Congiura

Echi di tetri rintocchi.
Scorre il vino dalle botti.

Risate allegre per la sala,
soffocate saran per brama.

Il conte solo non ha bevuto.

Laceranti grida di dolore
All’ora di un cielo di carbone.

Lunghi coltelli eliminano la sofferenza.
Le teste appese fuori sono trenta.

Il conte prende la corona che il re ha perduto.

"In fondo era normale: facevano tutti Economia. O cose simili: Giurisprudenza, Ingegneria gestionale, Amministrazione aziendale…Cos’era? Una specie di rete invisibile sospesa nell’aria sopra le teste? Solo studi utili, solo posizioni solide. Lettere o Filosofia erano inservibili cianfrusaglie. Frivolezze d’altri tempi.Ecco perché Fil, quando s’era trattato di scegliere cosa fare dopo la maturità, non aveva avuto dubbi: per la semplice ragione che non poteva scegliere. Era come se da qualche parte dell’ universo qualcuno avesse già scelto per lui. Doveva solo premere il tasto Conferma.[..]Fil era mai stato libero e sganciato?”
-P. Mastrocola. [Non so niente di te]

"In fondo era normale: facevano tutti Economia. O cose simili: Giurisprudenza, Ingegneria gestionale, Amministrazione aziendale…Cos’era? Una specie di rete invisibile sospesa nell’aria sopra le teste? Solo studi utili, solo posizioni solide. Lettere o Filosofia erano inservibili cianfrusaglie. Frivolezze d’altri tempi.
Ecco perché Fil, quando s’era trattato di scegliere cosa fare dopo la maturità, non aveva avuto dubbi: per la semplice ragione che non poteva scegliere. Era come se da qualche parte dell’ universo qualcuno avesse già scelto per lui. Doveva solo premere il tasto Conferma.
[..]
Fil era mai stato libero e sganciato?”

-P. Mastrocola. [Non so niente di te]

"

Avete mai provato quella sensanzione di vita che si sente quando ci si trova in delle librerie, o fumetterie o negozi di cd o dvd?
Quando ci si sente circondati da persone, da storie, da parole…da vita.
Quella magica sensazione che puoi avere solo lì.

Che sia il negozio di cd all’angolo, o la libreria in pieno centro. Che sia la biblioteca della città, o la fumetteria in una via sconosciuta. Che sia il negozio di dvd vicino scuola, o il negozio di videogiochi sotto casa… In quei post scorre la vita vera. Quella che ben pochi sanno apprezzare.
Le storie, la Storia… I personaggi, le persone… La morte e le stragi.. Vita.

Già, quella stupenda ed idilliaca sensazione di vita che solo lì puoi trovare.
Perchè nulla é piú bello del rumore dello scorrere delle pagine, del odore della carta stampata, della vista di multi colori, delle melodie vecchie e nuove che non muoiono mai, del ‘click’ del disco che esce dal contenitore, delle voci e dei suoni di mille persone che interpretano personaggi, dell’ordine di centinaia di scaffali senza polvere… Ma soprattutto, nulla è piú bello di vedere commessi anziani e clienti giovani.

La sensazione, no… La vita!! La vita… La vita di questi posti, è una vita che non trovi da nessun’altra parte.
Ogni cittá ha diritto a questa vita.

"

Reblogged from nightmare-shadowless-sevenfaces

Pensieri di Mezzanotte, Beatrice De Santis. (via nightmare-shadowless-sevenfaces)

                                              “I’ve felt the hate rise up in me                                        Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves                                             I wander out where you can’t see                                             inside my shell, I wait and bleed”
[Wait and Bleed - Slipknot]

                                              “I’ve felt the hate rise up in me
                                        Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
                                             I wander out where you can’t see
                                             inside my shell, I wait and bleed

[Wait and Bleed - Slipknot]

Some alchemical circles.

I don’t want to believe in what I have been reading in this days.
Two cases of tentative of murder made by a girl against her mother and two girls against a friend of them, both committed in the name of Slenderman. It’s all unbelievable.I have a lost of question about those stories: why have nobody noticed their obsession for it or a their suspicious behavior? In case someone have noticed it, why those girl hadn’t been helped? Slenderman is a story. Creepyspasta are stories. You can lose yourself in that world, but only for a moment then you must came back to real life. 
I’m sure that some people are thinking that the “evil” website Creepypasta.wiki should be closed, but, again, why? It’s because three illness girls lost their own mind reading about Slenderman, isn’t it? That’s stupid. They are mentally fragile girl and maybe they would have been driven into madness reading any others horror stories like H. Lecter or Dracula.

But, remember this for not repeat that horrible mistakes:

Slenderman does not exit.
It’s only a character, not a real demon.
It’s only the product of someone’s fantasy, not a real creature.

It’s all creativity, not reality.

I don’t want to believe in what I have been reading in this days.

Two cases of tentative of murder made by a girl against her mother and two girls against a friend of them, both committed in the name of Slenderman. It’s all unbelievable.
I have a lost of question about those stories: why have nobody noticed their obsession for it or a their suspicious behavior? In case someone have noticed it, why those girl hadn’t been helped?
Slenderman is a story. Creepyspasta are stories. You can lose yourself in that world, but only for a moment then you must came back to real life.

I’m sure that some people are thinking that the “evil” website Creepypasta.wiki should be closed, but, again, why? It’s because three illness girls lost their own mind reading about Slenderman, isn’t it? That’s stupid. They are mentally fragile girl and maybe they would have been driven into madness reading any others horror stories like H. Lecter or Dracula.

But, remember this for not repeat that horrible mistakes:

Slenderman does not exit.

It’s only a character, not a real demon.

It’s only the product of someone’s fantasy, not a real creature.

It’s all creativity, not reality.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ [8/06/2014] ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Sei mesi.
#Creepyreality

#Creepyreality

"America is the killing nameit does’t feel or distriminatelife is just a killing fieldit’s all that’s left - Nothing is realthrow away your disposable pastand fall apart like cigarette ashWe are the  fatal and vital ones of the worldand we burn your cities down”
[Slipknot - Gematria (The killing name)]

"America is the killing name
it does’t feel or distriminate
life is just a killing field
it’s all that’s left - Nothing is real
throw away your disposable past
and fall apart like cigarette ash
We are the  fatal and vital ones of the world
and we burn your cities down”

[Slipknot - Gematria (The killing name)]

My guilt and my shameAlways sell me short, always feel the sameAnd my face and my soulAlways wear me thin, always under control 
But the longest hours you’ll have in your lifeAre the ones you sit through to know if you’re rightSo I’ll wait but I pray that I’m wrongBecause I think I know what’s going onSo let me get this straightThe only will is my ownI do whatever I want and stay aloneAll my decisions make it untouchable and taintedI’m gonna suffer for the rest of my lifeBut I will always find a way to surviveI’m not a failure but I know what it’s likeI can take it or leave it or dieStay, you don’t always know where you standTill you know that you won’t run awayThere’s something inside me that feelsLike breathing in sulfurMy life is undoneAnd I’m a sinner to most but a sage to someAnd my Gods are untrueI’m probably wrong but I’m better than youAnd the longest hours I’ve had in my lifeWere the ones I went through to know I was rightSo I’m safe but I’m a little outsideI’m gonna laugh when I’m buried aliveStay, you don’t always know where you standTill you know that you won’t run awayThere’s something inside me that feelsLike breathing in sulfur, like breathing in sulfurLike breathing in sulfurLike breathing in sulfurStay, you don’t always know where you standTill you know that you won’t run awayThere’s something inside me that feelsLike breathing in sulfur, like breathing in sulfurStay, you don’t always know where you stand(You don’t always know where you stand)Till you know that you won’t run awayThere’s something inside me that feels(There’s something inside me that feels)Like breathing in sulfur, like breathing in sulfurLike breathing in sulfurLike breathing in sulfurLike breathing in sulfurLike breathing in sulfur[Slipknot - Sulfur]

My guilt and my shame
Always sell me short, always feel the same
And my face and my soul
Always wear me thin, always under control 

But the longest hours you’ll have in your life
Are the ones you sit through to know if you’re right
So I’ll wait but I pray that I’m wrong
Because I think I know what’s going on


So let me get this straight
The only will is my own
I do whatever I want and stay alone
All my decisions make it untouchable and tainted

I’m gonna suffer for the rest of my life
But I will always find a way to survive
I’m not a failure but I know what it’s like
I can take it or leave it or die



Stay, you don’t always know where you stand
Till you know that you won’t run away
There’s something inside me that feels
Like breathing in sulfur



My life is undone
And I’m a sinner to most but a sage to some
And my Gods are untrue
I’m probably wrong but I’m better than you

And the longest hours I’ve had in my life
Were the ones I went through to know I was right
So I’m safe but I’m a little outside
I’m gonna laugh when I’m buried alive



Stay, you don’t always know where you stand
Till you know that you won’t run away
There’s something inside me that feels
Like breathing in sulfur, like breathing in sulfur

Like breathing in sulfur
Like breathing in sulfur

Stay, you don’t always know where you stand
Till you know that you won’t run away
There’s something inside me that feels
Like breathing in sulfur, like breathing in sulfur


Stay, you don’t always know where you stand
(You don’t always know where you stand)
Till you know that you won’t run away
There’s something inside me that feels
(There’s something inside me that feels)
Like breathing in sulfur, like breathing in sulfur


Like breathing in sulfur
Like breathing in sulfur
Like breathing in sulfur

Like breathing in sulfur


[Slipknot - Sulfur]