How anticlimactic...
Right. Good morning team. My name is Edmund Blackadder and I'm the new minister in charge of religious genocide. Now, if you play straight with me you'll find me a considerate employer, but cross me and you'll find that under this playful boyish exterior beats the heart of a ruthless sadistic maniac. Now, any Ploppies here?
All kidding aside, greetings and salutations. Therion and me, we go way back... well, not so much way back. A'arab Zaraq was the first album I fell in love with (but all would-be biographers should notice that the actual first Therion song I was exposed to was Lemuria, although, at the time, my knowledge of the divine audio orgy's name was somewhat flawed. In fact, it didn't really exist; I had no idea what I was listening to. My ears, of course, felt a triple orgasm flow through them nonetheless.) - true, the first album I *tried* to fall in love with was Crowning of Atlantis, but at the time I wasn't really in the mood for it (much like Dream Theater and their Metropolis).
Lemuria is to this day my favorite Therion song and, also, quite coincidentally, my favorite Therion album. Lemuria is... what a multiple orgasm in Heaven would feel like.
So... there. That's my connection to Therion.
As for who I am... well... there have been psychiatrist who have claimed they have a pretty good idea. I say boo to them.
I'm supposedly a student of philosophy and information technologies (do not even begin to contemplate the sheer lovecraftian magnitude of the potential connection between the two), and, um... I like to create. Whether it is prose or poetry, music or movies, I'm not really that picky - as long as I can throw my vision at someone with the awful force that only a pretentious artistic funfest (that is my work) can provide.
I'm not really that self-absorbed... really. I'm not. Ask god. Any of them.
Or one of the many colorful voices that like to echo in the vast voids of my cranium.
The gang's all there, y'know...
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So, anyways, greetings
/Riding the beast
Babalon
Lilith through Naamah
Guardian of Dreams
Let thy water flow/
NTSMS has gone Frankfurt - again! 