by IceWind
About Me
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Patrizia (but I prefer Patty)
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WhiteShadow('98), FireAngel('99),
FlyShadow('00)
1965
Capricorn
European/Caucasian
Somehow blonde =)
Blue-green
5'5
110lbs
PTSD, *Cain*
Yes
3, two girls and one boy
Air
Enlil
Jeans and Shirts
8 brothers and 2 sisters
Wolf
Late Night

Martial Art
All... but most of all Blood ..muahahaha
Constantine, Equilibrium
I hate TV and almost never watch
Red
Nightwish, E-Nomine, Unheilig
Thoughts
To become a God, heal and change the
whole world
No
Sometimes

Johannes Greber - Der Verkehr mit der Geisterwelt Gottes, The Goetia, Theurgia-Goetia, Heptameron, Necronomicon, Angelmas, Lucifera - Satanshimmel - Rituale der schwarzen Magie, Book T - The Tarot By The Golden Dawn, 666 - The Number of the Beast, Lesser Key of Solomon, Egyptian Book Of The Dead, Anton Szandor LaVey - The Satanic Bible, Dr. Joseph Murphy - Die Macht Ihres Unterbewusstseins, The 12th Planet - Zecharia Sitchen
Never wrestle with a Pig, you'll both become dirty... but the Pig will like it

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are circling your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon. It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.