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The Queen Alice Report | 02/13/2014 7:13 pm
The Queen Alice
So I remeber you now! I remeber the picture of the man crossing his legs covered in blood. And I must say you are very attractive. Feel free to look at my profile as well.
II GylleneTigre II Report | 06/17/2013 4:32 am
II GylleneTigre II
uh...can you like talk to me?
ll r i n ll r e n ll Report | 06/12/2013 10:49 pm
ll r i n ll r e n ll
Nice avi
Emo_Panda_Razor_Blade666 Report | 06/12/2013 7:36 am
Emo_Panda_Razor_Blade666
I thank you for your concern.
But im not unhappy. Im just tired.
Not sleepy tired, Im tired of my life.
MadDaughter Report | 04/13/2013 10:43 am
 MadDaughter
you look like me >u>
A u r o r a V a n i l l a Report | 04/12/2013 4:11 pm
A u r o r a V a n i l l a
heart
nivara vanity Report | 03/27/2013 12:09 am
nivara vanity
hey dominus
Nivy misses you
Ether Eternal Report | 03/11/2013 8:22 pm
Ether Eternal
Rayvve, your most devoted servant at one time. In another world....of warcraft
Ether Eternal Report | 03/11/2013 3:31 pm
Ether Eternal
Speeding. Ta' Urt is speeding. No matter how fast I drive I can't keep up. So instead I stand still and concentrate. Low and behold, her frequency is attainable. What a wonder.
I think about you sometimes. It makes me smile. I hope your feeling as amazing as I am.
_xXxDICE41xXx_ Report | 02/12/2013 11:29 pm
_xXxDICE41xXx_
Well i mean it you gift it to me lol
 

CELTIC FROST

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I like my new knife:


I am moderately active on Gaia for the time being. Write me a PM to contact me.


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If you know what this symbol means... you have come to the right profile.


Yes, I am a Dom, otherwise known as a Master. I am in the market, as it were, for companionship. I have very high standards in a sub, but don't let that stop you from submitting your eligibility.

"a person who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices." In other words, most would probably find me very odd.

About Me: My politics and inhibitions prevent me from what most perceive as social adequacy. But what's actually happening is that there is nothing in the society that would mingle with me that I want to associate with. I never learned how to navigate a meaningless existence. Good, I dont wana "get over myself", Im content being isolated, reserved, and honest. To lie would pander to people's ignorance. I have peace in the unconventional, and I know exactly what I want. As a mutual courtesy I stay isolated, because really; I've no place in the awkward fumbling of every-day circumstance. I affiliate with no cult of personality, nor should you. I'm a Trans-denominational Spiritualist classified as a cultist through the state.

If I were to speak, see that I have vivid perspectives to share in a world of gray. Misanthropic and cynical, yet somehow I remain optimistic. I recognize and detest the absurdities of the society in which I live, absurdities I extend broadly, which often alienates me. I observe people in ignorance, insensitivity, conformity; have you lived the lie of life so much that you've actually come to believe it? If likely so, I have nothing to offer those who won't listen.





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These word bubbles are lyrical tweaks of one of my favorite artists Meshuggah, and the bubbles themselves are some of my favorite lines of their work. I think maybe they help paint who I am. You want to know more about me? Wrap your mind around this article. This will help introduce where I exist... and how its different from where you exist.

Consensus reality
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Consensus reality is that which is generally agreed to be reality, based on a consensus view.

The difficulty with the question stems from the concern that human beings do not in fact fully understand or agree upon the nature of knowledge or knowing, and therefore (it is often argued) it is not possible to be certain beyond doubt what is real.

Accordingly, this line of logic concludes, we cannot in fact be sure beyond doubt about the nature of reality. We can, however, seek to obtain some form of consensus, with others, of what is real. We can use this consensus as a pragmatic guide, either on the assumption that it seems to approximate some kind of valid reality, or simply because it is more "practical" than perceived alternatives.

Consensus reality therefore refers to the agreed-upon concepts of reality which people in the world, or a culture or group, believe are real (or treat as real), usually based upon their common experiences as they believe them to be; anyone who does not agree with these is sometimes stated to be "in effect... living in a different world."

Throughout history this has also raised a social question: "What shall we make of those who do not agree with consensus realities of others, or of the society they live in?"

Children have sometimes been described or viewed as "inexperience[d] with consensus reality,"[4] although with the expectation that they will come into line with it as they mature. However, the answer is more diverse as regards such people as have been characterized as eccentrics, mentally ill, enlightened or divinely inspired, or evil or demonic in nature. Alternatively, differing viewpoints may simply be put to some kind of "objective" (though the nature of "objectivity" goes to the heart of the relevant questions) test. Cognitive liberty is the freedom to be the individual's own director of the individual's own consciousness and is fundamentally opposed to enforcement of the culturally accepted reality upon non-conforming individuals. Effects of low cognitive liberty vary from indifference to forced-medication and from social alienation to incarceration to death.


ME ON GAIA==================================================

I am for now active on Gaia.

I'm interested in meeting new, somewhat like-minded people. Fans of death / black metal who want to share bands and opinions. People who share my passions. People that disagree with: promoting shallowness, ludeness, insensitivity, conformity, ignorance, and the sensationalist superficial trivial conceptions derived from man-kinds misconception. People that support introspective thinking, matters of substance, being unique, the pursuit of truth and self-illumination. And in the rare event I meet someone of interest: my social networking will have paid off for more than just the personal experience.

~~Also I'm ACCEPTING quality SLAVES, submissive females, Gothic Lolita is a plus..
~~I am casually fond of the idea of getting involved with some guild activity, as I once was on Gaia.
~~I like to write, some would call it roleplay, so for that sake - I do some casual role-play. If you are interested just ask.
 

MANSON ---------------

BLACK METAL ---------------

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP

DEATHSTARS ---------------

DEFTONES ---------------

LYRICS OF MANKIND


I'M THE SHALLOW, THE SUPERFICIAL. I'M THE COMMON MAN. FAITHLESS, NARROW MINDED, INDIFFERENT, IMPASSIVE.
A SYCOPHANTIC LEECH. TANTAMOUNT TO DISINTEGRITY. I'M THE VULTURE FEEDING ON MALIGNANCY.

I'M THE SIN, THE LECHEROUS SNEERING AT PROSTRATION. I WALLOW IN DISEASE. I REJOICE AT DEGRADATION.
I YAWN AT MISERY. SPIT AT OTHERS HAPPINESS. AN ADVOCATE OF MANIPULATION. I EMBRACE THE SICKENING.

I'M THE LOST. I'M AVERAGE. I'M COMMON. I'M INFECTION. I'M HUMAN. I'M COMMON
A WORM THRIVING IN SEAS OF DISGUST. I'M COMMON. THE MOUTH LICKING WHAT YOU'VE BLED. I'M COMMON

I'M THE PAMPERED DEGENERATE. I INDULGE MY INCLINATIONS
THE ONLY WORDS TO MY ATTENTION ARE THOSE THAT I MY SELF CREATE
DISORDER. CHAOS.

I DEBAR ALL ORDER, REPUDIATE ALL PURITY. INFATUATED BY CONTENTMENT.
I LAUGH AT LIES. COME BEHOLD THE SICKNESS IN MY COMMON HUMAN EYES.

I'M THE GREED. THE CYNIC. I'M THE INDIFFERENT GAZE.
MENDACITY, BETRAYAL; THIS IS NOT A PHASE
EBULLIENT WITH HUMAN FILTH, HERE I AM. HERE I STAY.
FLOURISHING IN OUR DISGRACE. BLESSED BE THE HUMAN WAY.

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Master Abysm

The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes. Each piece as amorphous as the other. Each piece in its lack of shape a lie

I stay my breath to escape this slavery. I stay my breath to re-awake and face death encore

My ignorance cast in the mold of all things absolute. I sustain forever my gaze, a stare fixed on the distant oblivion. Resting in the inverted state of death, non-sensory matter. As all the earth, the wind, the fire, the sea, behold and learn to pity me

Mutiny of self. Insurrection games, convincingly performed. Incapacitated, by physical thoughts, acting out the will, of terror and doom. Have the bridges, of insanity, been crossed, and forever retracted? Am I standing, among a thousand selves? Is the multitude, of laughter, mine alone?

I'm the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death. Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome world

A lie to maintain equilibrium, to hold me in this dead realm - this last ever dream. I'm the thought that never crossed my mind - disguised in the evident. Forever unredeemed

Perspectives distorted The level beyond our grasp The twin-faced serpents forever hidden Where's the true knowledge -Where engines of the sane and insanity merge The clarity. The unity

Reality untouchable, transparent, invisible to our fixed, restricted fields of vision.

Committed to a lie we cannot see, cannot know nor comprehend. We are all asinine drones kept in the dark, kept in line

Humanity peeled from our bones. Deprived of integuments that make us real. Shadows of flesh to maintain the system. Our own blood splashes as we kneel.

Conception derived from misconceptions. The dimensionless features of truth. Silence in the core of undoing. Untie its knots and set it loose

My receiving eyes, cut to sockets. blindness induced, to prevent horror.

Metallic blades implanted, past my ribs, to save me from, the dues of inhalation.

I tear my worldly, useless skin. Staple and pin it, over my ears. Non-receptive of unholy sounds, I've disable the audio-generator of their control.

My feet I crush, the flesh I cut away, so as to not produce, the sound of their presence, on rotten ground.

Self inflicted fractures. I rearrange, my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed.

I eradicate, the fakeness, the pre-pretence, of me. I elevate me, to a higher, human form.

Back again, within myself. Asleep & aware, i'm lost again. Every time, i close my eyes, I enter the dream, to which I live. I wake to change, into a state, where life is dust, and everything blows. I circling above, the swirling seas. My eyes upraised, toward the unknown.