the pentagram press

otep- halloween @ the whisky, hollywood

2006-11-26T15:36:00.000-08:00

otep- halloween @ the whisky, hollywood

2006-11-26T15:25:00.000-08:00

otep- halloween @ the whisky, hollywood

2006-11-26T15:22:00.000-08:00

otep fans

otep- halloween @ the whisky, hollywood

2006-11-26T15:18:00.000-08:00

mistress juliya... loves her stoli chilled

2006-11-02T23:08:00.000-08:00

...otep @ the whisky, halloween mayhem!

2006-11-02T22:42:00.000-08:00

the whisky rocked on halloween, as soon as we find our livers we will post more, stay tuned...

into halloween we ride

2006-10-31T14:21:00.000-08:00

devils night was quite fun, now for the halloween festivities. a little wine, a little women, & a little song. black mass in 4 nights. praie svart gud!

black planet store- open late!

2006-08-07T15:43:00.000-07:00

sunday satanic fun

2006-07-18T23:18:00.000-07:00

sunday was an adventure, read about it here. look for an update here soon, i wouldnt hold my breath, but then again dont do anything i wouldnt do. hail!

wicked...

2006-04-26T22:25:00.000-07:00

its only a flesh wound

2006-04-10T21:24:00.000-07:00

satanic money!

2006-02-14T11:04:00.000-08:00

seems muslims are pissed off everywhere. take this guy from hamas, one of many anti-satan groups from the middle east. they are also anti-semetic, so its a little crazy already. here is a blurb in the blog from the AP ;
a hamas leader, Mahmoud Zahar, again ruled out hamas recognizing israel or making any compromises to keep money from international donors coming.
"i wish america would cut off its aid. we do not need this satanic money," Zahar told a conference in cairo, egypt.
well i tell you what, we here @ the pentagram press love satanic money! in fact, we can get enough. indulge in the green, & black! all hail

lust after this mug, its ok...

2006-02-10T12:41:00.000-08:00

java and deaths beauty, perfect to start any day off. or continue the night...

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a t-shirt to freak out the lady at the supermarket

2006-02-09T14:11:00.000-08:00

support this evil black cyber hole, buy our shirt! show your love, & bad taste in one shot!

i rub my duckie, the little sinner!

2006-02-09T11:03:00.000-08:00

just in time for valentines! for the serious sinner who likes a bath..

satan gets 345!

2006-01-13T16:46:00.000-08:00

NEW DELHI (AFP) - At least 26 Indians were among hundreds of Muslim pilgrims crushed to death in a rush to hurl pebbles at symbols of Satan during the hajj pilgrimage to Mecca, India's foreign ministry said.
"We know that 26 Indians have died" in Thursday's stampede, foreign ministry spokesman Navtej Sarna told AFP on Friday.
At least 345 Muslim pilgrims were trampled to death during the stoning ceremony in Mina, five kilometres (three miles) east of the holy city of Mecca, which marked the last day of the annual hajj pilgrimage.
Indian media reports said some 100 Indians were missing, but officials said many may have been separated from families and friends in the confusion and should not be presumed dead.
"I have all my officials working on this," India's junior foreign affairs minister E. Ahamed told India's NDTV television network.
Among the Indian dead were 15 women, according to a statement on the website of the Indian consulate in Saudi Arabia.
"We're establishing contact with the next-of-kin of the deceased pilgrims and offering all possible assistance in the speedy completion of burial formalities," the statement said.
Senior officials visited the injured in hospitals, the statement said. Seven pilgrims were discharged after treatment for minor injuries. Another six Indians in hospitals were out of danger, it said.
India has one of the world's largest Muslim population.
According to 2001 census figures, India's Muslim community now stands at 138 million, or 13.4 percent of the total population.
Thursday's stampede tragedy was the latest in a succession to hit the pilgrimage despite efforts by Saudi authorities to avoid a repeat of disasters like the one that killed 1,426 people in 1990.

cheap monday- not your sunday levis

2006-01-02T12:02:00.000-08:00

STOCKHOLM, sweden - CHEAP MONDAY jeans are a hot commodity among young swedes thanks to their trendy tight fit and low price, even if a few buyers are turned off by the logo: a skull with a cross turned upside down on its forehead. logo designer bjorn atldax says he's not just trying for an antiestablishment vibe.
"it is an active statement against christianity," atldax told The associated press. "i'm not a satanist myself, but I have a great dislike for organized religion."
the label's makers say it's more of a joke, but atldax insists his graphic designs have a purpose beyond selling denim: to make young people question christianity, a "force of evil" that he blames for sparking wars throughout history.
in more religious countries, that might raise a furious response, maybe even prompt retailers to drop the brand.
not in sweden, a secular country that cherishes its free speech and where churchgoing has been declining for decades.
CHEAP MONDAYs are flying off the shelves at 400 kronor (about $50) a pair. makers say about 200,000 pairs have been sold since march 2004 — and little attention has been paid to the grinning skull and dark texts such as "over my dead body."
even the predominant lutheran church of sweden reacts with a shrug.
"i don't think it's much to be horrified about," said bo larsson, director of the church of sweden's department of education, research and culture.
"it is abundantly clear that this designer wants to create public opinion against the christian faith ... but i believe that the way to deal with this is to start a discussion about what religion means."
out in the parishes, however, some christians believe that approach is too soft.
"one cannot just keep quiet about this," said the rev. karl-erik nylund, vicar of st. mary magdalene church in stockholm. "this is a deliberate provocation (against christians) and i object to that."
nylund complained that swedish companies do not treat christianity with the same respect in marketing that they afford other religions.
"no one wants to provoke jews or muslims, but it's totally ok to provoke christians," he said.
some buyers have ripped off the CHEAP MONDAY labels, or even returned the jeans once they realized what the logo represents. but such cases are very few, said orjan andersson, the creator of the brand, who doesn't take atldax' message too seriously.
"i don't believe in neither the devil nor god. I'm not interested in religion," he said. "i'm more interested in that the logo looks good."
henrik petersson, 26, said he picked up his first pair of CHEAP MONDAY jeans a few months after they were launched because he liked their punk-rocker style and the logo caught his eye.
"i think it's a cool thing. It stands out from the rest," he said. "i haven't really reflected over whether there is an underlying message."
martin sundberg, a 32-year-old co-owner of a clothing store in stockholm's trendy sofo district, said he didn't think the logo has a "deeper meaning."
"it's just supposed to be a bit of fun, some kind of anti-culture," he said.
CHEAP MONDAYs have started to sell abroad. The jeans are being shipped to norway, denmark, britain, the netherlands, france and australia. andersson said they're working on introducing them in the united states and elsewhere.
and he did not expect the ungodly logo to get in the way.
"surely, most people understand that we are not evil people," he said, laughing. "my mom doesn't think so at least." story by KARL RITTER, ap

morbid tales- zeta & the sins within pt1

2005-12-30T10:37:00.000-08:00

on my walk home it began to rain, lucky for me it was cold enough to warrant wearing a jacket, so i slipped my laptop inside & continued on. as i crossed the first intersection, leading me into the older part of the city where i rented the upstairs of a an old victorian style home, i was startled by a short horn honk, turning i saw the girl i had just left at the coffee shop, "you want a ride?" she shouted, before i could answer i was in her passenger seat, "2 1/2 blocks up" i told her & we took off before the public bus left the curb. she drove a jetta III, black with a faded specimen sticker on her back window, & a HIM cd blasting on the stereo. while at the coffee shop we talked about the typical goth things, bands & hangout spots. she told me she got into goth at a young age, before that she was just a typical teenybopper from so cal, kroq & the cure. she had a cousin that was a couple years older, who would later lead her into the goth world, as well as life on the street. Zeta was a bit allusive about her current status, while she had a car, she wouldnt cop to having a job, shady or otherwise. walking inside the entrance to the house we wiped our feet & up the flight of stairs to my apt. once inside i asked about boyfriends, and she replied "lots, just none at the moment", and with a wink she laughed aloud & said, "are you coming on to me?" while i guessed i had at least 20 years her senior, i would never pass up an opportunity to be with a pretty goth chick, i simply wasnt hitting on her at this point. i told her "no, i was simply trying to get inside your head", & she thought a second, & while looking out the window to rain that fell outside she replied, "inside my head is a storm, i cant control when it starts or stops". i wasnt quite sure what she meant, & maybe my silence is what she wanted. standing up she stretched, arms up & over her head, almost an erotic pose of sorts, hip slightly out she turned and walked over and sat herself next to me. at that point i could feel something happening, the look in her eyes, or maybe the way i could look into her eyes. when her lips touched mine it was like being tossed about in the roughest sea you can imagine. the fury i experienced in my head was like the wildest storm. i reached out and felt the coldest wall of rain, my mind raced furiously and when i opened my eyes she was sitting there. with a smile on her face. not quite sure about what had just happened, i started to get up, yet my whole body felt numb, head to toes. she let out a quiet giggle and said "i have to leave, but i want to see you again". paralyzed by this i could only barely nod my head. and with another kiss, i was asleep.
waking me isnt that hard, ask my cat. after a hard night of drinking, which isnt often these days, i still can get up fairly early. which brings me to the next morning, the phone seemed to have a ring that was louder than ever, fumbling for whatever would make it stop its infernal racket i found the receiver, "ello" is all i could mutter, "wake up you worthless fuck!" came a shout on the other end, one that sounded more like a bullhorn just over my head, "i am picking you up for lunch, my contribution to the unemployed", on the opposite end of ma bell was my best friend, at least in human form. chris was a lanky guy, sharp & to the point, he sang in a local goth band, when they werent broke up. his tastes were diverse, he longed to play death metal, but the area lacked the talent needed to provide the key players. i told him i would be ready in 30 minutes, long enough for him to get from the other side of town, hearing this he said, "you got 45 before i get there, just be ready!".
waiting on the curb is an adventure in itself where i live, standing there with a laptop makes you a magnet for the freaks the comb the alleys & streets, even in broad daylight! as i eyed a potential threat i was nearly taken out at the knees by a lowered minitruck, "get in prick" came the bass booming voice inside. jumping inside i strapped myself in & we took off like a rocket from the crypt. driving like mad we raced downtown, close to the local college, it was clear that it was burgers for lunch. i was kinda daydreaming when chris blurts out " i came by last night, but it looked like a party was going on, so i said fuck you & drove off", a party i thought, wtf was he talking about, turning i said, "what are you talking about freak, i wasnt even watching tv"? as we slammed into the parking lot, dodging the college geeks & geekettes, we pulled into a stall. " when i drove up last night, it looked like an electrical storm, so i bailed". before i could reply he was 1/2 out the door, "cmon, i am starving". burgers it is. we sat down at the cleanest table we could find, "dude, i met this really cool goth chick", i said, "dude, you always meet these girls, get to first base & you pass out" was his smartass reply, "look, i had the hiccups, if you had 2 hotties massaging your back, you woulda passed out too!" i retorted. it was all true, my first 3-way date turned into the best short lived massage of my life. but it was also a black mark for the love life record books. we pounded our burgers, and chris slides a flyer in my direction, "we got a gig next weekend", they were playing a converted building that housed some of the art crowd from the city. it was a basement show, perfect for all the goth gobblins & street urchins. we left the burger shop & headed back to my pad, as he dropped me off, he yelled, "bring the new tramp so i can check her out", i smiled & flipped him off, "maybe, if she calls", with that he raced off like the maniac he is.
as i walked inside, i noticed a note stuck to my door with gum, as i peeled it off i unlocked the semi-fort know lock arrangement, stepping inside i was greeted by the hungry house tiger. opening the note i smiled, it seems my new friend zeta had stopped by, & it seems she like strawberry bubblegum. she left her cel #, and said to give her a call thursday, as she was going out of town for a couple of days. very good, i might have a date for the gig afterall i thought.
being un-employed does things to you, some good, some bad. i hate looking for jobs, so most of the time, its bad for me. wed was fast approaching and i had no leads for a job, i worry a lot too, i grew up a loner and not quite sure of myself. i require friends to live, but i prefer to stay in the dark, alone. except when i have to make the trip to the coffee shop to check out the goth chicks.
waking up thursday morning, it seemed colder than the past few days, as i opened my eyes & tuned in my ears, i could hear the unmistakable sound of rain. i rolled over, to the warmth of the house house tiger, which to him is the signal for feeding time. after feeding the beast, i turned to taking care of myself, some ramen & beefy mac were all that remained. groaning aloud, it meant only one thing. the supermarket. white floors & bright lights, i hate them. reminds me of going to the hospital. sitting down with my head in my hands i think, zeta, phone. getting my mind off of food is easy, just get me thinking of girls. i had to leave a message, well 2 really, i hated the first one so i erased it and rambled on about the show on saturday, telling her to call if she wanted to go. it was then that my door pounded, or someone was pounding on it, peering out the sightglass, a single eyeball was looking right back at me. opening the door stood zeta, with 2 bags of groceries, "hungry?" she sez, walking in and briskly passed me, "sure" was all i could let fall out of my mouth. the way she carries herself, the way her hair moves yet stays still, i was completely enamored by this girl, & she didnt ask where my kitchen stuff was, she just looked & found it. be still my mortal heart.
she cooked more than talked, & i just stared. and she didnt seem to mind. as we ate we looked out the window, to the rainy street & trees below. we chatted up about the impending goth show, she said she was willing to check it out, so we decided to hookup around 4:30, happy hour timing, then we would take off for the show.

morbid tales- the introduction

2005-12-30T09:51:00.000-08:00

our world is cold and unforgiving, trust at an all time low, the streets are filled with the heartless, that no sooner stab your back, then steal your shoes as you lay bleeding. as a data processor i learned my world could crumble at anytime. it seems my boss was a bit shady, and his antics would end up costing me my job. upon learning of my layoff, i headed to the trendy coffee shop to scour the pages of the local paper. it was there i met and shared a small table with a young goth girl. her complexion was that of milk, raven black hair & a christian death t-shirt. as we began to talk, i realized she was preoccupied in thought, slow to answer my probing questions. she called herself zeda, and i introduced myself, martin blackstone.

pentagram press- state of the blog address

2005-11-21T14:23:00.000-08:00

hail! to all the dedicated viewers of this evil black blog. seems the year is coming to an end. not cold enough yet, but i am sure the wind & frost will soon be here. we here in the dark crypt of cyber-hell wont promise anymore than you have already been given. except the fact we do reserve the right to change that policy at any time, and for no reason if we wish. we dont respond to e-mails, but that might change at sometime, to an open forum with the most colorful read aloud. we wont change the layout, it will remain black, and the content will reflect this policy.

no pulse...

2005-10-02T22:13:00.000-07:00

getting blacker

2005-09-26T17:55:00.000-07:00

dark days here around the office of the press. what better occasion than the present to view this fine specimen of evil delight. all hail \m/

it's all black

2005-09-25T16:43:00.000-07:00

times are dark, my future darker. enjoy this pic, then think of darkness as your guiding light.

it is, truly the bastard blog from hell

2005-08-22T17:53:00.000-07:00

i know i said i would post, way back when, but something happend to me. and this event took away all creative & destrucitve energy, shoving me into a void of vast darkness. sometimes when i sit & think, i wonder how it is that fate is determined for each soul. those of lesser fortune may truly inherit the greatest treasure after all, nothing. this was supposed to be a turn around year for me, but my day job is killing me. i dont know what came over me today, other than it wasnt as much of a struggle compared to how the rest of the week will be. now if i can come to grips with life tonight, i just might survive. maybe. hail!

rocket from the crypt

2005-08-22T11:21:00.000-07:00

hail!!! i post in the name of his infernal majesty. its been a few months since i stuck anything up here in this forgotten wasteland called my blog. here is an offering of sorts, horns to my friends, & all hail to the black god himself. praie svart gud!

all hail!, followers of my bastard blog from hell

2005-01-13T09:58:00.000-08:00

hail to satans children! no longer will this blog be a bastard hole of discontent. i will post some evil shit tonight. check back to see our first miss pentagram press pic, & who knows, maybe something truly evil! hail!

hustlin the night away

2004-12-03T15:07:00.000-08:00

tripped out to hw to see HIM,but the show was cancelled.since the freeways were parked solid we rolled around looking for something to do.a little cd shopping, visited hustler hollywood,picked up a hr giger book,&some shot glasses.at least this weekend i will put glassware to work.

dark postings from the coffee pot

2004-11-27T01:43:00.000-08:00

it's been some time since i last posted my black rantings,i've been a little busy the last couple weeks.the christian holidays really fuck up my world,people visiting,calling.ect.anyway, i took some time out to listen to some quality devil rock(known as black metal),now i just need to relax a little,kick the stompers up & light up a fatty.

christian death live-dvd

2004-11-10T13:09:00.000-08:00

picked up a live christian death dvd,pretty interesting as i toured with them in '89-90, same lineup as the tour except george bellanger is playing instead of kujo, the drummer who did the reunion tour. great quality,i was quite surprised at the audio, i will be making a cd to listen too from this. rozz is his typical self,interacting with the crowd,while rikk & casey(casey chaos of amen) bang the strings.at around $20.00,any mall-goth can afford this after a couple of mall sessions. bonus features include photos that run in a gallery format, with 2 premature ejaculation songs to choose from. if you never saw them, or need a fix of rozz, get this one and have a sacrifice. \m/

looking for a few good satanists

2004-11-07T01:14:00.000-08:00

praising his blackness in the 951, lonley here in christian town. -l-

a cloven hoof

2004-11-06T10:32:00.000-08:00

a hail! in nomine satanas!