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DATING STATUS: Hurt
DRINK: Sometimes
RELIGION: Atheist
ORIENTATION: Bi
BODY TYPE: Average
MEMBER SINCE: 01/29/2009
STAR SIGN: Capricorn
LAST LOGIN: 01/11/2010 21:05:17
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Talk to me and you will find out.

Talk to me and you will find out.

hi. i'm becka i'm negative. i've been told many times by a lot of people i'm too fat to wear skinny jeans but i do anyway. i don't have many friends and i probably don't like you either. i like to take pictures. sometimes i take too many. i like lolli pops and rainy nights. i do stupid things and have lost friends because of it. i want something new. i'm tired of the same old things. i overuse the term like. i have a lot of enemies. i don't like school. i do like music. i think everyone hates me. i'm not confident. i can be loud and quiet. i don't accept compliments well because my whole "school life" i've been told i was fat and ugly so don't take it personal if i don't accept your compliment. i cry. i laugh. i make mistakes. i'm human. i'm not skinny but not fat. i ruin a lot of things. i try to have a good time but i normally make the good times bad. i hate feeling left out. but i guess i'm alright when you get to know me. i have many flaws. i know and you don't need to point them out for me. thanks. i get angry a lot. and i take it out on people who it don't deserve it. so i guess you could talk to me...



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From: DaveDoom51
03/09/2010 04:54:30


I thought I would stop by with an offering to the almighty Industrial god....so lets all take our injections.......throw paint at the walls......and start our Tuesday right !!!?
Hope this helps !





From: DaveDoom51
02/24/2010 11:04:34



I posted a video of my poem "Toltec Dreams" on your page a few weeks ago....the poem described a horrible event foretold by many cultures...a time of great tribulation.........The following poem (I have yet to put it into a video format) describes the promise for the coming age .... after the time of cleansing ... a promise of peace to come. I hope you enjoy it.






The Promise


I open to sweet Aether's promise, old majik demands my full attention...
Merging with ancestral memory, intent embraces lost traditions.
Power stalks the earth tonight, searching for a willing vessel...
As it was in ages past, seeking only those whose hearts can tell.

I feel delicious power merging, dancing with my soul again...
I chant forgotten words of power, I sing my peoples' sad refrain.
For it is time to right the wrongs, punish those who would not see...
Those who only sought their pleasure, those who claimed we were not free.

I hear the screams of women still, wailing echoes from the past...
My tears reflect lost children's faces, crimes I'm unwilling...to let pass.
Madness flowing in my veins, the lines of power bending...
Earth groaning in anticipation, as I begin my awful sending.

I call upon my fallen brethren, call their bodies from the grave...
Bone and sinew formed from dust, their warrior souls so proud and brave.
Legions rise from sacred ground, gnashing teeth demanding blood...
As with the gentle rippling waters, that join together to bring the flood.

Oh, wash this land free of the filth, sweep those away that raped our nation...
My blade thirsts for retribution, my lips form forbidden incantations.
I bring with me forgotten majik, truths our elders once knew well...
Wachichu souls depraved and shallow, now consigned to white-man's hell.

Once again the children play, the women sing...the wise-men pray...
My thirsty soul soaked in the blood, of vanquished enemies, today.


© August, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved




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From: darkangel_blackwings
02/19/2010 16:57:42




From: DaveDoom51
02/14/2010 10:47:24


Here is a tale of greed and corruption...Cibola was the mythical location of the "seven cities of gold" sought by heroes....Most notably by Coronado among the Pueblo peoples of what was to become the desert southwest of the United States. His methods for gathering information included rape, pillaging, and murder....nice guy, hunh???
This, my latest imagining, confirms that the "Beast", in truth lays within mankind's heart. I hope you enjoy my latest.....perhaps I could get your feedback???





Cibola (evil bytch)


Sentient metropolis formed of gilded bricks, sought by heroes through-out the ages...
Bytch masquerades as a modern city, perverting truth found...in prophecy's pages.
Such foul evil dwells within her heart, it feeds this corpse of urban-blight...
Awakening mankind's slinking fears, feeding her desire for eternal night.

Back-lit-desert skies and silken thighs, beckon to neo-demon losers...
Inviting greedy shallow posers, and with them scores of cruel abusers...
To gather upon her concrete byways, amidst the glitzy high-rise towers...
To couple in her seedy rooms, and spill their blood...in the darker hours.

Players confer in her shadowed alleys, neon harbingers flash the news...
Nuns strut their vulgar sunday-habits, their bodies scarred by rude tattoos.
Parishioners vie for sweet redemption, held prisoner by their oaken pews...
And children in their plastic classrooms, continue...to be sorely used.

Such actions please her foul intent, marking her profane ascendance...
Like sheep we seek such false transcendence...
Denying our primal independence.

Rutting imps achieve their satisfaction, quickening this bytch's swollen womb...
Insuring mankind's cruel destruction, their lost souls adorn creation's tomb.
Her swollen fecund belly stretching, diseased prophets screaming their approval...
Claiming we were worthless vassals, arranging for our prompt removal.

A birth foretold by men of knowledge, their plotting soon to be rewarded...
With riches that overflow their coffers, to first be counted...before it's hoarded.
Unwitting pawns they've proved to be, they and their sweaty machinations...
Humanity's death their true reward, the spawn of their wretched masturbation.

At last the beast roars his desire, once more to walk upon this plane...
Bytch spreads her thighs in wet compliance, welcoming her birthing pain.
Womb weeping with each fell contraction, pain nearly driving her insane...
And thus is born the Lord of Flies, to feast on stolen souls again.


As was foretold down countless ages, greed lubricates perverted actions...
Like sheep some seek such interaction...
They find no lasting satisfaction.


© February, 2010 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved




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From: DaveDoom51
02/10/2010 00:52:02


Here is a lil summn from Combichrist to help you get a leg-up on yer day!!!




Combichrist - Sent To Destroy



From: DaveDoom51
02/04/2010 12:45:34


Well, it has come time to touch bases with all my friends again. Often I can't catch some of my friends on-line to speak with them in a personal way, and this is my way of letting them know I still care. As usual, my over-riding interest is in writing and I never know what to include with my comment.....This time I am choosing a video (everyone likes video it seems) that I enjoy....I am Native American, and I wrote this poem as an occult celebration of my heritage. I do hope you enjoy the vid!




Toltec Dreams



From: DaveDoom51
01/26/2010 05:54:43


I figured I was overdue for a visit to my friends, so here is a lil something I hope will set the mood for your day.





Daemon Mass



From: darkangel_blackwings
01/24/2010 17:47:58

Here is something from my archives..I hope you enjoy..

Mother
Dark




Come into my darkness,

let the raven kiss your virgin lips~

lips that have only tasted my womb of light.

Come now, dance within my darkness.



No flowers bright and fragrant,

no sweet songs of birds to lull you into inner peace,

no, mine is the nightshade, the numbing Belladonna,

it's bitterness taking your last breath.

And my birds sing a different song,

a song of death, destruction, rot.

Look into my eyes, do you fear to see my other side?

Does your breath catch and hold as you spiral down~

Down into my abyss, into a place you fear to go?



Mine is the black bird glutted on flesh.

Mine is the bitches with fire in their eyes.

Mine is the body ridged and foul.

Mine is the blackness of the moon.

Mine is revenge, war, death and destruction.

Mine is the weighing of your heart.

Mine is your fate, cut and sealed.



I am your demons that lurk just beneath the surface of that thin light.

I hold the ocean of blood, the darkness of the abyss is mine...chaos!

You know my names...

and in truth you know my darkness.

I am unavoidable.

No hinding place, not even in the light.

Eventually you all come into my darkness,

into my womb-tomb.



I am all that you hide from,

all that you are afraid to face.

I am the sucker of your breath,

the stiller of your heart,

the washer of your soul.

But in the end, it matters not...

You will all face me...

Better it be in knowledge and acceptance.

For I am...

Even though some refuse to see...

I am...



©October,
2008~DarkAngel_BlackWings~
all rights reserved



 



From: darkangel_blackwings
01/10/2010 16:23:16




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