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MY DETAILS
JOB: Artist
SMOKE: Yes
DATING STATUS: Open to suggestions
DRINK: Yes
RELIGION: Other
ORIENTATION: Bi
BODY TYPE: Little extra
MEMBER SINCE: 07/01/2008
STAR SIGN: Libra
LAST LOGIN: 02/08/2010 22:44:23
MY RATING: 9.99

HOBBIES
Martial Arts, Psychological/sociological studies, Anime, Cleaning my katana-

MOVIES
Anything Quentin Tarentino, Robert Rodriguez,Guy Ritchie, Stanley Kubrick, Vincent Price, or generally twisted in a comedic sense(anybody ever see "Little Miss Sunshine" or "Running With Scissors"?)

MUSIC
Portishead, Daft Punk, Rammstein, Dot Allison, Tricky,The Prodigy, Das Ich, Lumis, Massive Attack,Supreme Beings of Leisure, Esthero, Yoko Kanno, Taku Iwasaki(both anime score writters, and great performers)Danny Elfman & Myself

DANIEL BLAK: Digital Demon

BOOKS
Currently, Peter O'Donnell's "Modesty Blaise", Richard T. Balsley's "Cosmos Buliders", & ANY psychilogical study guide updated between 1998 & now

MY BLOGS
05/08/2009 01:28:00
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04/12/2009 21:46:59
02/22/2009 23:46:13
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Intellect, assertiveness, mental strength, someone who will tell me off in A minute if I annoy them, strong sexual appetites, pale skin, dark hair, anyone who is willing to spar with me. Long, stimulating conversations.

TURN OFF'S
Mind games- Seriously, I hate them. If you want me, fuckin tell me. if not than fuckin tell me. I hate ignorance, indecisiveness, non conversationalist, unnatural tans. & Most importantly, people who find A gun worthy A weapon. Seriously- What skill do you need to operate one? I'm proficient with 5 types of riffles, & 6 type of handguns, so I know what I am talking about. A russian sv-98 riffle is still not match, or as satisfying as using A 3', 1065 carbon steel full tang blade, with leather handle wrap, & A rosewood sheath-GOTT! Now THAT makes me randy baby!!


...So, yea user's of guns are A major turn off-

ABOUT ME
daniel blak,symbols,blak symbol

I'm something short of A mental patient. Its not intentional. These things just happen.

I create music that was recently described as "Audio Substance Abuse".

I have A website, I would like you to check out. Has some videos from my last tour; www.danielblak.com

Myspace is overrated but I do have one; myspace.com/danielblak

I run my own record label/booking company-BlakAzz Booking

I'm nice I reckon- Find out for yourself.

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Displaying 10 out of 274 comments
From: darkangel_blackwings
01/24/2010 18:54:05

Here
is something from my archives...hope you enjoy..






Mother
Dark



Come into my darkness,

let the raven kiss your virgin lips~

lips that have only tasted my womb of light.

Come now, dance within my darkness.



No flowers bright and fragrant,

no sweet songs of birds to lull you into inner peace,

no, mine is the nightshade, the numbing Belladonna,

it's bitterness taking your last breath.

And my birds sing a different song,

a song of death, destruction, rot.

Look into my eyes, do you fear to see my other side?

Does your breath catch and hold as you spiral down~

Down into my abyss, into a place you fear to go?



Mine is the black bird glutted on flesh.

Mine is the bitches with fire in their eyes.

Mine is the body ridged and foul.

Mine is the blackness of the moon.

Mine is revenge, war, death and destruction.

Mine is the weighing of your heart.

Mine is your fate, cut and sealed.



I am your demons that lurk just beneath the surface of that thin light.

I hold the ocean of blood, the darkness of the abyss is mine...chaos!

You know my names...

and in truth you know my darkness.

I am unavoidable.

No hinding place, not even in the light.

Eventually you all come into my darkness,

into my womb-tomb.



I am all that you hide from,

all that you are afraid to face.

I am the sucker of your breath,

the stiller of your heart,

the washer of your soul.

But in the end, it matters not...

You will all face me...

Better it be in knowledge and acceptance.

For I am...

Even though some refuse to see...

I am...



©October,
2008~DarkAngel_BlackWings~
all rights reserved



 

From: ZombieXDoll
01/15/2010 05:48:51

aw *huggles*

From: ZombieXDoll
01/11/2010 08:00:58

awww things will get better ^.^

From: Vampire_Princess301
01/09/2010 14:02:09

I've been doing fine as well, thank you. Nothing interesting has really come up for the new year yet, bored as usual. Except that I am going to New York soon for family; I'm going to become the godmother of my nephew and my older brother is the godfather. The funny thing is that I'm considered Christian (though I have taken like to other things lately) and my brother is Atheist... so, how does fit with the Catholic view? Ha, ha... I find it ironic, don't ya think? Anyways, what'cha been up to lately?

From: ZombieXDoll
01/09/2010 13:45:35

umm pretty well ^^ and yourslef ? ^^

From: Vampire_Princess301
01/09/2010 02:26:26

'Allo! Long time no 'speak' (ha, ha - stupid joke), how are you?

From: ZombieXDoll
01/08/2010 09:25:57

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

From: darkangel_blackwings
01/02/2010 08:27:00




From: AmoreEmpress
12/11/2009 00:40:11

WITCHYS WIKKED GRAPHIX





Purgatory



Surrounded by a steaming tar pit of dangerous animals with a taste of poisonous drugs injected through the veins.

Screaming the nightmares, the memory remains.

Climbing the vines with broken glass and pointy thorns as the prick cuts deep.

In this world mockery we weep.



Prancing along in the planted gardens of witch bane and rusted black roses only to smell death that lingers on.

Remembering the ones who are now gone.

Reading the stones as they speak in a silent, yet lukewarm tone.

Only to know, this is a psychedelic downward spiral in the shape of a cone.



Screaming, whaling…a nymph in shattered desires and reality of what remains the same.

Staring into the eyes of the black lion that is not so tame.

Fighting to the finish as it gets harder to determine the mind’s soft, innocent, crying eyes.

The only way to know is to look up to the skies.



Dressed in black rises a woman figure with a face so pail and her eyes so red.

Telling the one that the soul is dead.

Taken by the arm as she leads the path of self-destruction and bitter hate.

Oh, the sweet sounds of torture is not worth the wait.



Running to finally see a bright yellow light at the end of the tunnel but moves farther away to the mind’s eye.

Just a sweet collage of paradise is no longer a lie.

Keep reaching out to that tunnel of freedom, forgiveness, and eternal love.

Soon a greeting from The All will be disguised as a dove.



Smiling down…looking at each of the souls who desperately want to free from the thoughts of one’s own self-pity.

Come into the light, reach for that city.

Despite the cold air and confined spaces of laying there only to see.

Eventually, once forgiven, a soul will be free.



-VampireWannabe”aka”AmoreEmpress (12/10/09)



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~Magickal
Graphics~




A Handfasted Love



A kiss and a caress when two souls look into each other’s eyes to view the beauty in and out.

A feeling of self-worth and unlikely doubt.

Arms wrapped around each other feeling so warm as the soul’s sun bathing in sky clad.

Knowing to have something so glad.



Use the trust, the loyalty, the things shared so deep in common like best friends entwined with one another in the inner soul.

The way it should be, an accomplished goal.

Recognizing each other’s hearts is more nourishing and clean.

Inside the souls’s eyes gleaming like a scenic nightly ravine.



Feeling the bodies of each other nude as hands are held with a tender kiss and the mating of their souls into one.

The magic of love is now done.

Sleeping beside as the night gets light like the moon changing phases like an eternal night light.

This is a feeling so out of sight.



Eternally and forever they shall be one like the God and Goddess of this bitter, cold, yet worthy world of ups and downs.

Up comes next are the vows as hands are wrapped in a white ribbon looking like gowns.

Speaking the words of promise and love within a beautiful, vast feeling so peaceful as the sounds of the ocean.

A feeling so grand finally set into motion.



-VampireWannabe”aka”AmoreEmpress






~Magickal
Graphics~

From: AmoreEmpress
12/11/2009 00:10:05

WITCHYS WIKKED GRAPHIX





World’s Choice



Take a step inside a world of belonging and bliss.

Not a soul will ever be missed.

Bright greetings welcomed with open arms.

Many…so many full of charms.



Walk inside the world of dreams and fulfilled wishes granted over and over again forever more.

The mind is how we open the door.

Welcome to the world where those eccentric souls’s belong.

Always be forgiven when things are done wrong.



Laughter and tears all rolled into one as this path is taken.

No longer ever being felt forsaken.

As a journey is taken to an always welcomed path of love and light.

Inside the heart’s pure delight.



Freedom of choices, freedom of self-fulfilled, everlasting tasks.

Now it’s time to unveil the masks.

As a dance becomes slow, a hand reaches out to touch the soul.

No longer entering a tunnel as dark as coal.



This is a choice, a decision needing to be made.

Or the soul’s beauty will soon begin to fade.

Surrounded by darkness is another poorly made choice.

Inside the mind lies a voice.



It’s up to the world how crossed the complicated, rocky roads of life when it can not be a possibility.

It is up to the world to stretch this ability.



-AmoreEmpress"aka"VampireWannabe(12/10/09)





 

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WITCHYS WIKKED GRAPHIX





Unspoken Desires



A picture that looks beautiful from within first seen as a stone, cold heart turns warm.

Just one look, a heart could swarm.

Face to face although a stranger inside one’s compassion, yet doubtful mind.

At least it is known as one of a kind.



Stabbed in the heart as blood drips down to a puddle that looks like black paint.

When it is felt and seen, it becomes faint.

Only an illusion, a bitter piece of the tree bark tasting one’s soul like a chocolate bar.

It’s always completed, yet so very far.



Finding a way to the heart as it enters the one’s peaceful slumbers of thoughts and desires.

Only to light up the soul’s blazing fires.

Drinking the fine wine inside the imagination of smiling faces and slow dances.

Giving two people such daydreaming trances.



What’s to give when it can only be a secret kept inside because it’s only false dreams?

The pitter-patter of the wanting extremes.

Sigh…sigh…sigh…only a deep unfulfilled fantasy like a gothic romance.

Never knowing if there is a chance.



Walking away to live another day.

No words to say.

Inside the dreaming soul’s decay.

Never knowing if it’s today.



-AmoreEmpress "aka" VampireWannabe(12/10/09)



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