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| Places: |
Biloxi, New Orleans, Pensacola |
| Food: |
Steak |
| Ice cream: |
Eskimo Pie |
| Cola preference: |
Coca-Cola |
| Planet: |
Earth |
| Occupation: |
Sales |
| Enjoy work: |
I love my job |
| Favorite URLs: |
www.churchofsatan.com |
| Height: |
6'1" - 6'2" (184 cm - 188 cm) |
| Weight: |
171 lbs - 180 lbs ( 78 Kg - 82 Kg) |
| Religion: |
Satanist |
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I am a Citizen of the Infernal Empire. I take advantage of life's opportunities when I see them, and use them for my benefit. Because of my lack of interest in the herd, and whatever trends are currently fashionable, I enjoy spending most of my time at home. Home is in the beautiful state of North Carolina, which is rich in wildlife, mountains, and history.
I will not accept friend requests from drug users, or those who advocate, or participate in any kind of illegal activity. I will not respond to any type of proselytizing from Christians, Wiccans, Muslims or any who feel the need, so do not bother wasting my time.
Visit my store on CafePress!
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Living life to the hilt, and indulging in all of the so called Sin's!
THE TYGER
By William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil?
what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their
spears,
And
watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
1794
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April Flowers
by Tier Instinct
Three witches make their way downtown
to sell flowers for a fee.
With smeared faces
and panties with laces
all the boys want to see.
The other girls downtown
are mad, and full of spite!
When three witches sell flowers
on this warm April night.
27 April, XLII A.S.
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No Echo
by Tier Instinct
The winds carry her cries
where they will find no listener
to console her broken spirit.
Still she weeps,
and still she waits
for someone
to take away her pain.
No one will ever come
to ask her what's wrong,
yet the winds will
always dance in her hair.
29 June, XLII
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The King
by Poetaster
While driving along 404,
I glanced and chanced to see
glossy black paint.
1965 Chevy Nova SS-
300 hp, V8 engine-
a real American looker-
Parked there majestically,
chest puffed out with an arrogant
stance; a diamond among coal.
Even the sun payed homage,
reflecting, dazzling, commanding me to
look-
Here sat memory, good times and
admiration.
I think I'll go back tomorrow
to sit and hold court
with the King of Chevrolet.
18 August A.S. XLI
The Beginning
by Tier Instinct
In the hills of northern France
they stir, ready to call upon
their ancient celtic god
of death.
The wicked dead, returning
home, in search
of the old god's food,
the only escape,
from their animal prisons.
The sacred oak burns
high tonight, crops,
animals, even humans
will be sacrificed.
The priests, dressed in animal skins,
predict the coming years fortune,
by sifting through
the remains,
decided by the
death god,
Samhain.
16, Oct. XLII
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Schabarum
By Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Amidst the hectic pace
Of the herd's programmed race
'Neath shadowy ferns and willows is a Magical place
Carving darkened paths into valleys and hills
Where time is suspended and all rests so still...
Schabarum, Shamballah
A refuge sublime
Sanctus Sanctuorum
Is Nature divine...
Away from the glare and the stare and the blare
Quietude haunts with dignified grace
Partaking confections and philtres to fill
The food of the gods, the etch of a quill
To the tune and the feel of the wind coursing by
Vivid reflections, overcast sky...
Hoofbeats echo distant
From low and from high
The joy-play of children
Resounds from afar...
Evocative visions shimmer in mind
Casting a beautiful angel in white
Staining the dress with the red of her vice
Her nature uncovered, her wings set to flight...
Pleasure is taken in mutual kind
The Oath that was spoken with earth, flame, and brine
Forever connected by flesh and by deed
Sweet wanton indulgence was taken with these...
Near the Canyon of haunted fane
A secret passage known to snakes
A stream trickles gently by the old rotting bridge
Trails leading deeply to cubbies and ridge
Trees beckon strangely into their fold
Of faces and shadows seem to behold...
Schabarum, Shamballah
A refuge sublime
Sanctus Sanctuorum
Is Nature divine...
The primal reflection
Feral contemplation
At one with The All
Within and without...
9 February, XLII A.S.
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| “[Nietzsche] argued that the play of forces that made up earthly existence had no goal or final purpose, and what raised one person above another was "the will to power". The future therefore belonged to those human beings capable of raising themselves by their creativity above the herd. A person of that type he called an ubermensch or "superman".”
"Ideas that Shaped Our World" by Robert Stewart p54
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Metal, Classical, Gothic, Industrial, Punk
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Anton Szandor LaVey
The Satanic Bible
The Satanic Rituals
The Satanic Witch
The Devils Notebook
Satan Speaks
Blanche Barton
The Secret Life of a Satanist
The Church of Satan
Peter H. Gilmore
The Satanic Scriptures
Visit www.thesatanicscriptures.com for information
Ragnar Redbeard
Might Is Right
Fredrich Nietzsche
The Works Of Fredrich Nietzsche
James D. Sass
Matt G. Paradise
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Magus Anton Szandor LaVey
Magus Peter H. Gilmore
Magister Lang
Magister Mitchell
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| Tier Instinct- Conan Broad Sword |
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03/31/2007
Thank you for the add and the comment!
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04/10/2007
I bet you can't delete this...
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04/30/2007
You have yourself a wicked Walpurgisnacht!
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05/17/2007
I just realized your birthday was on the 15th. Happy Birthday!
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08/16/2007
Man, Eggfly is a lonely place.
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