Confusion

Some people are confused about the name of my blogg well i don't use it as a literal saying that dying is cool. I am jus tired of everyone saying they wish they were dead hence Dying Is Your Latest Fashion. Cuz i know if you were in a hospital bed dying you would wish to be alive and well i know i have been there so the name is as it sounds Dying Is Your Latest Fashion....

Ex Oblivione by H.P. Lovecraft

Ex Oblivione
by H.P. Lovecraft
When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to
drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall
ceaselessly upon one spot of their victims body, I loved the irradiate refuge of
sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life,
and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and
sailed endlessly and languorously under strange stars.
Once when the gentle rain fell I glided in a barge down a sunless stream
under the earth till I reached another world of purple twilight, iridescent
arbours, and undying roses.
And once I walked through a golden valley that led to shadowy groves and
ruins, and ended in a mighty wall green with antique vines, and pierced by a
little gate of bronze.
Many times I walked through that valley, and longer and longer would I pause
in the spectral half-light where the giant trees squirmed and twisted
grotesquely, and the grey ground stretched damply from trunk to trunk, some
times disclosing the mould-stained stones of buried temples. And alway the goal
of my fancies was the mighty vine-grown wall with the little gate of bronze
therein.
After a while, as the days of waking became less and less bearable from
their greyness and sameness, I would often drift in opiate peace through the
valley and the shadowy groves, and wonder how I might seize them for my eternal
dwelling-place, so that I need no more crawl back to a dull world stript of
interest and new colours. And as I looked upon the little gate in the mighty
wall, I felt that beyond it lay a dream-country from which, once it was entered,
there would be no return.
So each night in sleep I strove to find the hidden latch of the gate in the
ivied antique wall, though it was exceedingly well hidden. And I would tell
myself that the realm beyond the wall was not more lasting merely, but more
lovely and radiant as well.
Then one night in the dream-city of Zakarion I found a yellowed papyrus
filled with the thoughts of dream-sages who dwelt of old in that city, and who
were too wise ever to be born in the waking world. Therein were written many
things concerning the world of dream, and among them was lore of a golden valley
and a sacred grove with temples, and a high wall pierced by a little bronze
gate. When I saw this lore, I knew that it touched on the scenes I had haunted,
and I therefore read long in the yellowed papyrus.
Some of the dream-sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the
irrepassable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment. I knew not
which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross for ever into the unknown
land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more
terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace. So when I learned of the
drug which would unlock the gate and drive me through, I resolved to take it
when next I awaked.
Last night I swallowed the drug and floated dreamily into the golden valley
and the shadowy groves; and when I came this time to the antique wall, I saw
that the small gate of bronze was ajar. From beyond came a glow that weirdly
lit the giant twisted trees and the tops of the buried temples, and I drifted on
songfully, expectant of the glories of the land from whence I should never
return.
But as the gate swung wider and the sorcery of the drug and the dream pushed
me through, I knew that all sights and glories were at an end; for in that new
realm was neither land nor sea, but only the white void of unpeopled and
illimitable space. So, happier than I had ever dared hope to be, I dissolved
again into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life
had called me for one brief and desolate hour.

George A. Romero's Martin

Okay Horror lovers i just found out that other than zombie films george a. romero wrote a vampire movie and it's called martin now i hate vampires but a vampire movie written by the master himself will be a vampire movie worth seeing oh and there's a remake for those who don't like black and white horror. well thought i would share my excitment so see ya

Pride

It pains me that everyone has rights and all races have rights but the minorities in those races who have no rights. but as a bi-sexual male there are few states who have gay marriage and i have to go to freaking canada just to have a ceremony. so on july 27 on national gay pride day if your not out then come out, and if you are then show everyone that were not ashamed of who we are

expectations

I'm expected to fall in line, be the one that everyone can rely on. i'm i selfish or selfless for wanting my freedom. freedom of speech and expression. but because of my sexual orientation the government sees fit to strip me of my basic freedoms because i am bi i'm the same as anyone else why some can't see it i don't know. well i just need to rant so i'm going to go for now

Dying is your latest fashion

I find it hard to be around those who are always using deaths of friends and families as a reason a attempt suicide,
I am not saying that I hate those who attempt or thing about it.
Cause i have scars of my own, but choose to remember them and let them live through you.
Don't take me as someone who don't know whats it's like my friend died and suffered in his car at the scene of the acciedent for 12 hours.
I also know that some attempts were from unbearable pain inflected by peers.
this i can understand.

Just a few More words what ever your reason if you end i don't judge and the pricks who do aren't worth remembering