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na ovom blogu pisat ću isključivo o mom jadnom životu, ville valu, muzici i mojim mišljenjima o životu i vjerama... također će biti puno videospotova od mojih najdražih bendova. nadam se da će vam se svidjeti!
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KONNICHIWA AGAIN! u zadnje vrijeme imam osjećaj da ću poludit ili dobit živčani slom !!!!!!!!!! kada se u ponedjeljak vratim u ono govno od škole sigurna sam da ću biti što bizarnija tako da mi nitk više ne može prigovarati.... dosta mi je GLUPIH ljudi... ti nisi prava gotičarka blalallalalalaala! e pa oprostite dragi moji ljudi što nemam krinoline u ormaru!!!!! naime posljednjih dana mnogo sam razmišljala o bad blue boysima i njihovom nasilju prema "mojoj vrsti" dobro je za sada , samo se moram odreći odlaženja u grad, al ine znam što će bit kad krenem u srednju... sigurno mogu odmah naručiti koji ću ljes, i koje boje će biti svila u njemu ( crvene ) lol .... bar se nadam da u primjenjenoj nema bad blue boysa.... i vrlo se radujem odlasku u školu punu gotičara i frikova kao ja gdje me neće klinci zaustavljati po hodnicima i govoriti mi : " heeeej sotono!" mislim ono.... dođe meni klinjo i izdere se sotono! ja gledam ono jesi ti normalan... zavrtilo mi se u glavi... ne znam dali je to bilo zbog njegovog zadaha ili zbog gluposti koju je provalio . no dobro.... ima bolesnih umova to nemogu izbjeći....daj ubijte se budale jedne!”!!!!!!! ovih dana bila sam na alergotestiranjima znam da mi je ex frendica srala da je UMIRALA od boli , da ju je peklo dok su joj je iz ruku virilo 50 igala .... ja lijepo došla u ordinaciju, baba nabacila namrgođenu facu, premazala mi ruke alkoholom zavodljivog mirisa, kapnula mi kapljicu alergena , i zapikla mi točkicu malim slatkim žiletićem koji mi je bio jako simpa sa malom iglicom u sredini... moram priznati da me pecnulo kad me ubola u žilu, ali ok.... mala kap krvi, nabubrilo se i dobro... samo najveća mi je muka bila nositi one glupe flastere pokeljene po leđima ( sa alergenima metala ) i kad ono, ja dva dana nosila ta govno na leđima kad ono ništa nema alergijske reakcije na metal... neće metal metalki niš....ok nisam ja metalka ali slušam goth metal.... morala sam ih učvršćivati izolirband trakom da mi ne bi spali...e dosta sad o bolnicama, metalima, žiletima i o babama sa namrgođenim facama.... do idućeg posta..... goodbye!=)
greetings everybody! evo mene opet... možda sam malo dosadna ali moram ovaj blog držati na životu... ovih dana totalno sam opsjednuta cradelovcima i njihovom pjesmom her ghost in the fog: evo vam i lyrics:
The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."
She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World
That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon
Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog
They raped and left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog
Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer
She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me for
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"
And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...
The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice
A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She was Certainly Perfused
Of her milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin
And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...
Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept from cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog
And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog
Her ghost in the fog
meni je lyrics prva liga, a ona ženska koja zavija u pozadini ima sl. glas kao tarja, ali ne može je nadmašiti... ipak je ona no. 1! no da ne odugovlačim... ovih dana ne skidam se s interneta... potpuno sam opsjednuta paperdollheavenom.... ali ok. evo vam sada video od cradle of flltha i malo slikica..... goodbye!
supač ha.... a ova žena ima isti madež kao ja ( iako ga mrzim ) .... evo malo dekoracija za moj blogić......
