Beauty slept,angels wept for her immortal soul...I will claim her for my own!
25.06.2007., ponedjeljak
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15.06.2007., petak
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E,bok ljudi! denes smo posle škole ja i miro išli malo se gubit u grad.jebote,bilo je vroče kaj u peklu,a blago miriju...on je imal kratke hlače,a ja duge u 3 p.m. i kaj ve smo došli k meni,ka malo si počinemo i dale idemo v budinu.ovaj post vam je posvećen jednoj kompaniji najluđoj na svetu zvanoj "TRATA CORPORATION".evo da vam malo predstavim članove: ANTONIO-ok frend,ide v 5.raz. al je dosta smešen i dober,svira gitaru i voli se zajebavati MATO-super frend,dosta tanki,ali visoki,metalec,ide v isto školo kak i ja,sam ka je on 8.a KARAĐA-divji frend,jooko visoki i debeli,malo sluša metal i rock,voli zajebavati ljude,inače je nor za računalstvom i stalno govori nešt za rezolucije i ostale kurce... MYRO-super frend,visoki,metalec,voli zajebavati prek moba,a i ovak,idemo u isti razred,vatrogasec... VUK-best frend,ne treba niti ništ govoriti jer je lud kak nebre bole biti,genijalen,voli zajebavati ljude,moj kum(firmani),majstor u powerpointu,lud za LOTR(Gospodar prstena) trilogijom,morate vidjeti njegove specijalne minijaturne pokrete...jednostavno lud čovjek HEEEEPAAA-več ime govori kaj je nešt ne vredo z njim,ali je supach frend,ima 18 let,mesar,čim ga vidite,odma počne nekve divje stvari delati,divjiši od VUKA,govori smešne stvari od kojih ti se digne kosa  dosta niski,uvijek voljan pomoći,kad je u pitanju posjet,on je prvi kandidat za razmetuvanje i uništavanje sobe,jednostavno lud i supach čovek!  inače,zmislili smo i tri nove sporte 1.šakomet-več vam riječ govori o kojem se kurcu radi.igra se isto kak i nogač,sam sve sa šakom... 2.trogolac-nogomet na tri gola... 3.šakometski trogolac-mješavina šakometa i trogolca e,vuk rus ti nažalost nema e-maila... A VE VAM JA I MYRO IDEMO U BUDINU... Dimmu borgir - Puritania We do away with your kind Countdown to exterminate the human race 0, 3, 2, 1 Let chaos entwine On defenseless soil Remove errors of man And sweep all the weakening kind I am war, I am pain I am all you've ever slain I am tears in your eyes I am grief, I am lies Bygone are tolerance And presence of grace Scavengers are set out To cleanse the human filth parade I am pure, I am true I am all over you I am laugh, I am smile I am the earth defiled I am the cosmic storms I am the tiny worms I am fear in the night I am bringer of light |
13.06.2007., srijeda
Evo mog prvog javljanja sa novog bloga...al ne prvog.i kaj da pričam,bog te jebo denes je bilo katastrofalno u školi...čak smo i dobili majice za završnu...al koji bed! nekve crvene sa..kaj ja znam kojim bogom...nekakav mozak i ostali kurci.ve smo se i slikali,al mene boli za slike i završnu,neznam ko je to zmislil sranje.i kak navek,završnu v hozjanu namo mogli provoditi bez...jebenih starci ,al boli me,meni ide sam stara... A meni se več neda pisati,pa ja ve idem malo nekam van...a vi koji slušate emperor bit će ovo poznata pesma! Emperor - Curse you all men! Curse you all men Who's coil is strong I recognise the sparrows heart Beneath the theatre of misery Disbelivers shalt by dawn Be forced To forever mourn Curse you all men That resent my empire Cause I have risen again At war this time The truth I speak Is your decease My word is your defeat And thou shalt not Be able to hide anymore The prophecy will Conquer at last Your sense of reality With mission to kill The theatre of misery He has risen again Armed with the source of sin And as humans shalt fade He shalt inherit their strength Men of the damned; Your will reluctantly Secure His eternal victory Yes, you are indeed the few; I am the one. Cradle of filth - Babylon A.D. I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered know in the grain On Eden's marital aid So glad for the madness I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors Of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead And as I broke hope, I choked Another pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as he wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in shawl A razor's edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last So glad for the madness I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep Turning sermons with the smell On Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered Burning, as when Dante Was freed to map Hell I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the vagaries inbetween... And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for me Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight, that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart I knew not her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue or Sin's And pressed to Her curve I felt my destiny swerve From damnation reserved To a permanent grin... So glad for the madness |
