The usual purpose of self-injury is not to attempt suicide,
but to relieve unbearable emotional pressure.

Alternatively, self-injury may be a means of feeling something,
even if the sensation is unpleasant.

Those who engage in self-harm face the contradicting reality of harming themselves
while at the same time feeling a relief from this act.

These acts to reduce tension and emotional distress and may lead to a feeling of calm.

As a coping mechanism, self-injury can become mentally addictive...






























Suicidal Blakk Metal Ist Liebe!

When night falls
she cloaks the world
in impenetrable darkness.
A chill rises
from the soil
and contaminates the air
suddenly...
life has new meaning.

Dunkelheit- Burzum

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Industrial_Society_and_Its_Future

i will cleanse humanity one day and return it to the natural order.
none of this conspicuous consumption will remain.
the stench of humanity's decadence sickens me and one day i will watch their corpses rot amongst the scrabble of the rats gorging on flesh still clutching their designer goods.

When we hang the capitalists they will sell us the rope we use.

Unknown, probably Lenin. Though possibly Trotsky or Stalin.

i REALLY do not want to join facebook, twitter et al.

i really hate it when people e mail me facebook invites or ask me to join any form of social network.
i am ANTI-social.
especially when it comes to people i seldom talk to.
and also especially when it comes to inferior peoples.
i hate people and cannot stand interacting with most of them in real life.
i definitely do not want to be associated with most in any manner.
especially one as bourgeoisie as facebook.

i am also not an advocate of posting one's picture online often.
doing so creates an atmosphere of conspicuous consumption.
where people compete against each other for being able to portray the most decadent life.

so if you see this, never ask me to join any sort of social networking.
i have only 9 years of society, after which i will become a hermit much like Ted Kaczynski (the Unabomber).

i do not want to spend these years among the filth of your materialist society.

Vast Souls
And Inhumans,
Bitten By Infected Jaws

Abandoned Minds
And Corpses
Lurking With Moulded Eyes
Lacerated Bodies
Without Mourners
Nodding In Gallows

Crushed Skulls
Tasting The Fur
Of Dying Cats

Needles, Injecting Pain
Flamable Skin
And Deadly Thirst
Beyond Mind
Is Sleep To Be Found
Leap, Leap, Leap,
Leap From Life,
Leave Your life,
Die With Me

Sterile Nails & Thunderbowels- Silencer

Drugs Are Good, M'Kay?

Hi, my name is selwyn.
and I support drug abuse.

drugs are an integral part of many traditional spiritualities.
drug use enables ascension to a higher mental plane than what is human.
drugs enable you to see what humanity was never meant to see.
it makes you a prophet.
or a visionary.

so listen to infected womb.
link to (authorised by artist) free download here.
http://www.last.fm/music/Infected+Womb

now tell me THIS isn't poetry!

Flesh the feeble flesh confines the pain and soul
Vault in which, the earthly way, i bear
Earth Love my denial
Tears as a gift upon my mirror
Bright...the pureness of the unperpetual
The meaningless heat of flesh, I ignore
Reflection of betrayal
Fear as a gift, a creeping splendour

Flows of ecstasies within the succubus
The carnal healings of the soul
Earthly form of illusion
Flesh, my desires a living radiance
Must of ecstasies the mankind's incubus
The carnal addictions of the soul
Concrete form of sorrow
Impure malignant indignation

Earthly Love- Gorguts

...and i was bored so i went to look at this katy perry girl you young people like so much.

i now have another reason to hate young people.

and i watched inception. its very good.
its a thinking movie.
so talk to me if you wanna hear me go all monk-like and zen and stuff.
especially since i shaved my head again.

oh yeah. its funny to come up with things mdc stands for. like the band mdc...

my dick's chocolate.
murder dick cheney
masturbating dead children
mothers deserve coke
masturbating dick cheney?
millions of dead cops.

By oppressing innocent life you've lost your rights
so now your end is justified.
Don't think that you've been given a choice. Your actions serve as your voice.
Your selfishness destroys the earth, so you've left us with no other choice.
For the fetus, for the cat, for the cow, for the rat.
For innocent victims we will attack, we will attack, we will attack.

Stand By- Earth Crisis

P.P.S.
if you think the previous posts were about you in any way, they're not.
they're not about anyone at all. i just feel unhappy and want to rant.

i hate this fucking place. i'm always miserable here.
i cant do anything to change this and i fucking hate it.

the best thing is i don't even know if the next place will be better or not.
thats why i listen to music so much.
its a constant.

Going to bed, god is dead, lies & truth are in my head.
Your history, economy, society... it isn't me.
It's all on you, reality, it's what you do, it's what you make.
The truth in lies, the freedom dies.
the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks!
(With) all our rights,
it kills our future.
our reasons why:
We are born to die. (just born to die)

Born To Die- Choking Victim

P.S.

fuck your capitalist society with your wardrobes full of clothes that look just like everyone else's. i hate your world just as much as you've hated me. all i want is to be alone and live as a hermit. maybe i won't have to put up with your pretentious trendy culture full of conspicuous commercial excess. i hope you all rot in hell.

you know how it feels to not know if you're feeling sad or angry and you don't even know what you're sad or angry about or why you're feeling tht way yet you're still feeling that way and you don't know what you should do about it except listen to music?

i'm feeling that now.

fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend
all the mountains we climb,
crumble into sands of time
no mail to send, to fair-weather friend

anxiety, another gift from you to me
and so everything fails,
my bleeding bitten fingernails
sore as can be, anxiety

if it was up to me, I would restart history
ignite the flame and burn the centuries of blame
the bloodstained centuries, these bloody
centuries

fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend
all the mountains we climb,
crumble into sands of time
no mail to send, to fair-weather friend
anxiety, another gift from you to me
and so everything fails,
my bleeding bitten fingernails
sore as can be, anxiety

and in the dawn, I'll see that you have gone
and on that blood soaked bed
I'll lay down my weary head
and hum along, to this fucking song

one cup of tea, not enough for company
maybe tomorrow you will let me borrow
another cup of tea, another cup of tea
and your company, and your company

Two Cups Of Tea- Star Fucking Hipsters