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A warning: My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy. I am morbid. I am sinister. The way I think may scar your fragile brain. The monstrous halls of my mind are a dark labyrinth, consuming nothing and everything as they create a web. I am dark and I am sarcastic. I see the world's crushed blood already soak the closed doors of Eden. My pleasures are joyless doleful experiences. I seek not life's beauty but cherish its funeral. I am in the centre between mind and soul: the middle ground is where ideas and illusions mingle and my theories are given birth. Nucleus and heart sterilize both in darkness. Do do expect euphemism or optimism unless I am under the influence of drugs, intoxication or oestrogens. If so, pardon me, for everyone gets fucked up once in a while. Usually I rain on parades and cynically remind people why their source of happiness is unreliable and unreasonable. Fine I admit: there exist these short fragments of delight to forget the icy fear around us, but there rest of life is mostly one creative plague after another. To me what is Real is the oration of stone possessed emotion. I yearn isolation from this realisation. I accept the elation of blissful tranquillity, obsessions they lay among the bleak and sinister.

Favorite bands: Paradise Lost, Black Sabbath, Martyrium, Marilyn Manson, Slipknot, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Cradle of Filth, Velvet Revolver,Foo Fighters, HIM, Metallica, Iron Maiden Evanescence, SOAD, Korn, Dimmu Borgir, Deep Purple