Name: Brandon Gender: male Body Type: Average Ethnicity: Caucasian Hair: Always Different Eyes: Brownish Green Weight: 160 pounds Height: 72 inches City: Sin'tralia Country: United States Sexual Preference:female Smoke: yes Drink: no Marital Status: none Car: Crotch Rocket soon to come :) Meaning of Life: Everthing happens for a reason. Five Things I Can't Live Without: C Y B E R Favorite Books: Anything worth reading. What I Like To Do For Fun: Clubbin YAY ! :D I love to make everything I do fun. Favorite Songs: Industrial, EBM, Horror Electro, Goth, Metal, Heavy Metal, Black Metal, Rock, Classic Rock, Alternative, Punk, some Classical, Instrumental. Favorite Movies: Any gory horrific serial killer movies! ^-^' Hobbies: Industrial dancing, Readin, Drawing, listening to music and playing video games. Talents: ;) Turn Ons/Offs: Turn offs: Rude obnoxious people. Best Reason to Get to Know Me: I'm somethin special ^.^'' While I search within myself to try and put a finger on who i am, I cant help but see... nothing. Beyond the never endless thoughts there lies a simple... nothingness. That nothingness I seem to have great fear of. Am I... the values and morals I desperately cling to? Am I... the memories of all things past? Am I... nothing but neurotransmitters? Am I... nothing more than mere tissue? I know the masters of meditation tell us the nothing is where we need to go, but it frightens me to the core. Why am I... conscious? How is it am I... aware? Why do I desperately cling to things that tell me the nothingness isn't real? But, even if there is nothingness it seems to be conscious and intelligent. Maybe, the closer I get to the nothingness the nearer I am to my creator. Yesterday has been and gone Tommorow will I find the sun or will it rain Everybody's having fun Except me I'm the lonely one I live in shame (chorus) I said goodbye to romance, yeah Goodbye to friends, I tell you Goodbye to all the past I guess that we'll meet, we'll meet in the end I've been the king, I've been the clown now broken wings can't hold me down I'm free again The jester with the broken crown It won't be me this time around to love in vain (repeat chorus) and I feel the time is right although I know that you just might say to me what you gonna do what you gonna do But I have to check this chance goodbye to friends and to romance And to all of you And to all of you Come'on now! (repeat chorus) and the winter is looking fine and I think the sun will shine again and I feel I've cleaned my mind all the past is left behind again ()
In the dark of the night I search for the mindless wretches of society To drink of their blood and feast upon their flesh Time to break cause you'll never take this Lots of stiffs and blood, what a sickening mess Feasting on the blood of the insane Here's another tale of the fucking deranged Psychotic - violent another one dead - blood clotted Lust for blood a need for insanity Die in the slaughter - time to tap an artery Brain withered another empty thought I will kill again and never be caught Face to face with the monster of hate Another victim - another piece of meat Time to kill no one gets out alive Another scream - another mother fucker dies First I kill and then I feed - can't deny my blood lust need A son of a bitch 3rd generation Schooled in the art of human strangulation Only one thing will control my pain That's to drink the blood of the insane My need for blood - drives me to kill Another dying - bleeding for my lust Feed on the dead - feed on the dead - feed on the dead I've got to get the blood flowing Just a bit of guts and gore Indulgence in the blood of freaks Take another dose of the bloodlust To rip apart and shred the dead Teeth stuck in - another victim Blood bath - I'm gonna kill again I am the walking dead Concentrated hate and fear and pain Inside of me the same It's gonna go on and on and on A new life is born Broken bodies start now rotting No way to stop the feeding Only one way to control my pain Feasting on the blood of the insane My need for blood - drives me to kill Another dying - bleeding for my lust Feed on the dead - feed on the dead - feed on the dead
I am intrigued by patterns, tones, and rythems that are generated by heavy machinery, industry, traffic, and general noise pollution. I like to explore the sound variables that occur in heavy populated urban enviroments and work to expose or represent the structures and formations that exist within the complex variations of these sources. The concept of physiological and architectual degeneration are big influences in my work right now= HUGE SPEAKERS. Huge sub-woofers. Large, empty, confined spaces. Blindfolds. Velvet pillows. Quality car stereos with booming trunks. Crowded extended bridges and tunnels.Creative Outlets: Working on music, poems, photos, cartoons, short storys, screenplays, and various combinations of the abouve. PEOPLE WITH A GOOD SENCE OF HUMOR. AND PEOPLE WITH HONOR AND TALENT..... I also like Nature, physics, Forensics, Spirituality, a balance in life, RIDING MOTORCYCLES! Get to know meh.I feel like I'm living in another dimension Misled minds keep on spreading confusion Kill, kill, kill, I want to kill them all And put an end to their fascist laws. Die motherfucker, die, die Die - I put the gun to the side of your head Squeezing the trigger… Powder burnt skin, breaking through cranial bone Decayed brain tissue implodes Just another life that you thought you could control Just another pig - dead - with some extra holes You better think again, before I kill again You won't survive, when the bullets start to fly Protect and serve yourself Dug your own grave, now rot In that hole decay The murder will never stop - no warning shot
Dimmu borgir - Puritania
I HATE PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO HONOR, NO LOYALTY, AND THOSE WHO CANT KEEP THEIR WORD, fault finders, complainers, critisizers, fair weather friends... "frustration" Teeth grinding. Tongue stuck To the roof Of my mouth. Perspiration drips. Hand cramped. Stuck behind A wall of Doubt. Yeah I'm a wrathchild Some say it shouldn't matter, ain't nothing gonna alter the course of my destination But I know I've gotta find some serious peace of mind or I know I'll just go crazy. Tiny... Drops.... Drip..... Through time...... into the bucket of illusion.
I encourage you to paint rich alternate realities. Your cat will look up at the speakers cuz somehow in you house its suddenly raining and rain means the ocean and the ocean has fish, so it will cry for more fish. Its a variety of sound approaching cloud bursting levels and the gentle droning/ subtle scree that accompanies it on an impeccably-presented window into a whimsical phyche. Fractured field recordings,piano, crickets, bells, and other resonat acoustic materials expand this sense of connection on the way to a lightly bumping, scraping and rattling voyage to the bottom of the stomach. Neither a rejection of popular music in all its forms, nor a calm and dreamlike war on mainstream tates, sounds exist for those who want something else in their lives. its a invigorating and absurd sound that represents true hope for new frontiers towards the modern earthling can reach, something signifying the suprassing of ordinary, and that stragness itself is a visable option, unassailed by shame, tradition or self-censorship. Its otherness-and its all around you.