Name: MyLostLenore
Birthday: Jan 21 1997
Location: Arroyo Grande, California
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Tue, 09 Nov 2010
Membership: Member
Personal Bio
My name is Isaac, I'm 13, bisexual, i love coffee, and gothic and symphonic metal.
~~~Other Accounts: DarkRedWings, Lacrimosa
~~~Previous Accounts~~~
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-I have short, dyed black hair, hazel eyes, and I am kind of tall. I like to wear lots of black clothing. :)
-Sometimes I like to put black eye makeup underneath my eyes.
-I am still learning the basics, so I haven't cast any spells yet.
-I am interested in Shamanism, Satanism, Paganism, Wicca and the Occult.
-Kinesis, divination, spirit guides, crystals and herbs are topics I am interested in.
-I love all animals, especially owls, snakes, fish and CATS!!
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Great Quotes:
''The basics to magic should be learned at least somewhat before you begin any kind of magic. Because honestly you need to learn how to do it general to do it in a more functional form.''---SaidGuidenc
"Darkness is simply the absence of light" ---Puzuzu
"It's too bad that stupidity isn't painful." ---Anton LaVey
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A Sequel of Decay-Tristania
Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal waste of my enslaved emotion
Agents of the cross in argentine frailty
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering...
In decadence I take thee by the hand
too frail...to gain the promised land
too frail...to take your pain away
too frail...a sequel of decay
May millenniums gather
on the mirage of desolated souls
far between departure and sorrow
I breed my afterthought
In thy hours of vast dejection's haunt... wane
Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal waste of my enslaved emotion
Agents of the cross in argentine frailty
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering...
An angel strays upon my door
so frail and lost within
To weep upon her days of yore
my decadent come in
Her stain and tears upon my floor
the sorrow that she brings
Devotion of a life outworn
in decadence come in
May thy lids desorb from emerald seas
a pending solitary
Though thy pain redeems, life it seems to be
a fragile sanctuary...
