Power

Ambiguous title, I know. I just had a talk with one of my closest friends (freakishly similar in character and relationships, may I add) about Daemons. Which, for those who are not certain, do not come from hell, but from ourselves, as aspects of the mind and heart and personality. I can't explain much better than that. Personifications of aspects of one's personality, perhaps. In any case, we had a talk about them, and about one's sanctuary, that is one's place of personal refuge shaped by oneself. And she mentioned how guessing what one is, or saying what one is (one meaning daemon or sanctuary) would shape it, make it that way. Words are power, I'm trying to say. Definition is shaping is power, and by our definitions we destroy. I saw a play with that as a speech. To define is to destroy. "Wilheim Reich in Hell" was the play. It is true. By naming something, you give it purpose, life. By knowing something's name you know it, and have some power over it.
Daemons is just a name for a part of a personality that defines you....Daemons are defining one's personality, naming it. Trying to control it, while at the same time, by dividing it, you give it leave to try to control you, fight you, fight the other daemons. I don't know if they are real in the sense that a table is real. They can be, if you believe in them. She believes in them. And I just might too.

Interesting...

Are you damned?
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You will die a warrior and be spirited away by warbling wenches to the Hall of the Slain. Meat and mead for ever more, well until Ragnarok, anyway, when you will do battle with giants, giantesses, dwarfs, elves and Nidhug, a dragon who likes to nibble trees. Odin is great!

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Cutting. Your depression can be found lingering on
the edge of a razor. An easilly hidden little
habbit that's often used as a subsitution for
crying. The blood is surprisingly hypnotic...


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I just did that quiz for the fun of it, but at the end it really freaked me out. You see, I used to cut myself. It's actually rather addictive. I've been good for about six months now. Not that I haven't wanted to start again...oh no...the pain is delicious. It gives you something to concentrate on besides your emotion turmoil. Gives you control. But I won't go back. Partly for myself. Mostly for my guy. It hurts him when I try to, or when I do. I don't, because he loves me. But it doesn't mean I still don't want to.

Well... now that I've freaked everyone out, now that no one will read this again, or my friends will come to me in hopes of an intervention. It's time for me to end this post.

Trying pics

I got this, assuming it works from...

http://www.matazone.co.uk/theotherside.html

Terrific site. Everyone, go visit. Now.

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I just wanted to see how (if) the image worked before I said too much and looked like an idiot if there was no image to show.
Its a great, twisted, hilarious british site, done by "Mata". My pics are from his series "The Little Goth Girl" - the most perky, sweet Anti-Christ who ever existed. Other favorites are "Mr. Snaffleburger" and his single clown halloween special. That's what got me started. Anyway...check it out, if your version of humor isn't Adam Sandler.

So...yeah...

Today is the day to look like an idiot.

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It seems my friend was right. We were discussing what element I was (earth, fire, wind, water) and she said that I was an odd mix of earth and air. Like air trapped within earth. So...

Goddess of Wind, calm and cool and under control.
You don't like getting personal with too many
people.


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