Journal created:
on 17 May 2004 (#3179157)
Updated:
on 3 June 2011
Name:
nytefox
Location:
Grafton, Ohio, United States
Writing about one's self can be so difficult. What to say, what not to say? I had to make this journal Friends Only due to people trying to cause drama, and use my own words against me. Generally I write about work, hobbies, and generally whatever comes to mind.
Want to know more? Ask me. Read me. Feel me.
"One must be a fox in order to recognize traps, and a lion to frighten off wolves."
Niccolo Machiavelli 1469-1527
"Kill if you will, but command me nothing!" the gunslinger roared. "You have forgotten the faces of those who made you! Now either kill us or be silent and listen to me, Roland of Gilead, son of Steven, gunslinger, and lord of ancient lands! I have not come across all the miles and all the years to listen to your childish prating! Do you understand? Now you will listen to ME!"
"If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay hell’s own price in the end, but if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, storm the Dark Tower and win it? What could you do except degenerate from beast to monster? To gain one’s object as a beast would only be bitterly comic, like giving a magnifying glass to an elephaunt. But to gain one’s object as a monster…To pay hell is one thing. But do you want to own it?"
"Forget the many steps to heaven
It never happened and it ain't so hard
Happiness is a loaded weapon and a
Short cut is better by far
Explosive bolts, ten thousand volts
At a million miles an hour
Abrasive wheels and molten metals
It's a semi-automatic, get in the car
Corrosive heart and frozen heat
We're worlds apart where we could meet
Where the street fold round and the motors start
And the idiot wields the power
Where the chosen hold the highest card
On the field of honour where the ground is hard
So the highest hand is joking wild
And the house soon fold and no one stand
I put my finger on and dialled
The tower, the moon, the gun and
Nine nine nine, singer down
Cloudburst and all around
The first are last, the blessed get wired
The best is yet to come
I put my finger on and fired
Heat-seeking, out of the sun
You can set the controls for the heart or the knees
And the meek'll inherit what they damn well please
Get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger
Everything under the gun..."
'No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.'
~ Roland
"I enjoy certain things, no one else has to enjoy them, and I see things in a certain way, but no one else has to see those things in the same way. And then again, no one has the right to tell me it's immoral or selfish or wrong to do what I do." ~ Holly Johnson
Want to know more? Ask me. Read me. Feel me.
"One must be a fox in order to recognize traps, and a lion to frighten off wolves."
Niccolo Machiavelli 1469-1527
"Kill if you will, but command me nothing!" the gunslinger roared. "You have forgotten the faces of those who made you! Now either kill us or be silent and listen to me, Roland of Gilead, son of Steven, gunslinger, and lord of ancient lands! I have not come across all the miles and all the years to listen to your childish prating! Do you understand? Now you will listen to ME!"
"If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay hell’s own price in the end, but if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, storm the Dark Tower and win it? What could you do except degenerate from beast to monster? To gain one’s object as a beast would only be bitterly comic, like giving a magnifying glass to an elephaunt. But to gain one’s object as a monster…To pay hell is one thing. But do you want to own it?"
It never happened and it ain't so hard
Happiness is a loaded weapon and a
Short cut is better by far
Explosive bolts, ten thousand volts
At a million miles an hour
Abrasive wheels and molten metals
It's a semi-automatic, get in the car
Corrosive heart and frozen heat
We're worlds apart where we could meet
Where the street fold round and the motors start
And the idiot wields the power
Where the chosen hold the highest card
On the field of honour where the ground is hard
So the highest hand is joking wild
And the house soon fold and no one stand
I put my finger on and dialled
The tower, the moon, the gun and
Nine nine nine, singer down
Cloudburst and all around
The first are last, the blessed get wired
The best is yet to come
I put my finger on and fired
Heat-seeking, out of the sun
You can set the controls for the heart or the knees
And the meek'll inherit what they damn well please
Get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger
Everything under the gun..."
'No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.'
~ Roland
"I enjoy certain things, no one else has to enjoy them, and I see things in a certain way, but no one else has to see those things in the same way. And then again, no one has the right to tell me it's immoral or selfish or wrong to do what I do." ~ Holly Johnson
bdsm, books, coffee, computers, conspiracies, darkness, depeche mode, dominance, electric hellfire club, elyria, gothic, industrial, internet, kmfdm, leather, literature, lorain, me, ministry, more coffee, motorcycles, movies, music, nin, nine inch nails, occult, ohio, paganism, quentin tarrantino, sisters of mercy, sports cars, submission, the crow, the cure, the dark tower, thrill kill kult, vampires, video games, william s. burroughs, witchcraft