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SVJETSKE DOMINACIJE!!!
I adopted a cute lil' gothy fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
pazite...
* 92% of teens have moved on to turbo folk.
If you are part of the 8% who still listen to real music,
copy and paste this into your signature/blog
A neki moji ljudoffi:
Maja i Veda
Edmund
Štuka,Vanesa,Smiljo,Matea
Vanesa
Veda i Petra
Jeja i Matko
Jeja
Jejić
Edi
M & M
kuma Matija Tea
Matea
trojac
..ostatak jednog dana....
Azra-Krvava Mary
Danas na liniji
nekadasnjoj cetrdesettri
Gledam kako stoji u redu
Ceka na bus bas kao i mi
Sirokih bokova, mesnata lica,
frflja dok prica
I drzi za ruku jednog od
onih vjecnih mladica.
Zvali su je krvava Mary
Nikom nije dala olako
Voljela je dlakave zvijeri
Gonila ih strasno dan i noc.
Imala je obicaj da za sat ili dva
Ostvari u praksi sve ono sto
svaka zena misli da zna
Vozala je frajere doslovno
oko malog prsta
Isla je s njima prvo u krevet
A onda u kupovinu do Trsta.
Njezin sonjo ima nesto
kao uspjesnu karijeru
I radi kad mu se prohtije
I zato je uvijek hvata na djelu
Ona mu oprasta ljubomoru,
godine i ocajan ten
Puno povjerenje u njegovu
glupost i dubok dzep.
Boli je briga za probleme
i ostali svijet
Trci svoju zadnju trku,
tlak joj je povisen
Pusi, pije, tulumari,
guta pilule
Obozava skupe stvari
Zavlaci ruke u gacice.
Nirvana-Come as you are
Come as you are,
as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours,
don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an old enemy-a
Memory, memory
Memory
Come doused in mud,
soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old enemy-a
Memory, memory
Memory
And I swear that
I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
By rezorable_kiss
Utjeha Kose
by:Antun Gustav Matoš
Gledo sam te sinoć. U snu. Tužan. Mrtvu.
U dvorani kobnoj, u idili cvijeća,
Na visokom odru, u agoniji svijeća,
Gotov da ti predam život kao žrtvu.
Nisam plako. Nisam. Zapanjen sam stao
U dvorani kobnoj, punoj smrti krasne,
Sumnjajući da su tamne oči jasne
Odakle mi nekad bolji život sjao.
Sve baš, sve je mrtvo: oči, dah i ruke,
Sve što očajanjem htjedoh da oživim
U slijepoj stravi i u strasti muke,
U dvorani kobnoj, mislima u sivim.
Samo kosa tvoja još je bila živa
Pa mi reče: Miruj! U smrti se sniva.
SWEET CHILD O` MINE
-Guns n` Roses
She's got a smile
that it seems to me
Reminds me of
childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as
the bright blue sky
Now and then when
I see her face
She takes me away
to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break
down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes
of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look
into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
Nymphetamine
-Cradle of Filth
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V'' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never enchained
Would your dark
nails of faith
Be pushed through
my veins again?
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for
your loneliness
And would you
ever soon
Come above
unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds
of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for
your sacred key
Six feet deep is
the incision
In my heart,
that barless prison
Discolours all
with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak
from my condition
This lust, this
vampyric addiction
To her alone in
full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine,
nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine,
nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those
golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle
and spoon
Mislaid in the
burning hay
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for
your loneliness
And would you
ever soon
Come above
unto me?
For once upon
a time
From the bind
of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for
your sacred key
Six feet deep is
the incision
In my heart,
that barless prison
Discolours all
with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak
from my condition
This lust, this
vampyric addiction
To her alone in
full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine,
nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine,
nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
All these things I hate
-Bullet for my Valentine
Once more I'll say
goodbye to you
Things happen,
but we don't really
know why
If it's supposed
to be like this
Why do most of us
ignore the chance
to miss?
Oh yeah
Torn apart at
the seams
and my dreams
turn to tears
I'm not feeling
this situation
Run away try
to find that
safe place you
can hide
The best place to be
when you're feeling like
Me
All these things I hate revelve around
Me
Once more you
tell those lies to me
Why can't you just be
straight up with honesty?
When you say those
things in my ear
Why do you always tell me
what you wanna hear?
Wear your heart
on your sleeve,
make things hard
to believe
I'm not feeling
this situation
Run away try to
find that
safe place you
can hide
It's the best place to be
when you're feeling like
Me
All these things I hate revelve around me
Just back off before I snap
NEED TO...CUT
I never used drugs
but I am addict
I tried to hold my life
but it just slipped
I wanna slice my skin
I just feel a need
to hurt myself and watch me bleed
sweet feeling of cold metal
cutting trough my skin
searching for savior
in my darkest sin
if this thoughts don't leave me
I will go insane
can't let myself
fall that deep again
that would kill my soul
and eat me alive
that is why I have to
break trough tonight
my addiction
is becoming opsession
I'm hopelessly searching
for salvation.
Eto da napišem novi post..onaj me već živcira..
i..stvarno nemam neke inspiracije za ovaj post...ustvari imam ali mi je više dost prepiranja s ljudima pa bolje da nenačinjem nikakve specijalne teme...
Zadnjih dana samo ko nadrogirana..sam se vućem po kući,gledam TV i neradim niš..čak me ni na netu više nema..preljena sam upalit kompjuter..
a šta ćeš..ljeto je..i mogu kako ja hoću
i da..Ljudi nemojte se naljutit ako me nema vani ili ako ne odgovaram..
jednostavno sam za ništ...imam već fobiju od ljudi i stvarno mi se neide van..jer kad ja dodjem npr. u park, kad vidim svu onu gamad popizdim...a u starsu je sve pozamrlo...nema uopće nikakve zabave...sama dosada...a isto je i s omladinom..a Tarkus da ne spominjem..tamo nisam bila već 100 godina..a zašto???..kao npr. PRETVARA SE U OKUPLJALIŠTE MRTVACA..atmosfere nema...same gluposti se puštaju..a niti moje društvo više ide tamo( osim kad ih Duda u subotu u 1 izbaci van iz Starsa)..i tak....ove subote sam završila u Red rocku začudo..a dalje da neprićam...hvala Marko što si me otpeljo doma..moram ti nadoknadit taj sav benzin koji si potrošio na mene..i tak...nemam uopće više život...
aj pozzzz...do idućeg tipkanja....
Pišem ovaj jebeni post samo zato da imam na šta misliti...Stari mi sad došo doma pijan ko svinja...aj kužim ja alkohol...ali on to je fucking SOTONA..jebo mu bog isus mater..i onda mene ljudi pitaju zašto sam prestala vjerovati...pa npr.. zbog njega..zašto da vjerujem..kad se bojim izić iz sobe van..umirem od straha. na svaki udarac ja se skamenim...mislim da mi tlak raste...muzika pojaćana na najjaće..samo da nećujem...
nek ide u kurac SOTONA jedna...pijandura..dabog da crko...
.ali on uvijek mnora zasrat...i baš kad čovjek pomisli da je sad bolje eto ti ga na u facu u tri pičke materine...
ma nek se goni..isuste.poludit ću....
And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip.
And I swallowed myself sick. And I inherited my health.
Neć više otom...evo kupila sam si farbu za sobu...tamnocrvena....valjd će biti dobro..mora...i išla gledat elektrićne klavijature..ustvari pijanino..ili šta ja znam.ugl...skupo..a meni treba sa svih 7 oktava...ma nek se goni..odem..and he may burn in hell...
Bloodwork-36 crazyFists
Here is your broken character, the one left of heaven.
Scissors cut him from the page, example,
continue to read not to retrace the steps, touch me.
The hemorrhaging has ceased, has ceased.
And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip.
And I swallowed myself sick. And I inherited my health.
Here is your wake and smile, that you seem to need.
The safe and the touch, and the unweave.
Right where you placed it the night before,
Saint checks in to make sure,
you're right where you say that you are,
right where you are.
And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip.
And I swallowed myself sick. And I inherited my health.
They all seem so truthful,
they all seem so true.
They all seem so truthful,
they all seem so true.
Couldn't find a better way .
Couldn't find a better way, to lie.
And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip.
And I swallowed myself sick. And I inherited my health, And I inherited my health
They all seem so truthful,
they all seem so true.
They all seem so truthful,
they all seem so true.
Couldn't find a better way (better way).
Couldn't find a better way (better way).
Couldn't find a better way (better way) , to lie.
To lie.
To lie.
To lie.
Evo mene...bila ja danas u Varaždinu....bilo ok..lijep grad..ali glazbena im je još ljepša....
i hvala puno mojoj profesorici koja me priprema.....
nisam baš stigla prošnjofat po gradu..ali zato budem idući put..ali po mom viđenju od danas...jebenica...boleština kak bi ja rekla.....
eto..nemam baš peviše za tipkat...jer u zadnje vrijeme sva gamad dolazi na blog ćitat moja sranja....tak da....do idućeg tipkanja..
noćas se vraćaju cure s maturalca..hvala bogu...dosadno mi je bez njih...neznam šta ću kad odu na fax..umrjet od dosade..a i ovak umirem od dosade kad nemam šta za radit....ja bi pustolovinuuu..pa izludit ću više...
uglavnom...išla sam u utorak u glazbenu po ocjene i ćak je bolje nego sam zamišljala...imam 5 iz harmonije...ali svejedno mi je prosijek pao.ali imam koliko sam zaslužila...
Solfeggio: 3
Klavir: 3 (premalo vježbanja)
Klarinet: 3 (mrzim ga)
Harmonija: 5
Zbor: 5
Orkestar: 5
I to je toćno 4,0..a na polugodištu je bilo 4,1.al zaboli me...
ah..šta da više napišem....osim da sam živćana i nervozna..previše se brinem zbog prebacivanja i tih odlazaka u Varaždin..da se mene pita ja bi tamo bila cjelo ljeto na prpremama(u Vžu) .ali ne...ja se moram sama pripremat..a mošte si mislit..pa kad neznam šta..prvo se malo upjevam a onda si uzmem neku pjesmu ..npr. od Evanescence i malo to vježbam i to je to.
a još nisam dobila niti skladbe za taj ispit ni ništa..
ma nije meni problem vježbat..al kad nemam na ćemu..a jebiga...i tak...stalno neke muke...
svađa sa starime..a i stara je nešto ćudna..
ma nek se gone..već me svi živciraju..najljepše mi je dok sam sama doma..ustvari nebi uopće htjela biti u Bju al jebeš ga...a kud da pobjegnem....u svoju maštu.....
i tak..pijem..popušim nekad koju...al u granicama normale..previše se bojim da opet ne završim u komi..
mrzim bolnice više..i igle...ma jebemu..svi me jebu.....ma....idem sad...a idući post će biti za tjedan-dva.ako vrag da.....aj onda pozzz
i samo za one koji traže dozu smjeha...noffi blog od onih debila Brejn Demeđa...ma budale......
evo malo muzike za kraj..
