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Name: Heir Bess
Birthday: 6/23/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: The reality of the metaphor as a medium of truth, in all its forms, figures and enumerations. I revel in the sanctity of language, the mastery of daemons (failing my own,) and the ripple of these atop each shattered tier of humanity. In effect, the "Inter Mentis ad Deo"
Expertise: Language, the quest of Divine Intimacy, Ritual, and exploration of the vast Seen and Unseen.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
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AIM:  Zognog
Member Since:
1/19/2005
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| Dreaming Dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...“…Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that
Darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting;
dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before…”
My demons will not leave me…
And I speak not of my Companion Brothers whose Voice so contentiously does annoy,
Whose vinegar Cacophony I do fear; Whose honey whispers’ in-trance I do enjoy,
But of living flesh and blood, and the poison fruit it bore,
That vicious cancer within my nightly dreams I must endure.
“Quaff, O Quaff this kind nepenthe!”
That dreaming dreams I might not so much wonder, nor murmur any longer,
The desolate plains of that keen slaughter,
Beaming from that nightly ponder,
Of each and every slumber somber. | | |
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So many thoughts scurry through the canals of my mind that
all orientation has disappeared - extinct by the chaotic gales. Voices sift through fears, regrets,
contemplations, and meditations exacting in secrecy Their agenda. Pain, sadness, worry, anxiety – shifting,
melding, racking against my brain.
I know that as soon as I take those little pills, it’ll all
go away…
What if I don’t want it to go away?
I feel the Darkness coursing through me, infecting each and
every vein.
It is a nightly question – succumb or keep on
resisting? Continue this numbing
regiment of drugs, or cast them off and be free?
I wish it were so simple as it sounds….
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| WHY WONT YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!
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| Today is the day that the Lamb of God is stretched across
the alter and made sacrifice for the sins of the World, His choicest partitioned
to the most pitiful sinners, that they might nail their sins to His Cross and
be Saved.
Remember. | | |
| Mine is the feeling of ambling cautiously in the
dark… | | |
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