My home >_> http://www.gaiaonline.com/homes?user=2256532
I love the taste of blood. I long to taste it again and again.
I am disturbed, wicked, twisted, deranged, selfish, cold and sadistic.
The best torture method is a swift nice impalement.
I love fancy things. Because everything is vain, luxury is all that matters. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Elegance is an attitude.
Classical Music is the only pure, sweetest, and best way to express beauty.
The media in here is merely a sample.
"Death is the ultimate freedom, it is the sweetest things left to end your pain" Wrong. That's a juvenile way to see it.
The purpose of life is to end.
Happy people can be so cruel. Is it so hard to believe happiness could be born out of pain and suffering ?
In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his senses a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, and his fame doubtful. In short, all that is of the body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapours; life a warfare, a brief sojourning in an alien land; and after repute, oblivion. Where, then, can man find the power to guide and guard his steps? In one thing and one alone: the love of knowledge.
The doors of heaven and hell are adjacent and
The time when all will be forgiven for their sins, when the Paradise we have long dreamt for will arrive, after the judgement and atonement , an eternity of bliss.
Welcome to Hell.
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†Your eyes are the mirror of your soul†