Poetic Masturbation

Don__t_kill_yourself_Baby_by_HeadhittinOnce upon a time, a penis was born. He was a sad little penis and he could not talk nor snore. He could only write words on the sheets of his mind. But every time a white liquid bursts out of his body, [that he thought was just pure shit] he realized that thinking too much is too messy. Yeah, messy but it tempted him to do it all over again. He was a writer after all and he was not just a crazy little penis waiting to be just inserted in someone else’s hole. he was something else.

To be a writer is to masturbate. You cannot masturbate out of nothing, thus, you cannot write out of nothing at all. When I write, I stain lost pages, I drink the elixir of life. I understand deaths, half deaths, senseless deaths. I write pains because it is only in those sheets that they can get stained, and sooner they will no longer inhabit my head. I write based on how i see the world and how he world wanted me to see itself. I become a writer when there is enough reason for madness and temptations to hate and to love.

I practice masturbation. I practice writing in my mind and let them crawl in the tip of my fingernails. I form cobwebs in my papers. I do not want to write when i have positive feelings because they kill my pain to write. I listen to music, those songs that had images that reflect emotions.

And so most of my poems ejaculated out of rage and seductions of pain and bleeding heads. I am mesmerized by the idea of forming relationships and losing them at the same time. I want to understand how they die in their own beds, shirts, bellies and hands. Most of my speakers are ordinary women struggling in the world of their own relationships. I find my theme common and so in any possible way, I want to explore every fiber of a relationship to taste them fully in my own mouth.

And to that, may I live forever.

In Sorte Diaboli 2007

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Artist: Dimmu Borgir

Release date: April 24, 2007

Genre: Symphonic Black Metal

It’s been four long, very long years since Dimmu Borgir’s last album, Death Cult Armageddon, was released. The wait was even more intolerable considering the quality of DCA! Of course, the band wasn’t exactly inactive during all this time: between several solo projects (Old Man’s Child, Chrome Division,…), it also re-released Stormblåst, the original being a great but poorly produced album from 1996.

Compared to Death Cult Armageddon and Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia, the In Sorte Diaboli features a deeper version of Dimmu Borgir. The Sacriligeous Scorn is another good song with a cool music video that obviously displays the band’s hatred against religion and the whole idea of GOD.

What makes In Sorte Diaboli different from another Dimmu Borgir albums? It has a story concept that Silenoz (guitars) contirubed: a priest who learned to abandon his religious beliefs to become a disciple of Satan. The concept was considered to be the first ever concept album ever.

As you listen to the whole album, almost all the songs are able to maintain its minimalist style of songwriting. And like many of their songs, they also develop a conversational style of writing. With Shagrath’s voice and the other kings of the carnival creation, In Sorte Diaboli is definitely another tale to hear in the dark.

Well, the strangest yet exciting thing about Dimmu Borgir’s new album is that it comes with an album cover with lyrics written backwards and a mirror for you to read. Now, who wants more Dimmu Borgir?

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