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As music is so often better describing my moods than my meager vocabulary allows, mayhaps making this a musical journal of sorts is the right way to go. I'll add my own touches if the need arises, of course, but I'm perfectly with letting the music speak for me.
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Wow.
Dani Filth shouldn't be able to release music under the Cradle of Filth moniker any longer. The band that put out "Cruelty and the Beast" [admittedly, an album that's near and dear to me] no longer exists.
Dani's glittery. Like, pole dancer glittery. And he decided he wants to sing. My mind-- it is blown.
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Teeth
So, there was this house-- a house not unlike the one featured in House of Leaves whose inner proportions didn't seem to match the outer ones. I can't recall how I came to be in that house or if it was even mine. However, there I was, touring the place, a freshly made whiskey sour in my hand. After venturing through room after impossibly large room ( Read more... ) -
For all I ever wanted is all you ever flaunted
When I breathe, the heavens can't hold me and I can't believe anymore ( Read more... ) -
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Good lord-- I really need to clean up my "interests" list. Although, I have to admit, it's really quite interesting to see where I was at 3-4 years ago musically. Sad, but interesting nonetheless. -
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The mind wanders. I find myself dreaming of waves, their undulation my soundtrack. I have a yearning at the primal level to be overcome by the tide, to let it carry me where it may.
One day, perhaps.
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