Black Widow – Conjuration

Could it be the voice I heard
Borne on the wind to reach my ears
Came from the lips I learned so well
In other lives, I swear that I will
Kill my fear, perform the rites
And spurred on by my need
To have the one I loved before
I’ll even steel my heart to raise the devil himself

In this sacred place I stand
Unused for countless years
To make my dream come true I call
The lady Astaroth, come join me here

The time has come, the power is raised
The wind brings voices to my ears
“Believe, have faith” the voices say
“Have confidence, the time is almost right”

Can it be the voice I heard
Borne on the wind to reach my ears
Came from the lips I learned so well
In other lives, I swear that I will
Kill my fear, perform the rites
And spurred on by my need
To have the one I loved before
I’ll even steel my heart to raise the devil himself

In this sacred place I stand
Unused for countless years
To make my dream come true I call
The lady Astaroth, come join me here

The time has come, the power is raised
The wind brings voices to my ears
“Believe, have faith” the voices say
“Have confidence, the time is almost right”

Largo | Orlando

There hasn’t been too much going on these past few weeks. Or rather, there has been, it’s just been more or less the same thing (not complaining!)

Last weekend, Funeral System, Grave Ascension, and Vacuous Depths played out in Largo at Sneaky’s Bar. I snapped a few photos, but it wasn’t the best venue as far as aesthetics and lighting goes. I’ve been feeling socially exhausted, I spent most of the night relaxing outside by myself. Randomly, there was a “zazz” band playing, it was unique, kind of chaotic and lent a surreal feel to the night. It was pleasant.

This past Friday, I spent the night with Stephen, Eli, Jenn, Chloe and Adam. We hit up the arcade then stopped by Legion on the way home. Stephen headed to Jacksonville Saturday afternoon as Shot was playing a show that night, so I had to cut my weekend short with him.

Sunday, Danielle invited me and Chloe up to Orlando for a cook out.

I haven’t been feeling well, so I ended up calling out of work sick yesterday, for the first time since September of last year. I slept for about 14 hours, I guess I had a fever because when I woke it had broken and I felt like I had a pillow stuffed inside my head and an elephant on my chest.

I spent the evening with Stephen and Eli at a local strip club; then we cooked out and cuddled up to Night of the Living Dead. When he puts his arms around me and I bury my face in those curls, I feel furthest from the grave and it quiets the constant commotion inside my head. I would never dare tell him how much that comforts me.

Funeral System is playing in South Florida this coming weekend. Stephen invited me to go, but I’m just not in the mood to be around that many people for that extended amount of time. I could probably use a quiet, detoxing weekend in.

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Lords of Chaos: The Bloody Rise of the Satanic Metal Underground

Just before the turn of the millennium, nearly 100 churches have been torched and desecrated by adherents of Black Metal, the most extreme form of underground music on the planet.

In an escalating unholy war, Black Metal bands and their obsessive fans have left a grim legacy of suicide, murder, and terrorism spreading from Norway to Germany, Russia, America, and beyond…

 

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Tormentor – Elisabeth Bathory

… This is a story about Elizabeth Bathory
Her blood is ourselves
Clean Hungarian blood…

Dark castle, occult carol sounds
Women are crying, but they are satisfied
Elizabeth didn’t sleep tonight
She exorcised her youth by her own eyes

Dead girls are chaperoning her
On her deadly magic-circle’s lines
She pricks needles under the ladies’ nails
Their frosty bodies are buried alive

Oh how I love to feel your breath
I’d love to be the lover of death
Desires come true, evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory – the countess of my fire!

You are also sacrifice
You will give your blood
Because she must
Have a bath…

“Welcome my youth
Alike before…
More enormous than ever!
By the blood, by the blood everything are cleaned…
Oh yes I’ve got the magic… Yes I feel I fly
I fly towards the Moon!”

Countess it is your night
You are haunted by your wild desires
Possessed by bestial lust
You are the goddess of the love

She’s got insatiable mind
She needs virgins blood anymore
Her flames never die away
She is surrounded with never-fading glory

Fourth of July 2017

This is my first -official- personal post since having to uproot and move from LiveJournal. I feel (kind of) like I’m betraying LiveJournal, as that has been my “home” for my photo journaling, on and off, since 1999. However, I feel like I became somewhat stagnant with sticking to the familiar and fell into the habit of using archaic tools. Jon helped hook me up with my old domain and a place to host; I’m thankful with him for that! This is my first attempt at building a blog, so this is the bare bones of trying to tweek something into a decent place to post my photography, book reviews, etc. I’ve struggled a little bit with the available themes, but I think I managed to find something workable.

Anyhow…

Drunken pictures from (mostly) the 4th of July weekend and beyond!

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Wisdom: From Philosophy to Neuroscience

A compelling investigation into one of our most coveted and cherished ideals, and the efforts of modern science to penetrate the mysterious nature of this timeless virtue.

We all recognize wisdom, but defining it is more elusive. In this fascinating journey from philosophy to science, Stephen S. Hall gives us a dramatic history of wisdom, from its sudden emergence in four different locations (Greece, China, Israel, and India) in the fifth century B.C. to its modern manifestations in education, politics, and the workplace. We learn how wisdom became the provenance of philosophy and religion through its embodiment in individuals such as Buddha, Confucius, and Jesus; how it has consistently been a catalyst for social change; and how revelatory work in the last fifty years by psychologists, economists, and neuroscientists has begun to shed light on the biology of cognitive traits long associated with wisdom – and, in doing so, has begun to suggest how we might cultivate it.

Hall explores the neural mechanisms for wise decision making; the conflict between the emotional and cognitive parts of the brain; the development of compassion, humility, and empathy; the effect of adversity and the impact of early-life stress on the development of wisdom; and how we can learn to optimize our future choices and future selves.

Hall’s bracing exploration of the science of wisdom allows us to see this ancient virtue with fresh eyes, yet also makes clear that despite modern science’s most powerful efforts, wisdom continues to elude easy understanding.

 

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Pentagram – The Ghoul

On endless nights my need to roam
I’ve come to desecrate your bones
As maggots crawl amongst your flesh
You’re soon to meet the truth of death

My wants are few to reach my quest
You’re bound to feel my cold request
Now my dear you soon shall see
The dying living truth of me

Cause I’m not living
You soon will be giving
So I can die on

From far away and from the near
My finest clients buried here
For once you’ve shared your death with me
A ghoul I shall forever be

But I must sleep before the dawn
And then my work will carry on
Once you’ve come to grips with me
A ghoul I know you’ll always be

Cause I’m not living no
You’ll soon be giving
So I can die on
Chosen one
Cause I’m not the living
You soon will be giving
So I can die on yeah!
Aaah chosen one!