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Due to some privacy issues [May. 9th, 2005|02:27 pm]
[Mood | calm]
[Music |Evils Toy - Transparent Frequencies]



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[Feb. 2nd, 2005|09:23 pm]

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*pushes express note through little LJ hole* [Nov. 31st, 2004|09:26 pm]
[Music |Schmandaul - Der junge Siegfried]

Busy, probably every day until Friday next week. Post-Then, I am going to crumble like the proverbial cookie, drag myself into a box and poke my eyes out with a rusty tap for the next millenia or so.

A great big 'bah!' to my Lutheran ancestors, who just had to leave Prussia and give birth to my grandmother here. Couldn't they have waited a few generations so I'd have popped out a fresh, happy, damchen?
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Spider Dust [Oct. 12th, 2004|08:43 pm]
[Mood | sad]
[Music |Velvet Acid Christ - Falling Snow]

... I have this really awful gut feeling that something bad has happened, beyond my reach.

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I sincerely apologise for adopting the role of the resident mopey git as of late, and if I have/ or will offend some of you with a rather distant social attitude I apologise for that as well. Once exam season is over I shall return to flogging you all with gelatinous spoons of many exquisite and jelly-like delights.

Socially, emotionally, academicaly, spiritually... complete inner chaos, but I promise myself a nice bright light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.
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Ugh... [Oct. 11th, 2004|11:07 am]
[Mood |dead]
[Music |Fantomas (in head... mmmmm.)]

Body = hurting.

Mind = fine, slight flecks of disorder.

Thought = Liberals in, fearing potential disposal of HECS. The common man overuses his mouth in so many unnecessary situations, I should stop following his example; become something more than a contemporary megaphone. I should stop thinking about pushing myself, get down to business. Just 'do'.

Composure and style = Appear to have dissapeared for this morning. I don't miss them for once.

To summarise = Physically, mentally tranquilised. Capacity equal to that of a rotting doorstop. =(
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::Smoke Screens:: [Oct. 6th, 2004|12:59 pm]
[Mood | complacent]
[Music |Blue Dahlia - Angel Wings]

Social Gratification.

There are those you dearly love, whom you have acknowledged as one of your own and as separate, important identities that you not only befriend for human companionship and understanding... but an avenue of sacrifice and to diminish the illusion of human separateness. People like these, make us realise that we are part of a bigger picture. That we have a purpose and mechanism no matter how great or small.

...and then there are those who you would liken to eating a giant bowl of strawberry icecream. In itself, the ice cream is nothing important, or has no identity or feelings that mean even a thing to you..but give temporary feelings of pleasure and settlement. They are an extension of yourself, just another rusty screw to support your feisable existance. You test your social skills upon them, and evaluate yourself. They are mere bricks, a test of self-worth. As mirrors to reflect the view of yourself, they are quite unreliable. Every one will be different, and the more you obtain, the more insecure and confused you become about your reasons for being here.

Well, you don't need these kinds of people. You should not use them, especially if they recognise you as somebody important, and somebody who they are willing to give a part of themselves up for. They will only produce worthless questions, that will unduly challenge your confidence and self esteem. You can find better mirrors in those who matter, and the best one of all lies within your own mind.. the decisions you make about yourself, your existance and what you plan to do with it. Who you plan to share this with, what level of humanity (or inhumanity, for some) you will dwell within and continue to dwell there even after death. The mind doesn't die, if it has found it's home once the body passes on.

So these pointless acquaintances, by all means nurture them where necessary. Be polite, provide for their needs if it brings you pleasure, but do not give them false hope... do not keep them close and most of all, do not allow them to bring you pain or confusion. If they are not within your borders, then that is exactly where they wish to stay. They will learn a valuable lesson by your refusal to right of entry into your heart, they will learn a little more about themselves..they will be able to step back, and view the reality around them.. and see that it is different from yours. Shed no tears for them, because they will be in vain. Because in your world, they are mere flowers. Pretty for a moment, their scent brings pleasure... but they hold no significance and it would certainly not do you any good to cry if they wilted, especially when there are magnificent angels that drift by your side and one too many dangerous creatures lurking behind your back.
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Sarcasmic [Oct. 5th, 2004|08:12 pm]
[Mood | indescribable]
[Music |Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Sorrows Child]

I have come to the conclusion that I spend far too much time on LJ whilst not using my extremely limited net hours in a more wholesome manner. And yes children, this is bad candy..very bad.

But an update pour vous just for the hell of it.

James and I went halves in a Magic: The Gathering box set which has now allowed me to customise my deck a little thanks to a few boosters and a core set in green, the colour of the pre-built deck I bought. We spent the afternoon with Josh + his brother Adam flogging one another with various beasties and being met with that same newbish confusion/following conversation that so many other players must look back on in a few years and laugh down upon. But I'm having fun! And learning... I suppose that is the whole point, and you must begin somewhere no?

I need more 'plains' mana cards, I crave polished angels and shiny clerics.

And you know what else....?

My seven year war with potatoes is at an end. After years of vegetable character assasination, I quite like them now.

*~*~*~*~*~***~*~*~*~

Just more distracted thoughts to cradle the line between head and heart that is breaking. Mmm hmmm.
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Chappy Snaps [Oct. 4th, 2004|09:05 pm]
[Mood | drained]
[Music |New Order - Dead Stars]

Photos from AltAdelaide picnic, Virginia's party and weekend le' villa Sean.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/PsyKat/gothbattery.jpg

A Sean(centre), Phil (far left) and Bethany (far right) powered battery

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Markus *swoon*

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Sean and Draven

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I + Markus, sporting the 'God' postcard I attatched to him halfway down Rundle Mall

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Prior to fatal epileptic seisure - Dazmo aka The Birdman =D

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Dave attempting camera steal-age

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'Son of Salad fingers' as stalked by Dave and Markus

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The sleeping Markus, featuring ornamental battery and son of salad fingers ^_^

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Gem attempting to drink contents of household lava lamp

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/PsyKat/Phil.jpg

Phil as snapped by Sean

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/PsyKat/Wall.jpg

.. My absolute favourite out of all of these =) M + I

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Sean's hat + Philip the undercover broken heart (TM)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/PsyKat/Seaneyes.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/PsyKat/seanmouth.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/PsyKat/seantattoo.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/PsyKat/Sean.jpg

Sean's series of self-photography

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Sean, yet again.

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* Okay, now this picture had us all baffled. Markus was walking toward Sean on Virginia's front fence and he snapped the photo. There had been nothing obstructing him and when the photo had been taken, nobody saw anything unusual.... Thus appeared the 'Soul Worm' as I dubbed it. Some were convinced that it was a ghost, or kind of apparition and the rest of us thought it was possibly the street light sitting behind, later observed that it was possibly a moth or insect flying in the background..but then again, it had flown in front of him. And it stops right at his mouth, he didn't feel anything. Make up your own mind I guess, I'd be interested to have this one analysed.




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Apologies for my absence regarding internet presence, I was out all day Friday, and after the AltAdelaide picnic/Virginia's party Markus, Grace and I stayed at Sean's for two nights (thankyou dear!)
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Just as the clouds have gone to sleep.. [Sep. 30th, 2004|09:11 pm]
[Mood |Speechless]
[Music |Subway to Sally - Herrin des Feuers]

Give me what's rightfully mine! Or I'll hit you with this brick.
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.

.........

Where to start describing what has/is happening to me?


.....

I am happy, in love, at peace.. but will soon fall to pieces.

That is all.
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Early morning ramble [Sep. 27th, 2004|08:43 am]
[Mood |La la la la la la]
[Music |The Birthday Party - Guilt Parade]

*inspects pile of post-its labeled 'today'* Now let's see..

1:00 pm: Waddle over to bus stop and commence usual nauseating public transportation regime

Later: Acquire Markus, squish him into oblivion and be slain even more horrificly at Magic: the gathering than before (given that last time, he mana burned himself to death so I could win my first game.. Gyahahahahahahahahah *choke* I'm so feeble)

Even Later: Frolic to Sean's house for movie watching, witty banter, music exchanging and possibly further stupified gazing at Neo the axylotyl (sp?)

Hence more lateness: Curl up, sleep. Sling M. over shoulder, deposit him at city. Return to lair.

Spent hours on a new sketch last night, tried a bit of realism rather than usual scribbly, psuedo-anime style. Quite like it as a new direction (will adopt in future sketching)

Jez- Have fun in America dear =D *jealousy*

Mmmmm, nice and cloudy outside for a change. The sky looks like an endless void of fluffy white cotton candy (evidence that Bethany should still be in her bed dreaming about lemming trains)

Well breakfast and beautification beckon. J.P- sorry I haven't replied to your letter as of yet, holiday peak season has begun =/ Am missing you!

*snargle*
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....Tick Tock....Tick Tock [Sep. 24th, 2004|08:04 pm]
[Mood | moody]
[Music |VNV Nation - Genesis]

Australian History - A
English Studies - B (Growl!)
Transition Education - A
Legal Studies - B
Nutrition - A
Tourism - B

Not too shabby I guess. A bit dissapointed with lack of creative writing tasks in English but considering how much effort I put into each subject, I deserved it.

'Although water has the power to overcome all things, an ocean cannot hold fire.. A raft must be built between them.'

This is something a special young lady named Gina, and myself came up with today.. prior to an intense discussion about our personal beleifs, and a dilemma that has recently presented itself to me. This proverb is the solution to my problem. It concerns the conflict of fire and water, which is the symbolic source of all that currently troubles me. The raft, seems to represent earth.. something stable, or a result of persistance. I implore it to appear, and it will... But how to go about finding the materials, and of which kind is another question.
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Immortality in Monochrome [Sep. 23rd, 2004|02:02 pm]
[Mood | sad]
[Music |The Angels of Venice/Subway to Sally (one after the other)]

It's Ostara, and I can most certainly feel it. An ambivalence of sadness, a desire to want to cross an unthinkable border and an intense passion to live, be happy and rejoice in every living thing around me.

"The Spring Equinox is a time both of fertility and new life, and of balance and harmony. Light and dark are here in balance, but the light is growing stronger. It is a time of birth, and of manifestation. "

..Let's hope so.

(below)

Yes, I'm in lyrical mode again. I was quite taken by this song when I heard it just last night.

~*~*~ Where good girls go to die ~*~*~*

Step into this picture
Release all your light
I think God has gone mad... here tonight

You can't believe your eyes,
Control is so hard to keep
Obsession can be hell
From which you'll never be free
It's all for the taking, here tonight

Where good girls go to die
That's where I'll be
Waiting for my love with my heart on my sleeve

Forget about the future
Forget about the past.
My heart beats so,
My hands are cold
Please God make this moment last

You seek to fill me
With virtues I lack
I'll turn your pure white wings to pure black.

You've pushed too far and now
You've lost control can't you see?
You thought you were the master
But you're down on your knees.
It's all for the taking, here tonight

Where good girls go to die
That's where I'll be,
Remembering our love as if it were a disease.

Forget about the future
It wasn't meant to last
My heart beats slow my hands are cold
Oh God it's the end at last.
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SPPPOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN! [Sep. 22nd, 2004|09:21 pm]
[Mood | geeky]
[Music |London After Midnight - Where good girls go to die]

My request was played on Shadowplay radio. Huzzah! Thankyou Anita <3

Sailor Pluto
you are... SAILOR PLUTO


Which Sailor Scout are you?
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::ButterflyDom:: [Sep. 19th, 2004|03:24 pm]
[Mood | tired]
[Music |Subway to Sally - Sommertog]

[info]chemuel stayed Friday night - Happy and uber triple gworg-ities. He introduced me to a beautiful German Folk metal band called Subway to Sally, and quite honestly I'm in love with their sound. It's a nice blend between romanticism, medieval folk and the energy of conventional metal (which is something that usually doesn't get much rotation in my musical collection)

English 'Wenn Engel Hassen' lyrics )

The following afternoon (Saturday) we headed into the city to collate for DJ Sean's housewarming party. I laughed so much and met some wonderful, intruiging people including [info]qithoras, [info]pr0sthetix and a guy from Melbourne who met Siouxsie and Budgie (twice!) some years ago, plus some other bands of personal high distinction. I met many others (Jo, Cameron, Adam, Winston, Jade, Jamie and 'Viking') some fellow that looks strikingly like Brian Molko and a drunken lad who tried to force feed me ritz crackers whist poking and making incessant threats to fart me into oblivion. Apologies to the others whose names I cannot remember.

List of people already known who attended

[info]kaldicuck_666
[info]chemuel
[info]dazmo
[info]shiftybob
[info]wintersdaughter
[info]x_nicky_x
Draven
Sean (..duh)
Justin
Other Justin (who I don't really know but meh)
Christopher

[info]thabath made a brief appearance at Gloria Jeans near the beginning, but then wandered elsewhere.

Watching/humouring drunken folk surrounding whilst being completely sober was very amusing, though I thought one young lady in particular went a bit too far overboard (unsure of who she was)

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! (of which was noted at the party by a select few, and count down was had at midnight followed by an ominous roar of "YAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR MATTEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"'s. Winston, one of those who joined us in the 'melancholia room' actually dressed up as one.)

'Melancholia room' - Sean's loungeroom which twas the place to sit and look sombre, occasionally share laughter, psychoananalyse one another, chain massage, interrogate, escape general noisyness and inevitably curl up and sleep.

SOM played several times. Me = Contented.

I haven't really gotten any sleep the last couple of nights. I think on Friday, for a couple of hours maybe and a little while this morning. Either way, I know that walking into the city with my RipSaws on afterwards with little more than a few calories of cracker related energy to burn in the blaring sun was not my most favourite part of today. So this is brought to you via the line between sleep typing and intent to post from beyond the grave.

X_X..Yet I still don't sleep. I want to listen to more gorgeous German Folk Metal and download some 'Shadow Project' tracks that were so highly recommended to me.

And that emptiness returns, the gaping hole that opens everytime I am forced to tell him goodbye and begin the wait. But I'm still smiling, and have things that need attending to regardless of whether or not I like their course. I'm still alive... blessed and thankful. Just a few more weeks to go and then I can enjoy complete social freedom for a time, but right now I need to demand focus and complete discipline of myself to complete the final tasks at hand concerning school.. most notably exams. And if this doesn't come than well, I shall have to flog it out with the nodules on Draven's beloved rusty kettle. =D
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::People will eat themselves:: [Sep. 18th, 2004|10:30 am]
[Mood | amused]
[Music |Fields of the Nephilim - For her light]

Today = Pretty.

What's going on in that brain of yours this time? )

www.engrish.com <--- Extremely entertaining site Courtney referred me to last night. I am considering buying some of these shirts.

I think this says it all..





(I think I'm going to actually buy this)
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[Sep. 16th, 2004|08:21 am]
[Mood |Surly]
[Music |The Pear Tree (???) Unknown artist.]

My major English essay... Relating to choice of two independant texts -

Susan Hill 'The Woman in Black'

Mary Shelley 'Frankenstein'

Basically just a rant about modern Gothic literature, and quite a biased, slightly pretentious one at that but I wanted to really strengthen and support my argument.

Your constructive criticism/feedback is muchly appreciated. Just click the link.

Smite me )

 


 

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::Perfumed and Bloodied:: [Sep. 14th, 2004|12:31 pm]
[Mood | cold]
[Music |Death in June - To Drown a Rose]

I have but a few minutes to spare, yet so much to say. So I'll be brief about my thoughts.

I am calm, I am happy, I am no longer afraid. I am ready. I have learnt to add rather than subtract, concerning matters of the mind. Adding a positive to a negative, or a negative to a positive to counter one or the other...

No catastrophising

No fortune telling

No mind reading

This is my new regime, so far all I feel is balance. Let's hope it stays this way, I'll have to force it.

Fate appears to be prying those I love from my grasp, perhaps this is my weapon to deal with it.

I will overcome.
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Kill Bill.... with frying pans. [Sep. 11th, 2004|08:31 pm]
[Mood | amused]
[Music |Deep Forest - The Bird]

You are The Bride
You are "The Bride", you're the woman who
was screwed over by her friends and boss, Bill,
and you know seek revenge without any fear.


Which Kill Bill Character are you: Volume 1
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(note to Alties: Kudos for being so amusing today)

Oh, and I just realised it's September 11. Erm, now for the obligatory sign of respect.

...................

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Wibble.
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Dancing on Pandoras Box [Sep. 10th, 2004|09:41 am]
[Mood | pensive]
[Music |The Fall - God Box]

Ahh....the etheric noises resonating from an army of synthetic, dada jeans scraping up against one another in the foreground. The home slice patrol is paying a visit to the humble Seaford library, be-afroed little heads clearly visible from behind the book stands. Such 'insightful' social comments resonate from their lazilly parting lips, the odd attempt at a 'beat box'. Valuable existance? Two dollar aisle, to put it lightly.

 

Pointless social commentary aside, I saw the doctor yesterday.. Apparantly I have lost five-seven kilograms within a month. At first I am forced to celebrate this decline in squishiness, yet I wonder about why it's happened. I've been 65 for the last couple of years and now I'm about 59. I haven't changed anything, maybe it's due to all my hard-booted frolics around the city. My blood pressure is about 104, which the nurse assured me was 'exceptional' though my pulse rate was way up...And I was feeling pretty normal. Perhaps I'm just regularly anxious without even realising, thinking...thinking... always thinking, most are wasted thoughts. A cannon ball to the head or two, deport me to Jamaica where they'll introduce me to colour and I'll be cured.

 

 Romanticism/Realism... I'm always floating somewhere in between the two. The lines can become blurred to the point of madness. Blurred to the point..that it bruises, and ultimately consumes.

 

This morning I actually found no reason to be leaping out of bed..which I have done so for the last month or so. I just wanted to be alone, foetal if you will. Left to my dreams. I still maintian that if after I die, I want it to be like I am sleeping..dreaming forever outside of my own body, I will be sedated. I will beleive in the things around me, I will not doubt their reality or authenticity because I will not be, as the poet of the Orange Tree put it, 'goaded by the green'...

 

OH! And before I forget to post it again...

 

Interview by [info]varjosusi

 

1. How did you originally find GN?

 

I can’t quite remember actually, it’s been that long. I’m pretty sure it was linked from some novel ‘goth humour site’ or other. It’s also been some time since I visited there last due to having increasingly less time on my hands for anything other than LJ and MSN. Maybe I should get into the habit of going back, discussions were always at an intelligent or colourful level and people always had a lot to offer in terms of advice and experience.

 

2. If you could live anywhere in the world, except your current country, where would you choose to live?

 

Hmm...  tough decision as I don’t think you really know a country until you’ve visited it. From impression alone, I guess I would say Japan, at the moment. The people are so passionate, enthusiastic, imaginative and...mad. I think the culture sits at such a wonderful level between the super modern and traditional; everything appears so profound. I’d possibly feel more at home there than I do in Australia.

 

3. What is the meaning of life? ;) jk.. if you could change one thing about your past, what would it be?

 

I would not change a thing about my past, because I think everything and everyone has purpose and intent exactly as planned from the beginning. Everything you are given before should be learnt from, and that knowledge put into practice here and now. There are certainly things I would change now and will in the future, but not ‘then’.

 

And the meaning of life is a Monty Python movie ^_^

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Heh... 'Chum Bucket' [Sep. 9th, 2004|01:46 pm]
[Mood |*laughing*]
[Music |The Birthday Party - Kathy's Kisses]

(For reasons of current loud, uncontrollable laughter.. see below)

You are Ol' Chummy



You look old for your age. Hygiene is just that thing that happens to other Pirates. You like what you like. Taking a cannonball to the head in your younger days hasn't helped. Not one to take risks, you enjoy quiet evenings on your bunk. You're a collector. You like things. Not, "nice" things- just things. Some people think of you as a blight on humanity - a carbuncle on the alabaster skin of man. You think of yourself as a swell guy with lots of friend - just the one, but lots of him. If you weren't a pirate, but rather lived in the 21st Century, you would be the kind of guy who has played a computer game for four days without thinking of showering and living solely on Mountain Dew and Cool Ranch Doritos. What you lack in physical attractiveness you more than make up for in interesting skin conditions. What's the upside of all of this? With the Captain's lifestyle, you are likely to be running the ship in a week or two. Ahead! Warp Factor ONE!




What's Yer Inner Pirate?
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And don't forget, September 19 is talk like a pirate day!
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