The return of the purplerodent

From the depths of the abyss to the fires of radu i rise again. I return from the exile bestowed on me from the haters of kuthulis the blood suckers of daggoth the women slayers, child grabbers of ralium.
Lost was i, searching was i, only to come back to my true self. In worship, study of the lamentations and scripts of old yonder. The return of kuthulis the new age of dagoth, the frontier of ralium. I welcome ye back...........

The return of the purplerodent

MY LAST 2007 WORDS,

As the golden compass movie comes out, adapted from the book(DARKNESS MATERIAL). It makes me happy that at least a couple of people will visualise and understand the thoughts of shifting into different worlds. The dreams of actually living in a parrallel universe, the thoughts, dreams, of the purplerodent. nahhhhhhhhh...

As this will be my last 2007 blog post. I really love it. Iam going into rehab for the holidays for 14 days, alittle scary. I have over the past few days, discovered alot about myself and my life. GOD the deity is real in my life. The secret is actually not a secret but a fact of life. Alot of us choose to ignore. I refuse to fall back into my depressing state, into my abyss of sadness. I will love myself, whats wrong with that. I want to live, i want to have kids, i want to be old. LIFE IS A JOURNEY. I want to be who i can be. I want to tell tales of joy and happy ever after. I want to go back to the floor, before i learnt how to walk. I want to draw, dream. I want to move on now. I want to set new goals, new heights, i want to get over my x n move on. I want to cultivate true friend ship. i want to LOVE. I want to be real, i want to be true.

I want to wish everyone who reads this bloga merry xmas and a happy new year peeps. I leave you with this quote:

1. Every blade of grass has an angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow! Grow!" : The Talmud

2. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a fine spirit of hope of achievement. You are here to enrich the world and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand. : Woodrow Wilson

3. Whenever you see darkness, there is extraordinary opportunity for the light to burn brighter. : Bono

4. If you have one eye on yesterday, and one eye on tomorrow, you're going to be cockeyed today.

5. The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.

6. am too blessed to be stressed! : Anonymous

7. If you are going through hell...keep going. : Winston Churchill

8. My mind is a garden. My thoughts are the seeds. My harvest will be either flower or weeds. :Mel Weldon

9. Every man is the architect of his own fortune. : Sallust

10. The grand essentials for happiness are: something to do, something to love and something to hope for. : Chalmers


Peace everybody and GOD the deity bless you. Purplerodent the mindhunter signing out...
comments yo! give me a good read next year.

AS THE YEAR COMES TO A CLOSE

As the year comes to a close i visualise and look back unto the past 11 months. Broke up with the love of my life, found another, being hospitalised 3 times, felt how crap intubation can be. wrote stories of sadness, death, life, freedom. Discovered new bands, forgot others, got into a state of depression, became suicidal, tried suicide. Felt how great life is. Did some good ads, did alot of shit ads. Made new friends, forgot others. Discovered true ones and ditched fake ones.

alcohol taste the same on all days, but sweetest on a weekday. Found out iam an alcholik. Have a shrink called catherine, and her mate old job watene. Still searching for the truth in life, religion feels like the wind. Philosospy is philosophy. Those you work with are just your work mates. Don't fuck a chick from the office. Women have become very upfront. Got to feel how it is to be seen as a piece of meat to be eaten. Discovered that as much as i wanted something else, all she wanted was sex. JUST TO FUCK ME. ha! felt weird even weird when it happened again and again. ( with different girls) the mind hunter is prey)

Why do i write? Because it feels great, i escape from the reality and build my own realm. I visualise other creatures, create other beings extend my thoughts of creation and imagination. I do not write what i write because iam evil, because iam a demon loving atheist. i write because i just love to write about that which runs in a realm of the unseen.

For the ones who hate me, loathe, me, FUCK YOU AND YOU MAMA. I DONT FUCKING CARE WHAT ANYBODY THINKS OR SAYS. ITS BEEN A FUCKED UP YEAR AND I AM REBORN.

what the fuck iam just bored

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME IN

PLease please let me in iam beging you..............

LOVE IN BONDAGE

etherial thoughts..

I CRY TOO....

In thy walk in the world, they ridicule me, abuse me, tease me.... reveal my weakness. I once came across a man with no eyes, one with no feet another with no arms.... all in unison they worked together.. in unison they helped each. It was amazing in the light of all they pushedon..... i can walk alone but love to walk amongst them...


From the very start i was alone, from the very start i was an outcast. . from them they chassed me from them i lost my wings.. from them i lost my will to live..... But iam now revelling in the songs of my spirit... in my own calm storm.i watch as i grow back into a creature far greater thaN they could imagein. the spirits saved me.. kept me.. taught me. To be special is a gift, to be different is not a sin. To crave the other, rather than the latter is not abomination. to BE OR NOT TO HEAL....

Today i leave the nest to hear and follow the sound s ringing in my ears,,,, i have heard them for years and they said soon.. i will have to look for them ].. i turn back for a last glance in hope... in hope of a call baack. Deeep in me though i want to follow my destiny.. the gates shut tehe water rises the only visual symbol of my keepsers .. my saviours .. The crows fly a wave they dissapear. In fog iam lost... in sound iam found. What where how. Wherre will i go waht wil i do.

FOLLOW MY HEART, MY SOUL, MY INSTINCT. FOLLOW THE SOUND

All i have is death thoughts of teh keeper, carry on are the thoughts of my progress.. my wings are getting bigger, the sounds lounder, the feeelings deeprer . the inrigues intense the feeelings are taking control now.. I do not fathom the thoughts of my transgressors for now i feel in the rythm of what is going on.. My body iss in pain. more painfull than their hate ,,, more tearfull than their whipps. more etherial than my keepers brush.........

someone is forming ,, something is growing,, iam evolving . i feel like iam getting out of my skin........ iam inn pain auuuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhh..... BUT YET IT FEELS SO GOOOD.. I AM REBORN OR IAM DYING. TONIGHT UNDER THE WOMB OF FOG I DISCOVER MY PLIGHT. I TAKE NO FLIGHT. FOR MY ANSWERS,,,, MY DESTINY IS COMING TO A CLOSURE AND A BEGINING OF WHAT IAM WHAT I CAN BE HHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHHA....


LET THE PAIN, TAKE CONTROL, LET THE PLEASURE FLOW, LET MY BLOOD DRIP. LET MY FLESH TEEAR. LET MY WINGS GROW. LET THE GODS SEE A CHILD CREATED BY THEM BURN IN TORTURE. ONLY TO BE REBORN THEY SAY. MY SAVIOUR AWAITS MY DESTINY IS NOT GONE BUT BEGINING. THE DEVIL, THE ANGEL, THE DEMONS, THE PRINCIPALITIES HEAR MY SHRIEK. LET MY ENEMIES KNOW IAM COMING TO THEM TO THEM IN THEIR DREAMS TO THEM IN THEIR WWAKE O DEATH THEY SHALL NOT RUN. THE STORM IS ABOUT TO BREW.... HAHAAHHHAAHHHAHHHHHHHAHHHHAHAHH IAM REBORN. IN SPIRIT FORM.. LIKE A DEMON IAM NOT, AN ANGEL IAM NOT. WINGS OF FIRE.. A BODY OF WITERED FLESH BREAKIN OUT OF DARKNESS THAT CANT SMOTHNER MY AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


IAM FREE

Daggoth had risen again and was nearlly done with his transformation into dashith... This time trouble wil follow his victims to their famiules to their friends.. His demon hold shall not be unchainned. The power of dashitH was in unison and aheadd of every exorcists, hunters reign hahahaha let the tales begin in hate, blood, entrails,,, stakes.... posssesion....DEATH



It was a night of fun and gallore at marthas house.. The party was all in full swing,... with guests dressed as ghosts, demons, devils, imps all the gholish eveil they knew.. Haha what a wonderfull place for evil rto reign and in its true form.. Halloween party hahahah... In africa as such it was awesome... Dashith was here mingling with the stupid, bblack, white, indian folks.. In their costumesand him in his truew form.. In thier drunken state all they could say was.... Greatt costtume DUDe,, really cool"

In his evil deep voice he would nod and answeer its not a coistume its me in my true self.... They would laugh out loud embracing evil in its natural form... Touching dashith leaving his scent on them ... his aours on their skin... on their souls... A way for them to be traced latter.. for to their ddooommmmmm...... they were headed....


Outside the porch out into the woods.... they crept, they moved.,,,, they sort to eat.. to dismember... to partake of souls and flesh, hearts and brains,... hands and legs... blood for the fill .. blooood for the flesh.. The souls is dashiths that they cannnot dare touch.. Dagrib they were called then and are still called. The followers of evil,... the vultures of the underworld.. the scavengers of the outrerr world... With any demons comes them,, with every principality cvomes more of them.. sobsobsob Martha and her freinds were so dead.... dead and lost sobsobsob hell shall partake tonight... in clear view of the fulll beautifull mooon. sobsobsob.... Damn what death.. what blood.. waaht screams.. whats cries shall rent this beautifull night................

To hell and back

In my walk of life, i expect trouble. In wake of the day i vision prosperity, happiness and love.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could;
some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as
you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with
too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nervous Breakdown

In my imagination, in my imancipation, i recoil back to the hole i came from. Iam in all view of them, they all look at me. wondering, laughing, critics, hores they are. Devils of falich, they are. Enemies of yakub, prophets of ballim.

I come in terror not peace. I come to devour, not give, i come to kill. NOT LET LIVE. i come to ambush, not warn. I come at night, sleep not by day. For the evil that over took yakuth at the altar of halinwai has risen in the souls of men. Spread out in all their lust cities, in all their debacharu=y, in all their muder. hahhaahahhhaha.....

She mothered me, taught me the ways, stated the rules. If any hahahaa. I was to be called kalith, the lost, tamsi the sweet. I leared to prey, hunt, feed, kill. Hurt, change, destroy. I was thee source. I was thee choosen one. If i was given any choice at it. LIfe gives us no choices. From birth to death its all writen down.

When he formed the earth, before it was fashioned. Your life was drawn is drawn, like a finished portrait, a written book. From birth to death. U change nothing for he is today tommorrow and forever. THe story of immortatilty........

IMMORTATILY AT LAST

The whole world sickened me, more & more consuming me like a savage terminal illness. Over the edge sanity and drawing a hot bath, I began a note. Telling the world of my demise...I signed my name & slipped into the hot water. Oddly it felt relaxing, making my morbid task seem somewhat easier. I retreived the blade from my departed husband's razor & made an incision. My tears flowed from my eyes, like the blood from my wrists, as I whimpered how much I missed my loved ones.

At the edge of death and lying in my dilluted blood, a shrouded dark figure appeared before me. Her long, thick, curly dark locks of hair spilled over her shoulders, much like that of a lion's mane. I thought her presence to be that of an angel, her face appeared so soothing & comforting. she told me she could help me, informing me that the choice was mine. Dillusions of death taunted me, and out of fear, I cried for her to save me.

My next reccollection of events was foggy, clouded somehow, for time seemed to have stood still. My eyes fluttered open, realizing I was in a mausoleum. The dim glow of a candle illuminated the cold marble room, casting shadows about. I gasped at each, thinking I saw them move, my vision seemed peculiar,but somehow more crisp & clear. I felt dizzy & there was a constant pulse beating in my ears. Then, out of the shadows, sathlim stepped forth. A pain like no other consumed me. I cried out as I felt my guts wrenching & twisting inside. The clearest memory was that of my tiny feet on the cold floor as I walked toward her, not knowing where I was going or why.
"What have you done to me?" I screamed. "This is a fate worse than death itself!" with a hint of desparation.
she sat at the edge of the bed, gently caressing my brow. I did not understand, but I could smell the blood within her wrist, as she touched me. I was being overwelmed by my senses. They seemed magnified 1,000 times. The trees were alive...I felt I saw everything around me, breathing. It was undescribable to mortals. She pricked hers wrist gently allowing some blood to surface. I lunged at it, then recoiled, for I felt completely confused. Why did I desire & crave the blood? I cried even more in confusion.
"Drink, child." she whispered softly.
And it was then that I began my descent into immortality.

Rebirth

In the decadense of filth, the score of hurt, the revenge of yogsothoth. Out of the abyss, back into teh realm of the living. The purple one returns..... From the white washed halls, of nakobi hosi, into the walk of cripple valley, the road of rovery. Teh journey continues, baut but the light at the end of the tunnel can, be seen................Praz ye of fath...................................

TOGETHER WE FLY, TOGETHER WE FALL, TOGETHER WE ALL SEE THE LORD WHEN HE CALLS.

TOGETHER WE FLY, TOGETHER WE FALL, TOGETHER WE ALL SEE THE DEVIL WHEN HE CALLS.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ...................

The birth of halinwai and the death of yogsothoth

yogosothoth

In the grave of yunns, lied yugsothoth the brave, the evl the suckling the younglin partaker. The mind deceiver, the immoral intiater...........In its prime he/she was immensley active in the actuall world of motals.. I stummled into his grave home on my way past kuthulis and mentors entrance. Sacrificial youngling were laid downaround her, shrieks wre haeard as they lai cold, blood was fillling the tablet of souls as she turned to stone in an orgy of pain and pleasure. They were fed to her as she lay down turning killing, destroying, conceving.....PARTAKING OF THE YOUNGLINGS....

dark, cold, bloody.... musty the smell of a thousand corpses laid back twice then upon each other, blood poured blood drank, entrail out, heads bust oopen.... stomachs eaten.. skulls white a wash wwith pure, scorch from the saliva of hate, the mouth of blasphemy, the tounge of seduction, the body of HALINWAII WAS CONCIEVED.......the death .....eternal banishment to halifki the great, gOD of the immortals the......................younglin killers..aaaahhhhhhhhhshakith yogosothoth was gone..

We loose, we notice, we have we assume. No freedomn we were doomed to die thulis new.. the child of hate is hate itself, the younglin of death is death itselff..if you sow hate you reap hate..sow death you get death..................


( lost but around awat teh next Sorry for the gtn lost.... THE BORN ARE BRED TO CHANGE.THE GOOD IS HERE TO BALANCE TE EVIL}

Coming soon halinwaii the demon witch

In beauty we thrive, in disgrace we derive passion, thrill.Halinwaii the demon witch, passion of immense pleasure, death of immense pain, bondage of unthinkable escape. Chains of immortal flames, tears of eternal streams. Screams of utter pain..

Coming soon Halinwaiii, the story of the demon wtch. Keep checkin y iam about to unleash a script from the underground sacred book of dagoth of utter hate and disgrace, unthinkable horrors, sexual pleasures of the demon kind intertwined with the desire of man to get more, LUST SHALL DESTROY THY. HAHHAHAHAHAAA

A script of passion

In the sea of oblivion, in the age of union, i await for reason

I long for love in the catalysm of a mirror image, HATE OR LOVE, PAIN OR SORROW.

I wait, i live i patiently ponder.

FOR THE SALVATION OF MY SOUL...

great words

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back!

Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime
to forget someone. Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fadesaway. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to
keep you human, enough hope to make you happy. Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. one way or another, to those who make you smile when you really need it, to those that make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, to those who you want to let them know that you appreciate their friendship. And if you don't, don't worry, nothing bad will happen to you, you will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten someone's day

Emacipation of the purplerodent

i have walked, iam walking in the realm of reality and fiction. In the face of utter dissolotion and pure knowledge. On the cliff of salvation and utter death. Close to salvation yet away from resolution. My mind is mixed in a dillusion to recover it self and find out, who or what it is. The drugs, alcohol, the women. Nothing, nothing total vanity, vanity. Salvation. we seek, salvation we shall get. In the residence of satan lies the distractors of men. The blood thirsty, the deviants, the killers. The abominables. In the house of the lord dwels, peace, serenity, peace, serenity. What more can a soul ask for. From the abyss i shall rise, from the abyss i have risen. From terror and chaos i walk away, i choose to cease, the travail.. but only only i wish only my evidence could be destroyed, my past erased. FOR MY FANGS THAT THIRST BLOOD STILL REIGN... ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME UNTILL THE THIRST CONSUMES ME. SDFGHJFGHJ

OF ALL THE THINGS I HAVE LOST... I MISS MY MIND THE MOST........
.......................................................................................................................The purplerodent.

mudskippah: To be young, gifted and African

mudskippah: To be young, gifted and African

IMMORTAL SONGS

Theirs something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing. Its like a self control i fear it's never ending, controling. I can't seem to find myself again, my walls are closing in, i have felt like this before.
SO INSECURE....

Crawling in my skin this wounds they will never heal. fear is how i fall confusing what is real.

This comfort in the sea has pulled itself upon me, distracting, reacting. Against my will i stand beside my own refelction. Its haunting i cant find myself again. RETURN OF THE SON. KUTHULIS RISES AGAIN.


The never ending, ever immortal. LINKIN PARK, SYSTEM OF DOWN, COLD PLAY, NEPHILI, NIRVANA, DISTURBED, BATS FROM HELL. Let the exorsism begin, let the drinking of blood from the nirvana last dated over rated. not tasted human virgin. We come for the soul, physicall shall die. Immortal shall.. NIRVANA.....

Visit to the Nither lands

On a lonely, broken down house. The demon stood the creature breathed. Fire and brimstone i saw. Open chest i looked, no flesh and bone i saw. My soul departed, my being gutted by the flames of the ibis, the pricipality the cintalion. I saw a head, with legs and arms moving upward to the demonic.. Blood oozing out of its nouth, like a spider it skuttled off, in snail pace so as to pain me with the visual of its obsenity, blasphemeous look. Up the sky i saw a naked man, dead man. Layed apon a tablet tabel, covered in a whit sheet only till his toes. Thats hoi thought it was a man. around him, the demonic children hovering. No eyes, but sockets, draining his blood eating entrails as their mentor... operates. He dipped his hand into the man chest, spattered blood all over and came out with the mans heart.. Hovering around it was his soul.. Hahhah which he quickly swalloed in his being of disgust and tossed the heart out into the wind.... Up i looked as another abomination picked it up. A naked looking creature. Like a scorpion, with a tail, only that the tail has a head laughing in grimace as. Its claws, big as dragons growing from the foot of a human, clammped the head in laughter the tail laughed. sadistically as hell fire and brimestone shot in all areas and angels of this,....this abominable place. In the air they tossed the heart to and fro like a ball as i saw it.. i grimaces.

Below the cliff, lies skulls and bones of hideous creatures unfathomable to the human minds. If it was alive and seen by a mortal.. Insanity would prevail and death soon after..one was a human.. in body with a head the size of a bull, horns sharp as sword protuded from its forhead and joind other from the side. The mouth looked like a chain saw and below it had legs, legs that looked like animalistic abominations. One had legs that resembled a horse, or is a mule. In disgust i turned only to face them finishing off the body on the Marbel tabel. They notice me and i begin to rum to the porthall i run.. to make it back will i. Abomination is all around, they are persuing me they are pursuing me. Down here the name that saves is not even mentioned.......can i remmember arrrrrrrrrrrggg i run to the temple i run to the portal i run. The abyss has seen me and forever we shall .it shall it shall be with me i run i run.....