drink
  The godless fluids, and the pool
  Of rank putrescence from the stool
  Thy hanged corpse gave, whose luscious stink
  
  Excites these songs sublime. The rod
  Gains new desire; dive, howl, cling, suck,
  Rave, shreik, and chew; excite the fuck,
  Hold me, I come! I'm dead! My God!
  
  

Let the Flesh Instruct the Mind

• O meni...
  
  
  "ukratko" iliti glavne osobine:
  
  -16 god., 11.03.89, dakle riba po horoskopu(bljuv, znam)
  
  -homicidalna
  
  -malo manje suicidalna(faza me prolazi)
  
  -(auto)destruktivna
  
  -sadomazohistica
  
  -nihilist
  
  -hematofil
  
  -daknomanka*
  
  -bavim se pjevanjem, glazba mi je život
  
  -antitalent za sportove
  
  -volim sve vrste medija (knjige, tv, linija, net)
  
  -fetiš na kožu(crnu)-kao odjevni matreijal a ne organ
  
  -mrzim malu djecu osim ako nisu androgina i preslatka i imaju nježne male bijele vratiće
  
  volim :
  Anne Rice, Aleistera Crowleya, Edgara Allana Poea, krv, Stephena Kinga, Poppy Z. Bright, Salingera,krv, vampire, A. Jolie, T. Cruisea, Jasona Lewisa(!!!),tonu filmova(ugl.trileri i hororci), jezike, glaaaaaaaaaaaaaazbu, krv....i, jesam li spomenula krv?
  
  ne volim:
  dvoličnost, kukavičluk, laži, višak ponosa, poriluk, kelj, Britney and Co., umišljene skinjare tupe ko oštrica noža malog Chuckya, najčešće ljude, preseravanja, ovaj blog jer je dosadan...i jer serem kvake(ponekad se zapitam kako mi to sve izađe na čmar)
  
  *daknomanija- bolesni nagon za griženjem
  (ne stvarno to me užasno opušta)
  
  što slušam:
  Coal Chamber, Disturbed, Cradle of Filth, Apocalyptica, Him, DevilDriver, A Perfect Circle, Nick Cave, Rammstein, Professional Murder Music, Pantera, Sepultura, Korn, Nine Inch Nails, Johnny Cash, The Cure, The 69 Eyes, Nightwish, Static X, Hladno Pivo(jedno naše što mogu slušat,tj.što isam iskonski zavoljela) i masne debele tri točkice ...
  
  dosta i preprepreviše o meni...
  
  QUOD ME NUTRIT, ME DESTRUIT.
  (što me hrani, to me i uništava)-->Angelina Jolie to ima istetovirano na trbuhu.
  
  "Kad bi postojao siguran način da mu pijem krv, učinila bih to."
  A.Jolie
  
  "The Dead don't share.
  Though they reach toward us
  From the grave (I swear
  They do) They do
  Not hand their hearts to you.
  They hand their heads,
  the part that stares."
  
  Stan Rice
  
  "DE CORDE EXEUNT COGITATIONES MALAE"
  (zle misli dolaze iz srca)