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The Ultimate Showdown;-) [
Mar. 28th, 2006 at 6:49pm]
[ mood | amused ]



3 Fears meFear me Pray for Mercy Memories Edit

Mar. 27th, 2006 at 4:07pm]
[ mood | cold ]

The Phantom Opera Ghost

Y: I feel you, from beyond the walls you speak to me
M: Christine my love Paris now will worship you
You will star soon I'll kill to make it sure for you
Y: Oh my love, won't you please show yourself to me
M: Soon I'll take you in my kingdom you're the queen.
It's dark and peaceful but my face you'll never see, no
M: Oh Christine on this eve I will come for you
Y: Erik my love, I've waited all my life for you
Please just take me I need to be with you
M: Take my hand, through the catacombs my lair awaits
Y: Caverns, mazes, the underworld and the blackest lake.
Enticing danger, your passion feeds me I'm your slave
Y: Now I've bathed in fear. I will not leave here
M: Breathe deep the darkness. Breathe deep the madness
Y: I'm so cold inside. Mental suicide
M: Breathe deep the darkness. Breathe deep the sadness
M: Oh Christine don't you know it's all for you
Carlotta's head and the other death's I planned.
All for you, to have your night in the spotlight.
From now on forevermore you will only sing for me
Y: So you are, you are the legend. The Phantom Opera Ghost
M: I am what man has made me. With his hate and cruel ways
Y: Why are you?
M: Why am I?
Y&M: The Phantom Opera Ghost
Y: I have to see
M: You'll never see
Y&M: What's behind the mask
Y: I'm so torn between love, death, life, and hate
M: Don't you doubt me, what we have is just our fate.
I now own you from this day forth; you'll be my slave
Y: Oh Dear God for this life I've lost the will
M: No this can't be I'd rather you die than spoil my dream.
Myself I'll kill if I can't have you no one will

2 Fears meFear me Pray for Mercy Memories Edit

Taken from Angel... again;-) [
Mar. 23rd, 2006 at 1:30pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Four things you would eat on the last day of your life:

Four CDs from your collection that you will never get tired of:
Edward Scissorhands OST
Damnation (Opeth)
Once (Nightwish)
Bloody Kisses (Type O Negative) 

Four movies that made you think:
Donnie Darko
Brother of Sleep
Edward Scissorhands 
The Crow
Four vacations you have taken:

Four songs stuck in your head frequently:
Silence in your eyes (Deine Lakaien)
Symphonie (Silbermond) 
Carmina Burana (no idea where this comes from....)
Point of no return

Four things you'd like to learn:
getting along with my 10000 personalities;-)

Four beverages you drink frequently: 
Orange juice

Four TV shows you liked when you were a kid:
Die Schlümpfe:-)
Sailor Moon *coughs*
Four things you wanted to be when you grew up:
an actress
a veterinary
an author
a doctor

Four places to go in your city: 
Seven Days
Irish Pub
The "Cinema"

 Four things that never fail to cheer you up: 
My friends
My cat *cuddles* 
Spending time in nature 

Pray for Mercy Memories Edit

Nabbed from Angel [
Mar. 21st, 2006 at 10:24pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

 Only two rules-- and you MUST follow them.

--1. You can only say YES or NO!

--2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!

Taken a picture naked?
--> No
Made out with a member of the same sex?
--> No

Danced in front of your mirror?
--> Yes

Told a lie?
--> Yes

Got in a car with people you just met?
--> Yes

Been in a fist fight?
--> No
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?
--> No

Been arrested?
--> No

Left your house without telling your parents?
--> Yes

Ditched school to do something more fun?
--> Yes

Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?
--> Yes

Seen someone die?
--> No

Kissed a picture?
--> No

Slept in until 3?
--> Yes

Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?
--> Yes

Played dress up?
--> Yes

Fallen asleep at work/school?
--> Yes

Felt an earthquake?
--> No

Touched a snake?
--> Yes

Ran a red light?
--> Yes

Had detention?
--> No

Been in a car accident?
--> No

Pole danced?
--> No

Been lost?
--> Yes

Sang karaoke?
--> No

Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
--> Yes

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
--> No

Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
--> Yes

Kissed in the rain?
--> No

Sang in the shower?
--> No

Got your tongue stuck to a pole?
--> No

Ever gone to school partially naked?
--> No

Sat on a roof top?
--> Yes

Played chicken?
--> Yes

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
--> Yes

Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?
--> Yes

Broken a bone?
--> No

Mooned/flashed someone?
--> No

Forgotten someone's name?
--> Yes

Slept naked?
--> Yes

Played a prank on someone?
--> Yes

Felt like killing someone?
--> Yes

Cried over someone?
--> Yes

Had sex more than 10 times in one day?
--> No

Had/Have a dog?
--> No

Been in a band?
--> No

Drank 25 sodas in a day?
--> No

Shot a gun?
--> No


Pray for Mercy Memories Edit

Mar. 18th, 2006 at 1:18pm]
Handwriting Analysis

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

You like to be surrounded by four solid walls.
You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.
You are negative, fearful, resistant, doubtful, and/or selfish.
You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.
You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.

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Mar. 18th, 2006 at 12:36pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

SHE said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.


1 Fears meFear me Pray for Mercy Memories Edit

Mar. 7th, 2006 at 9:17pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

tagged by centim

Ground Rules: Name your Top 20 List Of Lust, in no particular order. Your neighbor or grade school teacher doesn't count. The list can be male, female or mixed. They can be real life celebrities or characters in a movie or TV show. For example, you might want to gag Mariska Hargitay, while still lusting after Butchy McFabulous Olivia Benson.

Tag 5 people on your flist to do this meme.

01. Johnny Depp
02. Tuomas Holopainen
03. Joaquin Phoenix  
04. Erik (formally known as The Phantom of the Opera:)) 
05. Severus Snape *tuts*
06. Bela B. (u know why if u´ve heared his voice)
07. Nicolas de Lenfent
08. Draco Malfoy
Perttu Kivilaakso
10. Puss in boots;-) *purr*
11. Gerard Butler
12. Tarja Turunen
13. Peter Steele
14. Jyrki 69
15. Lestat de Lioncourt
16. Alan Rickman
17. Helena Bonham Carter
18. Graf von Krolock
19. Winona Ryder
20. Jude Law    

1 Fears meFear me Pray for Mercy Memories Edit

A winter fairy tale [
Mar. 5th, 2006 at 7:16pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

 Some pictures i took today...




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Mar. 2nd, 2006 at 12:47pm]
[ mood | working ]

What Type of Eyes Does Your Soul Have? (girls)(pics)

Eyes of Death - Your soul posesses Eyes of Death. The darkest and most dangerous of all eyes one's soul can posesess, you live life seeing the world through darkness and pain. The sun does not exist in your world and the tears you cry are made of blood. You have few if any friends and none of them are close to you. Your emotions have become numb over time, and you feel as if all you are waiting for is death's cold kiss. You probably have the ability to write the most beautiful poetry this world has ever seen, and you probably understand many things about the world that others could not possibly imagine. You see things for what they are, and you are never afraid to be blunt. Your eyes scream of desparation, but no one ever tries to see the pain that lives inside you every day of your life. The darkness is your master, and you do not see that changing any day soon.
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Mar. 1st, 2006 at 11:08am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Mein Publikum - Der Augenblick


Das Kind, das ich einst war, sah still und länger hin,
Es ruhte auf der Luft ...
doch irgenddann brach ich aus mir herab.
Ich fiel hinein in die Zeit, doch leider nicht unendlich weit ...
Mein Schmetterfels : Vergänglichkeit.
Und während mein Blick nun jahrelang durch
Gedankenscherben strich,
sich nur schmerzlich weiten konnte, flog die Zeit in meinem
Schatten, und drängte traurig heimlich

Erst an welker Nächte Morgen, als scherbenfrei der Blick sich
spannte, sah ich in seiner ganzen Fülle, Die Zeit, die sich
"mein Leben" nannten, ja, die ich einst als Kind schon kannte,
ein Lichtspiel eines kindlichen Seins, das wandelfarb'nen
mich, ja mich, erwünschte.

Ihr Blick glitt weich in Silben :

"Ich bin Dein einzig' Publikum,
drum mein Wesen fühl' vertraut,
laß sehn wohin man durch Dich schaut
und fühlen mich mit Deiner Haut,
Ich erlebe, was Dir wirklich ist.
Ich bin Dein einzig' Publikum,
drum mein Wesen denk' vertraut,
Ich möchte, was Dein Geist anstaunt.
Ich bin inbei."

Sie schmiegte sich wild an meine Hülle,
Taumelasche sprach von "Wind",
Sie ist Neugier - die Endlose,
Staubfliehender hieß dies "Hast".

Sie nahm meine Gesten,
wie Ich sie innigst meinte,
und ehe Ich "AlleinSein" sehnte,
erfloß Sie all mein Sein
langsam, dunkel, voll und sanft ...

Jetzt bin ich beinah wieder Kind,
frei belebe ich jeden Moment,
ohne Furcht vor vielem Gestern,
denn in Zeit bin ich mir selbst Geschenk.

Der Moment ist dabei Publikum.
Mein Lidschlag fordert ihn heraus,
mein Lächeln ist wie sein Applaus,
Und manchmal gleicht mein leerer Blick
seinem enttäuschten Entsetzen,
denn wenn ich ihm nichts mehr zeigen kann,
erhebt er sich - verläßt mich schnell,
und nur einem gefällt meine starre Not,
nun ist es vorbei.

Denn da klatscht

Der Tod.

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Only genius has a new word for a new thought - A tribute to Heinrich Heine [
Feb. 25th, 2006 at 10:23pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

 "As if under a triumphal arch of collossal masses of clouds, the sun drew upwards, victorious, cheerful, secure, auguring a lovely day. But for me it was like the poor moon, that still stood fading in the sky. It had wandered along its solitary path in the barren nighttime, when happiness slumbered and only ghosts, owls and sinners walked abroad; and now, as the young day climbed forth, with jubilant beams and shimmering dawn, now must it depart -- just one wistful glance toward the great light of the world, and it disappeared like fragrant mist.
 "It will be a lovely day," called my travelling companion to me from the wagon. Yes, it will be a lovely day, repeated softly my praying heart, and trembled with melancholy and joy. Yes, it will be a lovely day, the sun of freedom will warm the earth more happily than all the combined stars of the aristocracy; a new generation will blossom up, engendered in the embrace of free choice, not in the bed of compulsion and under control of spiritual customs officers; with the free birth for men will come also free thoughts and feelings into the world, of which we who are born as servants have no notion -- Oh! they will apprehend just as little how horrible was the night, in whose darkness we have had to live, and how atrociously we have had to fight, with ugly ghosts, thumping owls and sanctimonious sinners! O we poor fighters! that we have had to misspend our lifetimes in such battles and are now tired and pale, as the day of victory beams forth! The glow of the sunrise will no longer be able to redden our cheeks and warm our hearts, we'll die off like the perishing moon -- the wander-path of Man is measured all too short, and at its end is the implacable grave.
 I really know not, if I deserve to have the laurel wreath one day adorn my coffin. Poesy, as much as I may have loved it, was always but a holy plaything to me, or the consecrated means to a divine end. I have never placed great value on poet's fame, and if one praises my songs or censures them, it concerns me little. But ye should lay a sword upon my coffin; for I was a good soldier in the liberation wars of mankind."



Twilights of the Gods

Fair May has come with all her golden radiance,
And silken breezes and warm, spicy fragrance,
She lures us kindly with her snow-white blossoms,
And greets us from a thousand blue-eyed violets,
And spreads a wide flowery verdant carpet,
Interwoven with sunshine and morning dew,
And thus summons the well-loved human children.
The stupid folk blindly obeys this first call.
The men in haste put on their fancy trousers,
And Sunday coats with golden glassy buttons.
The women all wear the white of innocence.
Young men take care to twirl their spring-mustachios;
The maidens all begin heaving their bosom;
The city poets stuff into their pockets
Paper and pencil and lorgnette, and gaily
The confused moving crowds make for the gate,
Camping outside upon the lush verdant turf,
Amazed to see how quickly the trees have grown,
Playing with the sweet colorful flowerets,
Hearing the songs of the merry birds above,
And shouting exaltations towards heaven.
To me came also May, and three times she knocked
Against my door, and cried: I am the May!
You pallid dreamer, come, I fain would kiss you!
I kept my door tightly locked and answered:
Your lures are all in vain, evil stranger.
I have seen through you, I also have seen through
The fabric of the world, I have seen too much,
And far too deep, and all my pleasure is gone,
And eternal torments quiver in my heart.
I see through all the hard and stony covers
Of human houses and of human hearts,
And see in both lies, deceit and misery.
I read men's thoughts by looking at their faces,
They're mostly evil! In the maiden's blushing
I see the quivering of a hidden lust;
On the inspired and haughty head of youth
I see jiggle the cap-and-bells of folly;
And caricatures and sickly shadows
Are all I see upon this earth, I now doubt
If earth is a madhouse or a hospital.
I see too plainly through the old earth's crust,
As though it were crystal, I see the horrors
Which May is vainly striving to conceal
With pleasing green turf . There I see the dead;
They lie below in their narrow coffins,
With hands folded together, eyes wide open,
White are their robes, and whiter are their faces,
And out of their yellow lips, worms are crawling.
I see the son sitting beside his loved-one,
Taking their pleasure upon his father's grave;
The nightingales are singing derisive songs;
The tender meadow flowers laugh with malice,
And, deep in his grave, the dead father stirs,
While the dear old mother-earth shudders with pain.
Oh Earth, poor Earth, your sorrows, I know so well!
I see the glow that is heaving in your breast,
And I see you bleeding from a thousand veins,
I see your gaping wound torn wide and open,
Pouring a wild stream of flame and smoke and blood.
I see your proud defiant giant-children,
A primeval brood, arising from dark gulfs
And wildly swinging red torches in their hands.
They fix their iron ladders on the sky's edge
And rush to storm the citadel of Heaven;
Black dwarfs swarm wildly after them; and, crackling,
All the golden stars above crumble to dust.
With daring hands, they tear the golden curtains
From God's own shrine; the blessed troop of angels
Fall upon their faces, shrieking at this sight.
The pallid God sits upon his dreadful throne,
Plucks his crown off his head and tears his hair,
And still nearer and nearer draws the wild horde.
The giants fiercely hurl their blazing torches
Into the realms of Heaven, the dwarfs belabor
With flaming scourges on the angel's backs;
They bend and they twist in agonizing pain,
And they are seized by the hair and whirled away;
And my own angel likewise, I do see there,
With his blond locks and ever charming features,
And with everlasting love around his mouth,
And with great beatitude in his blue eyes.
A fearful hideous black goblin comes along,
Tears my pallid trembling angel from the ground,
Grins as he ogles his fair and noble limbs,
And clasps him firmly in a tender embrace.
A horror shriek echoes through the universe,
The pillars topple, Earth and Heaven collapse,
And the ancient night resumes its long dark rule. 
Death and his Brother Sleep 
 There’s a mirror likeness between those two
shining, youthfully-fledged figures, though
one seems paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,
than he, who would take me confidingly in his arms –
how soft then and loving his smile, how blessed his glance!
Then, it might well have been that his wreath
of white poppies gently touched my forehead, at times,
and drove the pain from my mind with its strange scent.
But that is transient. I can only, now, be well,
when the other one, so serious and pale,
the older brother, lowers his dark torch. –
Sleep is so good, Death is better, yet
surely never to have been born is best.

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Jan. 7th, 2006 at 7:04pm]
[ mood | blah ]

Which Anne Rice Vampire do you most resemble? (Very nice Pictures)

Nicholas: Oh yeah, baby! You know... you are sick of all this hooplah about you being gone and all, I mean... does ANYONE realize you're not around anymore? Does he even CARE? How dare he not realize that you are the one and only thing that will let him survive, right? ..... Did you say cheese noodles?
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You are the Phantom of the Opera kiss!
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