Maldoror the Great
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I am making you suffer for my own pleasure.
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43 anni
Francia
Ultimo accesso: 03.12.2008
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Maldoror the Great: Interessi
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| Generale | The avalanche of snow falling from the high mountain; the lioness in the barren desert lamenting the disappearance of its cubs; the tempest accomplishing its destined purpose; the condemned man groaning in prison on the eve of his execution; and the savage octopus telling the waves of the sea of his victory over swimmers and the shipwrecked ... | | Musica | I could not answer him; for the tortures inflicted on man's weakness in that hideous red sea passed with their burning wings against my singed hair. | | Film | I remembered what I had seen one day above the visible spheres, and the translation of my stifled feelings into a violent yell, the tone of which was identical to that of my fellow-beings! | | Televisione | A fifth sense had developed in me! But what pleasure could I have derived from such a realization? Since then, no human sound has reached my ears without bringing with it the feeling of grief which pity for great injustice arouses. | | Libri | "The Lemegenomicon"; "Claviculae de Solomonis Regis"; My own book, "Les Chants de Maldoror". Other infernal tomes may be included at a later date. | | Eroi | Later, when I knew mankind better, this feeling of pity was coupled with intense rage against this tiger-like stepmother whose hardened children know only how to curse and do evil. The brazen lie! They say that evil is the exception among them! That was long ago; since then I have not spoken a word to anyone. |
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Ceremonial Magick, Tunnels of Set, Goetia Magick Forum, GODMIND, The Enochian Magick of John Dee, Abramelin Magick Forum, Magick Without Tears, Telegenetic Fan Club
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Maldoror the Great: Dettagli
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| Stato: | Single | | Cerco: | Networking, Relazioni Stabili, Amici | | Città natale: | Underground, Lot 43 | | Corporatura: | Snella/sottile | | Etnia: | Altro | | Religione: | Ateismo | | Segno zodiacale: | Ariete | | Istruzione: | Laurea |
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Maldoror the Great: Ultimo intervento
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Maldoror the Great: parlo di me |
Chi sono:
The story is told that I was born in the arms of deafness! In the first years of my childhood, I could not hear what was said to me. When, with the greatest difficulty, they had taught me to speak, it was not until after I had read on a sheet of paper what someone had written that I could in turn communicate the thread of my ideas.
One day, woeful day, I had grown in beauty and innocence. Everyone admired the intelligence and goodness of the divine youth. Many a conscience blushed inwardly when it contemplated those clear features in which his soul was enshrined. No one approached him without veneration, for they had noticed in his eyes the look of an angel. But no, I knew only too well that the happy roses of youth would not flower perpetually, wreathed in capricious garlands, on his modest and noble brow, which all mothers used to kiss with frenzied devotion.
It was beginning to seem to me that the universe, with its starry vault of impassable and tormentingly mysterious globes, was not perhaps the most imposing thing I had dreamt of. And so, one day, tired of trudging along the steep path on this earthly journey, trudging along like a drunkard through the dark catacombs of life, I slowly raised my splenetic eyes, ringed with bluish circles, towards the concavity of the firmament and I, who was so young, dared to penetrate the mysteries of heaven!
Not finding what I was seeking, I lifted my eyes higher, and higher still, until I saw a throne made of human excrement and gold, on which was sitting - with idiotic pride, his body draped in a shroud of unwashed hospital linen - he who calls himself the Creator!
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Mi piacerebbe conoscere:
Oh you, whoever you may be, when you are beside me, do not let any sound escape your vocal cords; do not with your larynx strive to outdo the nightingale; and, for yourself, do not on any account attempt to make your soul known to me by means of language. Maintain a religious silence, uninterrupted by the least sound. Cross your hands humbly on your breast, and lower your eyelids.
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