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The Axis of Perdition are far from essential and Spektr cover the "atmospheric spooky dissonant IBM" angle better than the Axis.

English wasn't even my native language and yet my high school counselor kept pushing me to write "stupid shit that rhymed" so I could make bank off of "homosexual English majors hungry for an edgy Dr. Seuss"
So I locked myself into my room, listened a shitload of Burzum and wrote this shit which got published in some random journal

>Who will bring rye to our table when the baker is dead?
>Not the milkman or the post-boy
>Or even the baker's young daughter, unhappily unwed.
>I will mourn for her loss and share her grief in her heart;
>I will cast my name unto her languished void presence
>And we will never ever be apart.
>She will find herself to be my toy
>Hidden inside a dusty box in a molding crate in my shed
>Where I am to visit her each night and feed her bread.
>It coaxes her into sleep
>And she does not weep
>When I undress her and when I love her inside and out,
>And when I whisper in her ear that she is mine to keep
>And it's alright to moan and shout.

>recited it to a crowd of hipsters twice my age at the same
>some hot bitch with huge cleavage shook my hand and asked me who my influences were
>I said, "Varg, Ihsahn and Quorthon"
>mfw she said they all sound very interesting and would like to read their poems

>Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza
>Abigor - Fractal Possession
God DAMN I forgot to add those two when writing There's also Sadastor, the Helheim society (one nifty EP) and the shortlived Grand-Declaration-Of-War-parallel project Mezzerschmitt, with their sole EP Weltherrschaft

I wrote about twenty poems a few years ago when drunk as fuck.

They're total stream-of-consciousness wankery but I like them.

One day I came back home on the train completely piss-drunk out of my mind and listening to MachinatioN on headphones, and I have no recollection of the travel, but the next morning, my friend called me because apparently, I had dictated him two poems by phone while shouting at a hobo when I was riding the train.

He showed them to me and I'm rather proud of one of them.

But it's in French so I can't show you.

oh, I'll check these out

that may have been one of the most hilarious stories i have ever heard, holy fucking shit

i wrote massive ass reviews for papers but those are actually p good considering my age at the time, although i DID embarrass myself at acting


>end of acting club class in middle school
>we were suppose to improv a short skit
>I was given the part of a hobo (which is now hilarious in retrospective) talking to a business man about the hardships of living on the streets
>I dressed up like a hobo with big tattered clothing, wig, fake beard, the whole nine yards
>played it pretty mild at first, just talking about how no one wants to give homeless people a chance
>halfway through I start screeching and screaming about alcoholism, drugs, abuse and act drunk
>accidentally punch the other actor in the boob, she steps away from me
>screaming like a jackass, like if a real hobo wound up on stage
>audience doesn't make a sound, all just staring at me silently
>stand up, bow to the crowd
>no one claps
>take off the wig and beard, I'm sweating and panting
>say "ALLLRRIGGHTYY THEN!"
>no one is saying anything still
>apologize and sit down

I have no idea what happened that day. I became the ultimate autismolord. I swear. Every other day I barely spoke a word to anyone and was quiet.

post em anyways my man

I wrote about 700 "poems" over the course of 10 years, each batch leaving behind aspects of regular poetry, like metric, rhymes and having words arranged in any way that would make sense to the average reader. The latter works read like the ramblings of a schizophrenic before being found hung from a ceiling.

It's all gone now, except I sent a copy of everything to my Literature teacher who actually liked them. I think she died recently.

>say "ALLLRRIGGHTYY THEN!"
>no one is saying anything still
>apologize and sit down
my fucking sides

Jesus christ

I can try a rough translation:

COMPLETELY
EACH IMPULSION ENSNARES
WITHOUT PAIN
SHSHSHSHSH
EACH DETAIL FILTERS OUT FOR FIFTY YEARS
ARTIFICE REGULAR RHYTHM COMMUNICATES
POWER
SHUDDERINGS
SHUDDERINGS
SHUDDERINGS
I LEAVE
FLEE-FLEE-FLEE

WRITE!
SYNCTISCIBLE ELEMENT
VERY DIFFICULT TRYING TO LISTEN
TWO THOUSAND TIMES SATAN
WALK THREE TIMES TOO FAST
THREE TIMES SCRAPINGS
THREE TIMES THE UNBEARABLE
THORN THORN IN FOOT
THE WATER STAGNATES
[LAUGHTER]
PROGRESSIVE-DEGRESSIVE MOTION
TEMPLE
RETROGRESSIVE
GOOD.
BLOK
MULTIPLE ROSE
EACH ELEMENT CORROBORATES
GOOD.
IT IS THE VOICE

TINY HUMANS
YOU! DON'T LOOK OVER HERE!
[LAUGHTER]
THEY STARE THEY COME BACK
THEY GO AWAY INTERCHANGEABLE
THEY COME THEY GO
POINTED FINGER