 Friends      | https://www.patreon.com/dellingconley Melissamedinah: my dear Good Day How are you doing today my name is Melissa Medina, because of time here , please write me directly to my private email (melissamedinah8@gmail.com) i have important something to share with you Ok. 2 months ago • Report • Link
0  delling: I love my previous life. I loved my previous life. I had so many things going. I, I, I actually, this is more work than my previous life. I thought it would be easier, I thought it was more of a; I'm a details oriented person. I think you would say that, but I do miss my old life. This, I like work, so that's not a problem, but this is actually more work. Guess who? View all 4 posts  lupedediablo: One of the most unique and influential bands to arise from the goth/dark wave genre, incorporating classical and world music elements into their style. I have heard however that Lisa Gerrard is a born again Xian now. One could only hope that it is only a temporary condition  delling: Interesting. I suppose it depends on what that means to her. There was a pretty large Xian goth scene back when. I always thought that was strange, and scoffed it. Some of the gnostic ideas are interesting, and the symbolism is great. The whole thing is almost like the greatest horror story ever told. All of it's origins are pagan, egyptian, and eastern. Essentially, I view it as astrology and prophesy. People have so many different takes on it. Reborn is usually attached to a bad stereotype. Hopefully, she's not a walking Jesus machine. delling: I've listened to them endlessly. I didn't know of them until Into The Labyrinth. I heard them on alternative radio hahaha That's how I found out about Cranes too. But DCD are still a staple for me. delling: Lonicera Woodbine Hot honeysuckle day A warm grave Weaving roses Rejuvenate Elders wait Strange saints Anticipate The airy tidbits pass, sprinkles of light that have fallen like seeds from the dark tree in the forest of chaos Nothing has been found Nothing has been lost Hot honeysuckle lips Melt the eyes of Taurus Melt the sky before us Hot honeysuckle lips Twiney climbing knit A puppet fit A lost writ Ripped for the wind Shredded Embedded in history A forgotten mystery The daring molt-mass of night That has burned the reeds of the Shallow seas that bore us dank fog Nothing has been found Nothing has been lost Hot honeysuckle butterfly wings Hot velvety skin The taste they bring The touch within Hot honeysuckle song we sing The right to sin The rites of spring Blooming sun blistering Daylight hours dwindling Come lady satyrn showers Let us feel your powers  delling: She Sayeth Of Wrest A spigot of the clay urn slid down the rolling rampwell of the entrance to Lady Death's facade A soldier's head was smashed twice on the cleft of the front arrow head to Lady Death's temple : It is my time, it is your time! It's time to free the souls of those of perish in the wine filled rivers, of the martyrs of Baccus, those who have turned the eye away, who dissolved like salt; an offering It is our time! The vulnerable, the pious, the pure! The saved shall rise! Those that can see. Those that can hear. Those of The Word; my word, your word. All paths will conflate like water; an offering : Simease twins joined at the feet, the hips, the head. Like legs closed tightly fall from mouth-side down The waxing body. The waning body. Rise together above Thy Madre. One striking the east, one west  |
