Angels...they fell first...but I'm still here...

ponedjeljak, 30.04.2007.

prepare to hate me,fall when I may...this night will hurt you like never before

mda...u zadnje vrijeme se osjećam zločesto...aha...baš ono...čisto zlo...da da
al inače sam okej...heh...bijaše ja u lici cijeli vikend...al ono...niš spešl...
i tak...svi znate,dragi drugvi i drugarice da nam je račan ošo put nebesa...
da...i tako povodom tog tragičnog događaja sutra možda nema fešte na dravi...
za 1. maj...aha ma jebat ću ja njima mater ako to otkažu...i tak...
ajd sad slika i pozdraf...čao čao...(pukoše...dada...)

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She sits alone in the corner
Looks as if she is on the border
Of insanity.
She has one eye on the future
One eye on the past
But she looks dead; with no strength she can muster
A long shadow she does cast.
She does not move
From her stone-like sleep
Her pale skin so smooth
But when one looks at her,
In your mind she does creep.
She brings you horrible memories
Of your past, and cause you insanity
She brings you worries about the future,
For this is the Psycho Doll's nature.

She is plaster
Delicate and pale.
She has no master
She thrives on worry and regret
To look at this Psycho Doll is one's death,
Because she looks into your past and future
And that is her horrible nature.
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