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They said it would happen but when it came near so many hearts trembled in fear As the one they held close died without a call Faces were troubled through it all
A voice called out screams were heard as the call was made to the family now you lay in the bed cold and stiff As the arrangements were made for you
Your wishes were heard They will burn you today to be spinkled across a lake were you will lay
Tears will be shed as you fly away For a funeral is only the dead mans day.
deadmolly · Tue Feb 26, 2008 @ 06:04pm · 0 Comments |
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There are jelly beans sitting in front of me and I really want one...but I am to dead right now to move....le sigh
deadmolly · Fri Feb 22, 2008 @ 04:29pm · 0 Comments |
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this is just some random thing so I can make my gold...I am not really feeling anything on me right now...so yeah...ok all done
deadmolly · Mon Feb 11, 2008 @ 05:59pm · 2 Comments |
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Drip drop it sounds like rain The dagger slips deep to cover your fate You scream out in such pain The girl you held close now looks with hate You look at her with tears in your eyes But she was swift She had discovered your lies As your body begins to drift You hear the rain fall
Drip drop drip drop
deadmolly · Sat Feb 09, 2008 @ 11:03pm · 0 Comments |
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THE MOON Basic Card Symbols
A full moon (with a crescent within), twin pillars, two dogs/wolves howling, a stream that runs to the ocean, a crayfish emerging out of the water.
Basic Tarot Story
Following the star the Fool travels through the night. The full Moon rises, illuminating for him a watery path. And he begins to feel disoriented, as if walking in his sleep. He passes under the moon, between two pillars ancient and strange. Suddenly, he looks around to find himself in another land entirely. When he was in the presence of the High Priestess, he saw hints of this dark land though the sheer veil draped behind her throne. And later, when he hung from the tree, he felt himself between the physical world and this one. Now, he has at last passed behind the veil. Here are the mysteries he sought, at least, here are the dark mysteries, ones that have to do with the most primal and ancient powers, powers of nature, not of civilization. It is a land poets, artists, musicians and madmen know well, a terrifying, alluring place, with very different rules. Wolves, howling in homage to the moon, run wild across this land, hunting along side maidens with bow and arrows; and creatures from childhood nightmares and fantasies peer from shadows, eyes glowing.
The path the Fool was walking is now a river, and he stands hip-deep in the powerful pull of its salty, moonlit waters. There is, on the nearby shore, a small boat, but it has no rutter, no oar. The Fool realizes he has only two choices. He can lose himself in this desolate, primal land of madness and illusion, howl with the wolves, be hunted down, or he can get into the boat, and trust himself to the river. The moon will be in control either way, but in the boat, his surrender to the powers of the unconscious and the natural world will at least take him somewhere. As the artists and poets and magicians know, inspiration, visions, genius, Moon magic, are the rewards of such surrender. The Fool gets into the boat, and shoves off. As the waters sweep him away, moon beams light his "path" and he feels the Mistress of this dark land gazing down at him with the High Priestess's approving eyes.
Basic Meaning
With Pisces as its ruling sign, the Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. The Querent who gets this card should be warned that they may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if they have any past mental problems, they must be vigilant in taking their medication. They should avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. They can and should trust their intuition.
Thirteen's Observations
This is the card of that scary, dreamy, secret otherworld where lies the most powerful and dark magics. Primal magics. It is the card that you'd get for Jackson Pollack types, switching between being wild, mean, crazy drunks and creative geniuses. They have wicked mood swings, dark, dark, dark depressions, charming manic modes. They have no inhibitions, don't even try to behave themselves in polite society, their crazy behavior sometimes inspired, sometimes horribly embarrassing, even unbelievable, even dangerous. But the art, poetry, music they produce....it's magic. When I get this card, I let the Querent know they're in for an emotional and mental rollercoaster ride. They can do two things, either wander through this crazy, lunatic landscape howling at the moon (get drunk, wallow in depression, alienate friends and family with wild, antisocial behavior), or get in a boat and go through it purposefully (paint something!).
deadmolly · Thu Jan 31, 2008 @ 05:13am · 3 Comments |
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You feel that feeling that you hate so much the feeling that says that you care you want this feeling to fade from you to shed a tear you would not dare But the pain you feel for what you have done is more than your heart can bear So you take a hit of your cigarette and try to act like there is nothing there Suddenly this feeling is to much and you plumet into a world of pain you know that the forgiveness that you seek will never reach you, not even in vain The cuts you make are not deep enough as your heart screams out of control You make them deeper in hopes of forget But this is something that you will feel with regret As your body falls to the ground and dies You hear a scream ring out The one you have hurt picks up your body with tears you dare not see You know that it is to late to take back the thing you wished to be So as they hold your lifeless corpse a scream rings out from thier voice They cry over your body as you drip your last drop, knowing you had no choice Now the pain they feel they will walk with through life Knowing that they were to late Because as your body hit the ground all you knew was pain
deadmolly · Thu Jan 31, 2008 @ 12:56am · 2 Comments |
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I loves meh coffee...tis so good....chocolate madness! yummy!!!
If you don't like coffee or like it like meh...well I am not sure!
deadmolly · Mon Jan 28, 2008 @ 07:18pm · 0 Comments |
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Dreams are ment for dreamers |
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You dream a dream, it seems so real Then around you your world falls in The paint peals as you scream and die The dream you wished was real kills you as you sleep Your sleep walking body falls from a cliff All the way down you sleep a sleep that is so pretty You cry a tear that brings you pity But as you hit the ground you snap to reality As blood flows from your mouth into a puddle around your body A sleep that was so pretty now is filled with pain Remember now that dreams are for the dreamers
deadmolly · Sat Jan 26, 2008 @ 12:22am · 0 Comments |
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I have been wanting a taco for like four days now....that is sad as hell!
deadmolly · Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 11:14pm · 1 Comments |
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