To celebrate the birth of Jesus (although why I'm a religious vampire, I really have no idea. Must be the Irish in me.), I've concocted a special Christmas carroll in honor of the holiday.
*cue harmonica*
Deck the halls with gasoline, fa la la la la, la la la la
Throw a match into the scene, fa la la la la, la la la la
Watch the house go down in ashes, fa la la, la la la, la la la
Now you know not to play with matches, fa la la la la, la la la la
...what a horrible song. I think I'm a pyro.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Current news
IPSWICH, England (CNN) -- A 48-year-old man has appeared in court in England on Friday to face charges that he murdered five prostitutes.
Steve Wright was was remanded in custody to appear before Ipswich Crown Court on January 2.
The former forklift truck driver was driven to the court in Ipswich in a police van, which was escorted to the building by motorcycle escorts.
Dozens of photographers were gathered behind crowd control barriers, trying to get pictures of Wright, who is charged with the murders of Gemma Adams, 25, Tania Nicol, 19, Anneli Alderton, 24, Paula Clennell, 24, and Annette Nicholls, 29.
He was charged on Thursday night after being arrested at his home near Ipswich's red light district on Tuesday morning.
A second suspect, identified locally as Tom Stephens, 37, was released on bail.
Wright was dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt and blue striped tie for his court appearance.
The court clerk outlined the murder charges and told the magistrates that the killings were alleged to have taken place between various dates in early December.
She listed the names of the prostitutes and said Wright was accused of the murder of each one.
Wright stood to confirm his personal details but was told he could sit throughout the rest of the hearing.
Police arrested Wright at 5 a.m. Tuesday at his Ipswich home, said Detective Chief Superintendent Stewart Gull.
Wright's arrest came a day after police arrested Stephens, also on suspicion of murdering the five women.
The bodies of five women were discovered outside Ipswich in Suffolk county in a period of 10 days.
A coroner has opened and adjourned inquests into the deaths. He appealed for anyone with information about the murders to contact the police.
Forensic officers and search teams have been searching homes of both suspects and police cordoned off part of a road where Wright lives.
The short time span of the murders is unprecedented in recent British history and threatened to overwhelm the small local police force in the early days of the inquiry.
Wright's solicitor, Paul Osler, told the UK's Press Association prior to the hearing: "He is bearing up well.
"Of course anybody accused of these sorts of offences is going to experience trauma, but he is bearing up well.
"I would remind everybody about the presumption of innocence."
Wow, killing prostitutes? What's the world coming to!?!
In other news, my (100% bogus) horoscope for today says it's a good day for Pices.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
A reading from Hellsing
Iscariot
" And Father Alexander Anderson said to the thirteen,
' We ask o' thee. What art thou?'
' We art Iscariot. The Zealot Judas!!'
' In that case, Iscariot. We ask o' thee...
... Whit dost thou hold in thy right hand?!'
' Daggers!! And Poisons!!'
' In that case, Iscariot. We ask o' thee...
... Whit dost thou hold in thy left hand?!'
' Thirty silver pieces!! And a rope!!'
' In that case!! In that case, Iscariot.
Whit art thou?!'
' As apostles yet not as apostles.'
' As adherents yet not as adherents.'
' As belivers yet not as belivers.'
' As traitors yet not as traitors'
' We art disciples of death. The death disciple group.'
' Only bowing and praying the forgiveness of the Lord.'
' Only bowing and defeating the enemies of the Lord.'
' Wielding our dagger in the night and poisoning the evening meal.'
' We art assassins. The assassin Judas!!.'
' When the time comes we shalt cast our thirty silver pieces at the alter...
... And hang thy head from our rope.'
' Thereby we shalt fall to hell in cabal.’
‘ Lined up in square formation…
… We seek to do battle with the 7,405,926 demons of hell.’
‘ Apocalypse now!!’”
~Hellsing, vol. VI
" And Father Alexander Anderson said to the thirteen,
' We ask o' thee. What art thou?'
' We art Iscariot. The Zealot Judas!!'
' In that case, Iscariot. We ask o' thee...
... Whit dost thou hold in thy right hand?!'
' Daggers!! And Poisons!!'
' In that case, Iscariot. We ask o' thee...
... Whit dost thou hold in thy left hand?!'
' Thirty silver pieces!! And a rope!!'
' In that case!! In that case, Iscariot.
Whit art thou?!'
' As apostles yet not as apostles.'
' As adherents yet not as adherents.'
' As belivers yet not as belivers.'
' As traitors yet not as traitors'
' We art disciples of death. The death disciple group.'
' Only bowing and praying the forgiveness of the Lord.'
' Only bowing and defeating the enemies of the Lord.'
' Wielding our dagger in the night and poisoning the evening meal.'
' We art assassins. The assassin Judas!!.'
' When the time comes we shalt cast our thirty silver pieces at the alter...
... And hang thy head from our rope.'
' Thereby we shalt fall to hell in cabal.’
‘ Lined up in square formation…
… We seek to do battle with the 7,405,926 demons of hell.’
‘ Apocalypse now!!’”
~Hellsing, vol. VI
Random something
Just something I typed when I was in a strange mood:
Blackout. Assassin enters the room, NMK standing in the middle of the room. Coolness personified. Lightning flash. The assassin steps, unsheathing his dagger, ready to strike. I stand, watching the window. Yeah, that window. Second flash. Assassin lays dead, motionless on the floor. NMK stands above him, broken dagger underfoot. One thought... I own all. Third flash, I dissapear. Not a trace of the body. The scene oh so surreal. Blood still stains the carpet to this day. The day NMK made his fall. The day NMK became invincible. The day... I became a vampire.
What is this insane feeling? Darkness. Total darkness. Blackout. Blacked out my heart. Nothing save a stake to pierce my heart. My darkness. My emptiness. To feel whole, what's that? To feel emotion? Or power? Could it be why humans feel fufilled, yet unfufilled? We don't know. We are the empty ones. The damned. Born of hate. Born of darkness.
Where am I? Is this something for the undead to ponder? Or even the living? Regardless, I can feel the madness. I can feel the creeping insanity. But I can't feel warmth. Too cold. The existence of the damned. Too cold.
Love feud? What's this? Falling in love with someone you never met in person? Or do you know them personally? Either way, it sounds interesting.
Me? You know me. Lone wolf. Sittin' all by himself on a mountain cliff, howlin' madly where no one can hear. Open your ears and listen. Do you hear that? Listen again. You can't here, because I'm all alone. Born alone, fated to die alone. That's the way. Inevitable. Fate. Cruel fate. Twisted fate.
Is there a way to end this cycle? Sure, if you're stupid. Me, I'm not stupid nor ignorant. This is my fate. I'd be touched by a single hello. Five letters. Making the day for loners since the english language came about. Take the time to break the fate. Say hello to that guy on the street. He just may be me.
Wow, love is a strong thing. Motivational. Meaningless to those spawned by hate, by darkness. Have I known a mother's love? Sure. Now, though. Now I feel like hell at the bottom of a witch's cauldron. Bubbling, boiling hell. Break the chains that bind me. Strength of will alone won't do. Not for me.
Not emo, just dark. I don't want to kill myself. Dosen't matter, does it? Holy water. That would do it. I don't want to die yet. I still have much to do. Much. Like what? Like being nobody's fool, that's what. Ha ha. Joker laughs at me. But he dosen't see me laugh back. Victory.
How do I know anything about myself? I don't. Ironic that I am me. That's all I know. All I need to know. All you need to know. Understand? That's who I am. Emo? My friend, I am many things. Emo I am not. Want to argue? No. No point. Gotta keep the peace. Yes, peace. That's what we all need.
Just like we all need love. Without it, we are empty. Not good. Simply won't do. Still, is love something I can handle? Is it?
Maybe I'm thinking this through too much. No sense thinking if all you have to do is do it. But then, is that right? It simply dosen't feel right. Not at all. So what's right. Caught the joker laughing at me again. I bitterly smile. The sour taste in my mouth.
Yeah, I think too much. But I gotta let it out. All thaty's inside a loveless body. So much to handle. Yet, it feels strange. Like something's not coming up. That's the feeling I want to be rid of. But how do I do it without knowing how?
I think to myself too much. I wonder about infinite possibilities. What could I become? What could the world become. Who are these people I talk with like friends who I know nothing about? You. What am I asking? Not much. Just a simple question. A complex question with a simple answer: I simply don't know. That's it.
Think things through, friends. You may wonder the same things. Making questions with no answers.
You need to understand where I'm coming from. Why is that? To understand my words. Yes. You know what I'm talking about now. With empathy, you can fully understand it. Put on a pair of my shoes and go for a walk. Not comfortable? Good. Nor is my life. Many know the feeling. Do you?
When you think about life, what comes to mind? Is it the pain you felt, or the pleasure? Stop. There is your answer, right in your head. You were brought up as a lone wolf. The pains of being alone. Stop. There. Pain. Rewind. Stop. You were brought up loved and with friends. Those who care about you. Experiencing the pleasure. There. Your answers.
Bring another topic to the table. What's on your mind. World affairs? What's for dinner? How you're gonna stay alive? Stop. There you think again. What's happening in North Korea? Am I having fries with my dinner? Where can I find a job?
Thoughts are a part of your character. Think like a loner, you could understand one. Experience it, and you can think like one. Spend time. Alone. Stop. Think. Listen.
How can one who has love all around them possibly understand? How can anyone who is surrounded by hate understand? It's all put into perspective. Empathy. Put yourself into someone else's shoes and walk. Walk. Observe. Stop. There you get meaning.
Blackout. Assassin enters the room, NMK standing in the middle of the room. Coolness personified. Lightning flash. The assassin steps, unsheathing his dagger, ready to strike. I stand, watching the window. Yeah, that window. Second flash. Assassin lays dead, motionless on the floor. NMK stands above him, broken dagger underfoot. One thought... I own all. Third flash, I dissapear. Not a trace of the body. The scene oh so surreal. Blood still stains the carpet to this day. The day NMK made his fall. The day NMK became invincible. The day... I became a vampire.
What is this insane feeling? Darkness. Total darkness. Blackout. Blacked out my heart. Nothing save a stake to pierce my heart. My darkness. My emptiness. To feel whole, what's that? To feel emotion? Or power? Could it be why humans feel fufilled, yet unfufilled? We don't know. We are the empty ones. The damned. Born of hate. Born of darkness.
Where am I? Is this something for the undead to ponder? Or even the living? Regardless, I can feel the madness. I can feel the creeping insanity. But I can't feel warmth. Too cold. The existence of the damned. Too cold.
Love feud? What's this? Falling in love with someone you never met in person? Or do you know them personally? Either way, it sounds interesting.
Me? You know me. Lone wolf. Sittin' all by himself on a mountain cliff, howlin' madly where no one can hear. Open your ears and listen. Do you hear that? Listen again. You can't here, because I'm all alone. Born alone, fated to die alone. That's the way. Inevitable. Fate. Cruel fate. Twisted fate.
Is there a way to end this cycle? Sure, if you're stupid. Me, I'm not stupid nor ignorant. This is my fate. I'd be touched by a single hello. Five letters. Making the day for loners since the english language came about. Take the time to break the fate. Say hello to that guy on the street. He just may be me.
Wow, love is a strong thing. Motivational. Meaningless to those spawned by hate, by darkness. Have I known a mother's love? Sure. Now, though. Now I feel like hell at the bottom of a witch's cauldron. Bubbling, boiling hell. Break the chains that bind me. Strength of will alone won't do. Not for me.
Not emo, just dark. I don't want to kill myself. Dosen't matter, does it? Holy water. That would do it. I don't want to die yet. I still have much to do. Much. Like what? Like being nobody's fool, that's what. Ha ha. Joker laughs at me. But he dosen't see me laugh back. Victory.
How do I know anything about myself? I don't. Ironic that I am me. That's all I know. All I need to know. All you need to know. Understand? That's who I am. Emo? My friend, I am many things. Emo I am not. Want to argue? No. No point. Gotta keep the peace. Yes, peace. That's what we all need.
Just like we all need love. Without it, we are empty. Not good. Simply won't do. Still, is love something I can handle? Is it?
Maybe I'm thinking this through too much. No sense thinking if all you have to do is do it. But then, is that right? It simply dosen't feel right. Not at all. So what's right. Caught the joker laughing at me again. I bitterly smile. The sour taste in my mouth.
Yeah, I think too much. But I gotta let it out. All thaty's inside a loveless body. So much to handle. Yet, it feels strange. Like something's not coming up. That's the feeling I want to be rid of. But how do I do it without knowing how?
I think to myself too much. I wonder about infinite possibilities. What could I become? What could the world become. Who are these people I talk with like friends who I know nothing about? You. What am I asking? Not much. Just a simple question. A complex question with a simple answer: I simply don't know. That's it.
Think things through, friends. You may wonder the same things. Making questions with no answers.
You need to understand where I'm coming from. Why is that? To understand my words. Yes. You know what I'm talking about now. With empathy, you can fully understand it. Put on a pair of my shoes and go for a walk. Not comfortable? Good. Nor is my life. Many know the feeling. Do you?
When you think about life, what comes to mind? Is it the pain you felt, or the pleasure? Stop. There is your answer, right in your head. You were brought up as a lone wolf. The pains of being alone. Stop. There. Pain. Rewind. Stop. You were brought up loved and with friends. Those who care about you. Experiencing the pleasure. There. Your answers.
Bring another topic to the table. What's on your mind. World affairs? What's for dinner? How you're gonna stay alive? Stop. There you think again. What's happening in North Korea? Am I having fries with my dinner? Where can I find a job?
Thoughts are a part of your character. Think like a loner, you could understand one. Experience it, and you can think like one. Spend time. Alone. Stop. Think. Listen.
How can one who has love all around them possibly understand? How can anyone who is surrounded by hate understand? It's all put into perspective. Empathy. Put yourself into someone else's shoes and walk. Walk. Observe. Stop. There you get meaning.
Welcome, dangit!
Yeah, I finally have a blog. Big friggin' deal. Except... now the fun begins. Anyone up for raising some hell? Enjoy my blog, bizzatch!
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