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Goddess of Chaos
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Posted : Oct 8, 2006 01:09
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  "If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace" |
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Raoul V
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Posted : Oct 9, 2006 12:50
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there was a man from nantucket...
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Filzbiber
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Posted : Oct 9, 2006 12:55
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Eve&Rave @ your Party
Education and information bout drug-consume and harm-reduction
Supply of condoms, oropax, vitamines
Contact filzbiber@eve-rave.ch or check www.eve-rave.ch
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MॐZC4L1†0
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Posted : Oct 9, 2006 20:36
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haha nice ones masta 
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Pt.
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Posted : Oct 31, 2006 20:23
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A poem written by a collegue of mine:
scent of grass
Wake the prisoners of destiny
By the scent of grass
Upon the plains where nature took birth
As the howls of the souls
Beaten by the mirthless tides
Prepare to sink in the looming desert of life
Defiled eyes of the damned
Drink the sight as if forever pained
By an unquenchable thirst for suffering
The lush gardens of afterlife breathe heavily
Through the rancid silence
Distantly clouds lay close upon the ocean
Draining their ashes of moments
Their bulging underbelly heavy
If wearied by the burden of the sky
Sleep takes those faltered hearts
To the fountain of peaceful songs
Host to the air that moans incessantly
And the oceanic waves that groan
In such anguish blaze the hearths
Reminiscent of once upon a yearn
When tempest pursued the lips
That uttered the ancient oath
Of the blind dancing for a sight
Hidden deftly in the circle of light
Never prayed the captives in their hardship
Upon their awakening hymns are heard
Tribute to the plains of grass
Where souls howling are without mirth
And eternity collects all debts
Copyright (c) Shan
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Mistress of Evil
Mistress Of Evil Records
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Posted : Nov 2, 2006 09:04
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..~::{i dance::i feel}::~..
I've built up so many walls,
I have to.
To protect myself from the chaos we call "society".
Where false values are forced upon us,
where we are taught to live a lie.
Every day, all around me, invading me,
Newly constructed layers hide my true being,
hide myself from me.
They try to create me from the outside,
i need a deconstrukt.
No longer can my emotions be coaxed out simply with sweet words.
They must be torn from my body,
one piercing sensation at a time.
The music reaches in,
pulls out these demons
and i stomp them into oblivion.
I want to feel this sadness,
this mourning for ideals defeated.
i'm supposed to pretend it doesn't exist,
smile so as not to shatter the illusion.
i want to feel this anger and rage,
in a world of such violence and injustice,
it swells up from the inside,
its all i can do to keep from crying out,
ignoring it won't make it disappear.
i want to feel true happiness,
not the kind they sell in plastic packages.
i want to stare joyful bliss in the eyes,
and laugh out loud.
The music removes the layers,
my inner self is revealed through this dance.
to those who try to control me- fuck you.
i am in control of myself.
the pounding bass reminds me,
this body is mine to reveal and play in.
the melodies sing to me,
this mind is mine to create with.
imbedded in the tones the message rings out,
this heart is mine to love with.
It takes something fierce and strong
to cut through this bullshit.
We are drowning in this haze,
our air supply cutoff by deception.
We must renew our strength,
we must renew our faith in ourselves,
in love and in life.
I cherish the emotions the music invokes in me,
i have been disconnected for too long,
i long to FEEL.
The music reminds me
i am alive.
September 2005 (after the first time i saw Horror place play live) Bringing Dreams to Life!
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Nov 2, 2006 17:38
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I'm starting to imagine some rithms to train my voice for some things written here. If there are people that can think of an orchestra, lets get together...
PEACE!
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kArO
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Posted : Nov 2, 2006 20:14
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i love you. yeah, you. |
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Nov 3, 2006 14:44
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that is soo sweet 
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Magox
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Posted : Nov 3, 2006 15:56
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is'nt this what it is all about......? to live life the fullest knowing that you have tried; leaving yourself with out a doubt....
taking the time out of your day......to help some one else and too show them a better way......
offering a smile or a helping hand.........can make all the difference and may even inspire one to believe that they "Can"......
not to degrade your brother or friend........but be the one who will stick with him through thick and thin......
and if your brother loses his patience and becomes mindless......you look to him and smile and you kill him with kindness.....
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coSmiIic r080t0n3
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Posted : Jan 15, 2007 12:29
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"I AM CRYSTAL METH "
This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to crystal meth . She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her.
Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, Young adults. Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize...
My Name: "Is TIK "
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember! I'm easily found,
I live all around you – in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to -- just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms, (your lungs, and your nose).
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late,
and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine,
and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this is would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
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It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.
Ken Kesey |
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Med
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Posted : Mar 31, 2007 22:17
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nice poem....
Its Like a Drop That Falls Into the Ocean,or Perhaps the Ocean is Falling Into a Drop. |
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Apr 1, 2007 00:51
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cosmilic... to your friend...
how can they ever get away... a 3 million stone. Life isn't worth that horney, if it was it would get away. but what when many people is praying for one soul, this soul? Mirrors break down, heart goes tight till death is surrounding, and a give up in tryinhave to help one getting out of the one million stone come not only a challenge. But a impossible task. May we all pray... for those who got in to have a bit of peace. Faith can do anything, but I never saw faith helping someone getting over a million stone. If anyone wants to try and believe there is a way back. Fool yourlsef around, but pray for death to come and pick you before you start to take life from others. But if it is your brother... Hope! Hope for what you don't know, because that is what you want to believe it is going to happen, something you don't know, because in the truest end, you know where he will end, and you will just hope that don't matter how many stones he will smoke, how many cars he will still, how many people he will rape, you will not wanna know anything, you will not wanna know even if he will come and rape you and give you for the price of bananas, or the simplest, still you for his precious stone. The beautiful stone... Where is that stone? A 30 million pack would do the job. Nah. It is not. IT IS NOT. Believe yourself IT IS NOT the stone. It is your emotional. It is people leaving you for your attitudes that drive you away from society. Come back. Think that humans have the capacity to evolve as everything else, and this precious stone in some years will be a sweet, if you learn the way out of this... Live the boring like. Let it take over you. Let the most boring things be part of your life. Let it be boring, empty, let people look at you as misarable. Let life beat you up. You deserve to be beaten up, by the purest vibe. You deserve another chance. Find the way out. I can't teach you the way out. Because mirrors will break, hurt will suffocarte to death. But I can tell you. Through life nutrition and mind suplements where you can find in any church. There is a way out. Plant that seed in your mind. Let it blow. Let people call you whatever. Let you muscles feel the torment that the want to be alive and to be with the one who will love is. It is the biggest torment. But fight for this torment. In the end... you will see it was worth it.
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coSmiIic r080t0n3
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Posted : Apr 1, 2007 18:46
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nice poem der vanessa
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It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.
Ken Kesey |
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Mistress of Evil
Mistress Of Evil Records
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Posted : Apr 1, 2007 23:38
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Passion Wants To (Unbury the Bones)
Bones are buried in the earth,
but the house is on fire
and children run screaming into the void.
The flimsy handle of a plastic spoon
can't dig you out of this enigma,
threshold dripping like an overripe fruit.
Chaos surfing the waves of a thousand ancient tomorrows,
Eyes propped open with toothpick stability,
no requiem for this mad, insidious nite.
The whisper of my heart comes roaring
out of ripped open throat chakra,
amplified by moldavite mysteries.
Passivity feeds Desire,
Desire fuels Passion,
Passion wants to dance wildly,
ecstatically chanting its own name
in a field of bemused sunflowers.
Passion wants to strip naked,
licking the flame of its own existence
humming a slowed down version of its favorite song.
Passion wants to lock eyes
at the star crushing point of orgasm
and purrrrrrrr in blissful abandon.
The corners of the universe bow down
marking the pages
of places
people
lost teeth
wrong turns
first kisses
bellyaches
that weave the intricate fabric of our being -
simple reminders of our all consuming smallness.
Swirling inside our triple spheres
playful interactions,
engaging distractions,
divine invitations to tea.
The cells of this body cannot sustain the old and weary.
Skeleton Woman scrambles to find shelter
inside of changing skin.
Held fast by the raging ebb and flow of infinite curiosity,
of the epic journey of a single breath,
as it flows in and out of universal consciousness.
Soul scream breaks free from weathered lips,
doubt disintegrates in the emptiness of the moon,
sung down by a circle of weird sisters.
This fear lodged within every inch of our captive bodies
heating our blood to the point of boiling,
fights its way to compassionate ears.
The wisdom of 222 grandmothers
muffled and lost behind double paned windows
and triple locked doors.
rhuummm arrtttaaaateee naaanohaaaai
Open the fucking door!!!
(c) Megan, 2007
Bringing Dreams to Life!
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