giant opera impression with various songs cradle von thronstahl etc on this text on alas de ellendeh fb

the publishing of stories based ON the very music is HOPEFULLY not SPAM?

thank you

well, lets see i mean, who cares for art.

songs used after satiriasis, lord abortion, beneath the howling stars

this will once be composed as

posttriaellegy (the opera heightline before the afteropera) eth ehr rith, first three, t is the postriaellegy, the h is a coiling of long whispers, some after shocks, side stories, spins, more whisper lines, and a little bang, then more whispers, and a final drum, and ssssssssszsss then it sleeps, then the next three sentences of etherith begin.

and yes, schopehauer sentences are the longest, mine are even longer sometimes, and lautreamont is also among the longest sentence writers.


an apocalyps in my story, never happens, it sort of screws up the universe at times, and my music.

next sentence only you get another posttriaellegy, but then SOME of you be sitting on a planet, with giant holograms for movies, and well, sound DOES, have limits to get bigger, ADRENALINE, has also, but it never bores in any way. the 200 years before you can always cry at the lost times.

the opera is being developed on basis of INSPIRATION hope we get copyrights somehowwww

andhhhhhh, the first war was over, and hethred, seat on a large spine of a traingle, rose, the triangle as shadow, it rose, it split the all deeps so high she coiled deeper below high athrone seated, higher then the heights of the titaniums depths, lower, shadow so vast, trough the lones waterdrops in billions of years for the lones and the ones found only rarely, all alone, and still deeper, and the radiant vixen blades swirling even fled, and it rose beyond, and the shadow was as blot as hethreds anger... and above, mellow wept melancholy, and took a breath, so sleep a breath, and shivered, so cold, and she sighed, so slooow, as times slooow, hundreds of years, the angels fell as if eaten back into their altars of ice, absinth and opiata and sephiaeh, all hummed of a tears trough the skins, so cryyying, so in sweeeeet be lyyying, lying of love, and a moment of silence, a bleu moment before war, and hethred unleashed her armies, her four daughters eaten legions all her cast, from the myriads to her now all legions lesbians swung, alllll into the dark, the legions of rothhalm swung above, the gates ripped, cracks appeared, the windows bricked splintered, splinters right, left, assymetrical they shot flung into the dirt pounding on the dirt, casting clouds, giant windowss splinters of the dungeons below in the ravine of thetanium, threw blows clouds bombs as if onto the sand and dust splinters, and shot and broke rocks this splinters, legions from the fine pyramid, silver in one cast, leaped leaped down over the rothalm fractures, glimmer spirits blacklucid spirits leaaaaaaps of stealth, absinth, opiatic, sepheah, three generalesse of melancholy, as bolders fell, as doves dead counters and lay before hate as feathers, the all shook, the fires upon earth such symmetries, among the coiling sparks of the red fireworks, but sizes of mm, sizes of seeds broken or tortured or scattered, or burnt roasted and fracturing and shrivelled of pains, this red sweet life tumbling all over, the pains none knew, and as yet, it was all and the majestic fire arts of hethred, craaaaze of her madness, the fallen as doves, the crying as angels, as waters, as woe, as sleeeps of silk,... hethred, for destroy the reality a billion times, did but a cigarette lighted, she, for an earth, for reality even, but on earth, enough was enough. her black ladies raged of more height then fumes that grow stars but as fumes be a fume of thousands of miles if the reality, was... a grain of rice...

  • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh HETHREDS HORDES? PURPLE HORDE ADVANCED LEFT AND DOWN? SWIRLING GRACE FULL LASH IN FIRES LEFT DOWN SEEPING UPON THE EARTH, TROYUGH? TROUGH THE EARTH, UPON ANAEHTHEANA!
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  • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh HETHREDS GREEN AND SEPIA BLEU LASHED RIGHT AND A LARGE SPIN AND WAAAAAY OUT OF COURSE AND RETURNED AND LASHED NORTH OF ANAEHTHEANA
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  • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh HETHREDS ORANGE LE4GIONS LASHED IN A GIANT SLOOOOO WTHINNING LINE, SLOOOOOOOOW WAYYYYY RIGHT? SLOOOOOW GLIDING, a giant instant fuse of bombs sheer stroke she legions of orange, and a hook in their move and fastest then anything lASHED UPON ANAEHTHEANA8
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  • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh reddish glimmers dark coiling individuals glimmer here there, lashing at others of hethreds legions, fierce and slow, unable to resist the greeds below, raaaaaage for them, but still at time for the wars, lashing along,...
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Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 13, 2012 at 21:55

thank you clap clap clap hands

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 13, 2012 at 22:00

you don't do it enough anymore these days, clapping, its a very jovial kmirky way of apreciation, disdained as yet, very smiley, amused and yet, frolicy glad for the coming banquets, of new NON plastic delicacy. (including new salads thanks to monsanto) its a releave of the heart, its like, you get a cardiac arrest, when the movie releases, you be clapping pretty hard, cause if you just sit there, i do know, some people gonna die 

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 13, 2012 at 22:02

and why would you clap for a movie? because in the future, all reactions of audiences will be taped, and NOT, for spying or security, but for artists to forever have their own audience even movies or theatre, to store the enthusiasmsss, this, is... highly moving to artistszzzz zzzzz thank ya for a moment of silence. and no spamming theatrical bally attitudesssz

Permalink Reply by House Atlantic on February 13, 2012 at 22:41

God dammit he found the other sections of the forums

Permalink Reply by Keman on February 13, 2012 at 23:01

"the publishing of stories based ON the very music is HOPEFULLY not SPAM?"

This is not spam, just a huge bunch of horseshit.

Permalink Reply by Nox Tyrannus on February 14, 2012 at 2:44

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 15, 2012 at 3:45

if dani filth, betrays any art on this site, if i do, there is just a few lines of betrayal, and by GOD, i will fidn 26 and 26 and 26 teams of girls, and they will stake your heart out, trough a fucking bed, into a fucking log we have mounted on it, AND I WILL DECORATE YOU AGAINST THE SEALING MY FRIEND, AND I WILL HAVE YOUR BRAIN HOOKED TO A FUCKING COMPUTER, AND YOU CAN LOOK AT YOUR SELF HANGING THERE. AND INTRAVENEUSLY KEPT ALIVE.


THAT MAKES SENSE DOES NT IT?


one disdain that does not exist, because the other disdains all, even angryness, which does n't even exist, but to be angry at existence. 


Alas Ellhe De EllendehTonya Prather

what should the miserable, the cowardly and the ones who are tortured by truth do with a magnificance that spits in their face? It is the most poison salive... And is that not not what they least wanted and we most wanted? Did we do anything?

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    • Tonya Prather for some it's easier to ignore the truth, than face it. to live within the lie, is the true poison that sickens you.. hmm, I don't know

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh its not to live within the lie that bothers me, its to not even be told the lie, but be contempted and revolted in glances soooooo whispering paranoid, and sooo subtly looking just seconds here and there out of the direction of the truth, utterly nervous by even the greatest sppontanuity, to not know where lie is, and but in being smeared with filth, i presume it, i weep screeching it not treu, when i see it, i am still too dumb or incapable to recognize it. all on my is butter, all in me is repulsion.

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh 

      i give them my grave, and they are disgusted i even provide them my body so long to rot, i give them a world of beauty, and they look away of changes and passions to love it, to caress it, they are too ugly for its sweet skin, the poison ofbeauty and the greed for beauty, rejects eachother to such standard of perfection, but how sickening it is, fractals poetics in living for poets, free will worthless to deceivers of a hydregon bomb of violets worth.

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh have you any idea how small a comment here in this city of despaired betrayal of such debile bastard sun children can be? In the greatest conspiracy of the belittled little creepy rats, if you dropped a cow of pure bacon in this sewer, they would be vomiting era's of shit, and slime all from their suffocated filthy hairs and shiver of their soul eating as piss on their shrivelled remains.

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh who betrays a future eternal for their children? for a moment of death to their already struggling weary convulsion miserable soul? that they proceed this ounce of sacrifice, how glad i am to make their betrayal more weight on them, i would have no now nor later better sadness to show them.

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhxdzYosu8E

       

      Mountain King - Gotos Bloodbath

      www.youtube.com

      Demo song of the forthcoming Mountain King Gotos Bloodbath CD! Beware!

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh why does a stupid person say three things always? you are stupid, you offend me, you are JUST like me... and the only thing it has to say is... you must listen to me.

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh 

      the pleasure of the offense or the fortune they were so good i could give them such amical words as "go piss on my grave" are not bestowed on me as a delicacy, only that they pull their trousers at my grave, and shrivel and drought face themselves, and refuse to piss on my grave, for that was always a grant from anyone so honoust among us, now, they will see how gladly we accept being trodded upon, and lay frail in weakness roses as flowers white black purple bleu, to gently melt with misery.

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    • Tonya Prather what doesn't offend people? people just look at me, and say I offend them..

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh yeps

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh they are alone, their friends do the same, we are bliss, no ones runs into us constantly.

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh thank you anyway for this little scratching some sardonics out me, i will put this with my notes wowow, i wanted to say this for a long time.

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh ‎:D

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    • Alas Ellhe De Ellendeh therapy at last

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Sade will say, we always rested in the same grave my friend, where we did not want them to find it.

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the only art they know, is have the arts run from one guichet to another, from one bureacracy to another, from one office to another, and they sign their goodbye with disdain. the doubt even sinking in its doubt under good, ever been there? its not bad, how one survives, well, the occult sort of cracks the seed of their power, and its becomes still as suffering dry wood. If they ever read a book or come across a line, they think it will just be a automatic staircase in a supermarket, and all they expect and all they get, is an empty used shopping bag, the oceans welcome it and the fish happily choke in it http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gsENIbZb...!

when you have betrayed the world, the future, beauty, goodness, children, girls, what have you left? babies? that is a blank sheat, it is not written nor good for you, therefore i will never name it again, and but see what becomes of it. i will never want to see one again, to fear it becomes you.

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 15, 2012 at 3:45

or also, you could say i had enough, and be coming for my vampire laurels to select of a received hate, i will see a begging repugnent little shits

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 15, 2012 at 3:50

ALL you can do with Obama MORON, is to lick his hand and fuck him up the ass, and i can say him to do, is to fuck you up the ass, and i had sixthousand beautiful ideas, so to see you do that to eachother, MAKES ME FUCKING SAD! 

HAHEHEEZMKJEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHEHEHHEHEHEHEH

you skullfuck yourself more before you ever fucking taste the vinnegraitte in mayonnaise so fat of the most disgusting oil that was ever invented, the french frie oil rooting vulgarly on the orchids, AND TO SEE YOU RATHER CRY OF WARM BAKED CHOCOLATE, SO WE CAN REST IN PEACE!

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 15, 2012 at 3:52

one day the arts will be so free, that we can perform before 100 billion, and smile so embarassed, that there is not one half second of no innocence in any of them, and an ounce of brutality you have a lightning strike of, is weary sucked up by black matter.

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 15, 2012 at 3:55

WHAT DOES THE LEGAL LAW MEAN NOT TO PROTECT THE HYSTERIA OF YOU MAN! NO LAW WILL PROTECT YOU! WHAT DOES THE LEGAL LAW MEAN, IF NOT TO PROTECT THE ANY ARTS OF OPERA OR CLASSICAL BEAUTY? THE LAW MEANS NOTHING TO ME THAT PROTECTS NO BEAUTY. AND THE LEGAL LAW DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU FOR THAT REASON. I WILL SEE KINGS TOO EMBARESSED TO ACT, DEFENDED BY MY FUCKING CRUELTY, THE BEAUTY THAT YOU ARE SUCH A CONVULSING LITTLE FREAK, THAT MY BEAUTY WILL SMUG OF PROUD, TO MAKE YOU THE HORRORS OF MODERNISM ULTIMATE LITTLE FUCKING MOSQUITO, STUCK WITH A NEEDLE TO A SEALING! AND SEE EVERYONE, EVEN YOUR FRIENDS... LAUGH!

Permalink Reply by alas de ellendeh on February 15, 2012 at 3:59

I heard Schopenhauer say, that Wagner should stick to poetry, and for my pleasurable debates with my dead friends, there is no vanity or stupidity or embarassment in me alive, to tell you, YOU SHOULD STICK TO LOBOTOMIZING YOURSELF, AND THEN I WILL CLEAN THIS FUCKING SITE, FROM A WORM COILING IN MY FUCKING EYE BALL! IT DOES NOT EVEN FIVE SECONDS COME TO ME, TO GET IT OUT, FOR THEN I MUST TOUCH IT.

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