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metal aha bejbe..metal.
aha..ak niste znali metal je zakon,ak ne slusate metal onda ste govna i nemate pravo vec na misljenje svoje jer ak hocete pripadati drustvu morate to slusati.ak vam to ne pase ili ako ocete slusati i nekaj drugo onda niste vredu,onda ste fejk...ajde..denite si dark slike na blog rezite si zile puscajte se na slipknot(:D) i onda budete dio onih boljih ljudi onih iznad nas smrtnika(lol) jer ostali nemaju pravo na misljenje,svaki covjek koji slusa metal vrijedan je truda,oni koji vole nes drugo nisu.treba ih strpati nekam,siliti ih,šopati z mejdenima,trebaju crno biti obuceni svi,svadati se moraju stalno.o da.tak je to.
ne mislim na sve metalce jer neki kuze neke stvari i ne razmisljaju kak djeca..al heh.
i da.
bezveze je.
odite u *urac z tim svojim primitivnim razmisljanjima skrijte se.neki ljudi nikad nebudu skuzili da je svaki covjek drugaciji i da se covjek s vremenom mjenja i da te nevazne stvari ove fakin lijepe dane stalno *ebeju.
htjela bi zivjeti v 70ima iti za grateful deadom,uzivati u njihovoj glazbi.ili za floydima,zivjeti u miru,smijati se,skakati po blatu,ujutro trčati mokrim livadama,loviti leptire i zaspati s osjecajem da se sutra nece nista promjeniti jer uzivas.uzivas u svakoj sekundi.
dovidenja.moj zadnji post.
Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day.
Maybe the sun is shining, birds are singing,
No rain is falling from a heavy sky.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.
Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way like the day before.
Maybe you'll find direction,
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.
What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping?
Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too.
Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day,
Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while going home.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.
Walk into splintered sunlight,
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land.
Maybe you're tired and broken,
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain, and love will see you through.
Just a box of rain, wind and water,
Sun and shower, wind and rain,
In and out the window like a moth before a flame.
And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there,
Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare.
And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair;
Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.
Post je objavljen 20.06.2006. u 23:23 sati.