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Ovo je blog za one kojima se da uludo trošit vrime...
zoven se Venesa,sestra me nedavno prozvala Serjica(po Serju Tankianu,iz SOAD-a,za slučaj da ne znate)
iman 16i po godina
završila 2.elektrotehnike
padan fiziku na polugodištu 3.i to prvi put da nešto padan...
smatran se komunistom i pacifistom
iman sestru(za nevirovat),s kojom držim drugi blog,gore je link
i 2 brata,a svi su mlađi od mene
šta volin:sebe,puno toga,mater i ćaću,sestru i braću(to moran prvo stavit),sve 3 budale koje čine Green Day i sve 4 budale koje čine System Of A Down(najviše Serja i njegov glasić),njihovu muziku,moju gitaru,koja ima ime,al ga neću napisat,Daronov slide u pismi B.Y.O.B.,kompjuter i par igara na njemu,punk,metal i nešto gothica i black metala,višnje i čokoladu,još ako su zajedno,Božić,kad ne falivan kad pokušavan naučit nešto na gitari,elektroničke komponenete i digitalnu elektroniku,spavat kolko god oću,tipkat po kompu do besvijesti ili igrat WoW(Konjnjnjnj-lvl70 i Kreten-lvl13,ubrzo i Sofersajba-lvl8) ili Oblivion,živcirat koga god stignem,čovika koji će mi uvik spržit cd,pepermint,bobu i slična sranja,kuvat manistru i pravit kolače...itd
šta ne volin:cajke,us5,tokio hotel,folirante(haha),preseravanje,nekomične fore,umišljene i/ili dvolične ljude,fiziku i profesora koji je predaje,juhu(ni pileću ni bilo kakvu drugu,osim onih krem od gljiva),zeleni fažol,suve kolače(osim čupavaca i majkinih keksa),kad falivan na gitari,previše kečapa,mp4 kojem je crka ulaz za slušalice,bratove ratne igre(ja san inače pacifist),kad mi majka(koja je metalka) jede živce,kad mi msn jebe živce svaki dan,pogotovo usrid važnih razgovora...
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System Of A Down:Holy Mountains
Can you feel their haunting presence?
Can you feel their haunting presence?
Liar,killer,demon
Back to the river Aras
Someone's blank stare deemed it warfare
Liar,killer,demon
Back to the river Aras
Freedom,freedom,free,free
Can you hear the holy mountains?
Liar,killer,demon
Back to the river Aras
Someone's mouth said paint them all red
Liar,killer,demon
Back to the river Aras
Freedom,freedom,free,free
They have all returned
Resting on the mountainside
We have learned that you have no
They have returned
Resting on the mountainside
We have learned that you have no
Honor,murderer,sodomizer
Back to the river Aras
They have returned
Resting on the mountainside
We have learned that you have no
Honor,murderer,sodomizer
Back to the river Aras
Freedom,freedom,free,free
System Of A Down:Attack
Breathing each other's lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone
The cold insincerity of steel machines
Have consumed our euphoria
Transforming us into muted dreams
Dreaming of the day that
We attack
Attack, attack your fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack
Books illustrate what we already know
Candles cry towards the sky
Racing your flags along polluted coasts
Dreaming of the day that
We attack
Attack, attack your fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack
Attack
Attack
Breathing each other's lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone
Breathing each other's lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone
What's the philosophy of displaced mines
The bombing of all homes and villages
Truth is the only sword bleeding minds
Bleeding till the day that
We attack
Attack, attack your fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack
Attack all the homes and villages
Attack all the schools and hospitals
You attack all the rapes and pillages
We shall attack
We shall attack
System Of A Down:Streamline
I wasn't there for you,
I wasn't there for you,
I know, weather's gonna be fine,
But I can, see you cross the streamline,
My love, waits for me in daytime,
But I can, see you through the snowblind,
I wasn't there for you,
You are gone, I wasn't there for you,
Goodbyes are long,
Goodbye
I wasn't there for goodbye,
I wasn't there for goodbye,
I wasn't there for goodbye,
I know time reveals in hindsight
I can wrestle with the stormy night
Because your love lasts a lifetime
But I can see you through the snowblind
I wasn't there for you,
You are gone, I wasn't there for you,
Goodbyes are long,
You are gone, I wasn't there for you,
Goodbyes are long,
I wasn't there for goodbye,
Goodbye,
I wasn't there for you,
I wasn't there,
I wasn't there for you,
I wasn't there for you,
You are gone, I wasn't there for you,
Goodbyes are long,
Goodbye,
Goodbye.
System Of A Down:Roulette
I have a problem that I cannot explain
I have no reasons why it should have been so plain,
Have no questions but I sure have excuse
I lack the reason why I should be so confused,
I know,how I feel when I'm around you,
I don't know,how I feel when I'm around you,
Around you,
Left a message but it ain't a bit of use,
I have the pictures,the wild might be the deuce,
Today you called,you saw me,you explained,
Playing the show and running down the plane,
I know,how I feel when I'm around you,
I don't know, ho
w I feel when I'm around you,
I know,how I feel when I'm around you,
I don't know,how I feel when I'm around you,
Around you,
I know,how I feel when I'm around you,
I don't know,how I feel when I'm around you,
I know,how I feel when I'm around you,
I don't know,how I feel when I'm around you,
Around you,around you,around you...
Green Day:Welcomne To Paradise
Dear mother, can you hear me whinin'?
It's been three whole weeks since I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
Cause now it seems I am out here on my own
And I'm feeling so alone
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slum some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to Paradise
A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's still now feeling like my home
I'm never gonna go
Dear mother, can you hear me laughin'?
It's been six whole months since I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's still now feeling like my home
I'm never gonna go
Green Day:F.O.D.(Fuck Off and Die)
Something's on my mind
It's been for quite some time
This time I'm on to you
So where's the other face?
The face I heard before
Your head trip's boring me
Let's nuke the bridge we torched
2,000 times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell
I've had this burning in my guts now for so long
My belly's aching now to say
Stuck down in a rut of dilogic and smut
A side of you well hid
When it's all said and done it's real and it's been fun
But was it all REAL fun
Green Day:86
What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity
so stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass
There's no return from 86
Don't even try
Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket and
Quickly take the last train
Out of town
Green Day:Panic Song
Ready for a cheap escape
On the brink of self destruction
Widespread panic
Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of
Anguish... mass confusion
The world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with... I don't care
There's a plague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing's left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Limp with hate
Green Day:Brain Stew
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delirium
On my own... here we go
Green Day:Walking Contradiction
Do as I say not as I do because
The shit's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive
My wallet's fat and so is my head
Hit and run and then I'll hit you again
I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb
Standards set and broken all the time
Control the chaos behind a gun
Call it as I see it even if
I was born deaf, blind and dumb
Losers winning big on the lottery
Rehab rejects still sniffing glue
Constant refutation with myself
I'm a vicitm of a catch 22
I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right
Do as I say not as I do because
The shit's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive
My wallet's fat and so is my head
Hit and run and then I'll hit you again
I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb
I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right
I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right
Cradle Of Filth:From The Cradle To Enslave
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave
Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
From the cradle to enslave?
Sickle constellations
Stud the belts that welt the sky
Whilst the bitter winter moon
Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed
Like shifting parent flesh
Under silk matricide...
Watchful as she was upon Eden
Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept
Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido
In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
Soon the be kept
Hear that hissing now on the breeze
As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden
A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls
Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
This is the theme to a better Armageddon
Nightchords rake the heavens
PAN DAEMON AEAON
And what use are prayers to that god?
As devils bay concensus for the space to piss
On your smouldering faith
And the mouldering face
Of this world long a paradise lost
This is the end of everything
Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring
Danse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac
Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black?
The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...
I see the serpentine in your eyes
The nature of the beast as revelations arrive
Our screams shall trail to Angels
For those damned in flames repay
All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
We should have cut our looses as at Calvary
But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief
Salvation, like a promised nation
Gleamed a claim away...
This is the end of everything you have ever known
Buried like vanquished reason
Death is season
Drive like the drifting snow
Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
On our knees or another f**ker's shore
Heiling new flesh
Read, then roared
To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause
What else be whipped to frenzy for?
This is the end of everything
Rear the tragedies
That the Seraphim shall sing
Old adversaries
Next to Eve
Now they're clawing back
I smell their cumming
As through webbed panes of meat
Led by hoary Death
They never left
Dreaming sodomies
To impress on human failure
When we've bled upon our knees
Tablatures of gravel law
Shall see Gehennah paved
When empires fall
And nightmares crawl
From the cradle to enslave....
This is the end of everything
Cradle Of Filth:Scorched Earth Erotica
Sunset, expect
This to be your last with Our vast return
As Death is set
At three sixes where hill-beacons burn
Darkness, undress
Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
Blood-red, yet still unfed
Lips distend ending, time to falter
Welcome, arms tied down crucified...
The slaughter
Lightening freezes seven
Outtakes from the rape of the world
Sins expelled from Heaven
Now befoul from the bowels of Hell
Where the tragic in theory and practice fell
Last prayers, hang in the air
Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours
Strung where crippled vultures dare
Golgotha
Coughs another cross to grave God's failure
Once the forests spired
Nurtured in Nature'heart
Now dreat cedars feed the pyres
Need-fires lit for greater harm
As Her children toy with razors
Sightless and deeply scarred
And the moon arose to phase Her
Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars
And lights Our path
Back through the shattered glass
(We come like drumming thunder
Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder
Kraken-teethed to tear asunder
All those too blind to see...)
Where the tragic in theory and practice meet
Deranged, uncaged
We rage like a plague through this age of greed
Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap
A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat
Scorched Earth, rebirth
Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor
Whose worth is worse than the curse
Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva
Who shares the last laugh now
Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows?
Foot in mounth of sacred cows
Facedown in dust and poisoned ground...
Cradle Of Filth:Nymphetamine(Overdose)
Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex
A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid's bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
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, a 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'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 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, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine)
None better
Nymphetamine
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
Cradle Of Filth:Tonight In Flames
"I will give to drink without cost,
From the spring of the water of life.
He who overcomes will inherit all this...
And I will be his God... and he will be my son."
When contrary winds blow across the sands
Their murmurs can be easily swayed
But when storms quicken one cannot placate
The howling of their murderous rages
Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand
Beside our waiting graves
As war roars about out precious land
Seeking cause to subjugate
Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames
There is no fanaticism as virile as faith
To the blind his words are clear
“Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel!
Assure your place in paradise here”
Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand
Beside her tiny grave
I will avenge her, do or damned
Her sacred mother did the same
I went to see her dance one day
In a play by a wailing wall
Now she is gone
But the song lives on
Zealous and maniacal
The Eastern sword must fall
Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames
Cradle Of Filth:Temptation
I've never been closer
I've tried to understand
That certain feeling
Called by another sound
But it's too late to hesitate
We can't keep on living like this
Leave no track
Don't look back
All I desire
Temptation
Keep climbing higher and higher
Temptation
Adorable creatures
Temptation
With unacceptable features
Temptation
And trouble is coming
Temptation
It's just the high cost of loving
Temptation
You can take it or leave it
Temptation
But you'd better believe it
You've got to make me an offer
That cannot be ignored
So let's head for home now
Everything I have is yours
Step by step and day by day
Every second counts I can't break away
Leave no trace
Hide your face
Full of desire
Temptation
Keep climbing higher and higher
Temptation
And you can take it or leave it
Temptation
But you'd better believe it
yeah
Step by step
Day by day
Every second counts
I can't break away
Keep us from temptation [x3]
Lead us not into temptation
Trying to find it
Temptation
You've got to get up behind it
Temptation
Put your dime in the hot slot
Temptation
But it's a million to one shot
Temptation
You think that you're right
Temptation
Your gonna face it tonight now
Temptation
Give me a breakdown
Temptation
Because it's time for a shakedown
Temptation [x16]
Black Sabbath:Black Sabbath
What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black which points at me
Turn around quick, and start to run
Find out I'm the chosen one
Oh nooo!
Big black shape with eyes of fire
Telling people their desire
Satan's sitting there, he's smiling
Watches those flames get higher and higher
Oh no, no, please God help me!
Is it the end, my friend?
Satan's coming 'round the bend
People running 'cause they're scared
The people better go and beware!
No, no, please, no!
Black Sabbath:Luke's Wall/War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their Judgement Day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of God has sturck the hour
Day of Judgement, God is calling
Underneath the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh, Lord yeah!
Black Sabbath:Paranoid
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me, occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
Black Sabbath:Iron Man
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Now the time is here
For Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again!
Metallica:Seek & Destroy
We are scanning the scene
in the city tonight
We are looking for you
to start up a fight
There is an evil feeling
in our brains
But it is nothing new
you know it drives us insane
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
There is no escape
and that is for sure
This is the end we won't take any more
Say goodbye
to the world you live in
You have always been taking
but now you're giving
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Our brains are on fire
with the feeling to kill
And it won't go away
until our dreams are fulfilled
There is only one thing
on our minds
Don't try running away
`cause you're the one we will find
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Metallica:Blitzkrieg
Let us have peace, let us have life,
Let us escape the cruel night.
Let us have time, let the sun shine,
Let us beware the deadly sign.
The day is coming, armageddon's near,
Inferno's coming, can we survive the blitzkrieg.
The blitzkrieg, the blitzkrieg.
Save us from fate, save us from hate,
Save ourselves before it's too late.
Come to our need, hear our plea,
Save ourselves before the earth bleeds.
The day is dawning, the time is near,
Aliens calling, can we survive the blitzkrieg.
Metallica:Enter Sandman
Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land
Metallica:So What
So fucking what!
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton,
I've been to Eastbourne too.
So what, so what.
And I've been here, I've been there,
I've been every fucking where.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.
Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you.
Well, I fucked a queen, I fucked fuck,
I've even sucked an old man's cock.
So what, so what.
And I fucked a sheep, I fucked a goat,
I rammed my cock right down its throat.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little fuck.
Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you.
And I've drunk that, I've drunk this,
I've spewed up on a pint of piss.
So what, so what.
I've had scank, I've had speed,
I've jacked up until I bleed.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.
Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.
I've had crabs, I've had lice,
I've had the clap and that ain't nice.
So what, so what.
I fucked this, I fucked that,
I've even fucked a school girl's twat.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little fuck.
Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.
So fucking what! Yeah!
Metallica:St.Anger
Saint Anger 'round my neck
Saint Anger 'round my neck
He never gets respect
Saint Anger 'round my neck
You flush it out, You flush it out
Saint Anger 'round my neck
You flush it out, You flush it out
He never gets respect
Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose, I hang myself
Saint Anger 'round my neck
I feel my world shake
Like an earth quake
Hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?
I'm madly in anger with you
And I want my anger to be healthy
And I want my anger just for me
And I need my anger not to control me
And I want my anger to be me
And I need to set my anger free
Set it free!
bit će ih još,al neman sad vrimena
Password je od početka bija tu,al me nešto blog.hr zajebava,stoka jedna...Anyway...Neman neke inspiracije ,al evo da ne bude stari post,da malo prominin nešto ću napisat...Sinusi me danas nešto zajebaju,ništa mi se ne da al eto,dopizdija mi ovaj post s WoW-om....
Par Chuck Norris viceva nikom ne škodi...Pa amo polako....
Kad Chuck Norris radi sklekove ne gura sebe od Zemlje,nego Zemlju od sebe...
Ljudi imaju Superman pidžame.a Supermn ima Chuck Norris pidžamu...
Došli Chuck Norris i Jean Claude Van Damme u Boga,i ovaj ih pita koji bi triba stat njemu s desne strane,a Van Damme govori:Ja bi triba bit Tebi s besne strane,jer san ja najbolji akcijski glumac svih vremena,sa svojim stražnjim polukružnim udarcem....Bog kaže:U pravu si,sidi ti...A Chuck gleda u Boga i govori:Stari...Sidiš na mom mistu...
Chuck na kraju svakog tjedna ubije i 6 bijelaca da ljudi ne bi mislili da je rasist....
Zašto se Bog zove Bog....?Jer je ime Chuck Norris već bilo zauzeto....
I još samo jedan s Chuckom,jer mi se više ne da pisat...
Zašto se više ne izmišljaju vicevi s Chuckom Norrisom?Jer je Chuck ubija sve one koji su ih izmišljali...
Sad par slika od Chucka:
XD yugioh Chuck
a kad ovi wc papit budete koristili,javite se
Sljedeći su fat mamma vicevi:
Tvoja mama je tolko debela da Zemljina kora puca kad predugo stoji na istom mistu
Tvoja mama je tolko debela da kad dođe u Amazonu viče:uuuu,štapići!!!
Tvoja mama je tolko debela da je nju lakše priskočit nego zaobić
Tvoja mama je tolko debela da kad je slikan triban stavit na panoramsko da je vidin
Tvoja mam je tolko debela da kad iden vozit oko nje,nestane mi goriva prije nego završin jedan krug
To je sve....Mislin ima ih još,al mi se ne da pisat...
I jedan besmisleni vic....Evo...Ako vlak vozi kroz tunel brzinom od 100km/h,zec ima tri uha,kolko žice ti triba da je provučeš kroz slonove uši,a pritom žvaka košta 50lipa?Ko zna odgovor nek mi javi.
I na kraju 2 zakon videa,pogledajte šta ljudi rade...
ovi je bolji nego prvi:
Evo još jedan...Vincent Cassel koji glumi u Ocean's 12 i 13 (i u još masu kul filmova,al nije sad to važno,ova 2 svi znaju) zna capoeiru,pa pogledajte ovo,ako niste gledali film...
sad jedan pozz onima koji ovo još čitaju,a znam da vas je jako malo... -.-'
Burekmajstor
Evo bezze post samo da objavin svoj wallpaper napravljen u photoshopu...Iz WoW-a(ko bi reka da će mi to past na pamet) undeadi,odnosno Forsaken ones....
I moj mali pas...Kojeg smo uvatili i stavili mu bratove cvike...Koja slika....2 ustvari
sad san Burekmajstor
Evo ovako....Mislin da bi bija red da napišen novi post,jer se na ovi već i paučina vata...Neman baš inspiracije al moran nešto pa eto....Još me nisu unbannali,a čini mi se da i neće,tako da sad igran na druga dva servera(koja tema,al rekla san da neman ništa pametnije),na jednon igran po ure tjedno,a na drugon pola tjedna,tj pola svakog dana...evo slika,jer stvarno neman šta pisat...
Konjnjnjnj,oni na bannatom accountu
Burekmajstor,na onom kojeg igram po ure tjedno
KonjJr,na onom šta igram pola tjedna,već ima ban na dva dana
Burek,isto na onom šta igram pola tjedna
Jedna di mi je rogue pretvoren u Iliju
I to bi bilo to...bilo je još likova,al mi se nije dalo levelat,a ni uploadat slike....Nabavila san photoshop,tako da sad mogu radit i razna sranja,naprimjer signature za forume,a prvi izgleda ovako
I nakraju još samo slikica koja mi je zakon:damn not given
Sad jedan pozdrav svima koji ovo još čitaju.Aj odo ja.
A smeće....Znan da san tila nešto pisat....Iman sce klase u WoW-u.....XD Kolko će mi tribat da ih sve izlevelam ayayay....Nea veze....Ovo bi triba bit neki idiotski post s dobrim udjelom sestrinih baza,al ne ide baš...Prerano je za takvo nešto....1i 32....Možda za po ure....
E,ok sad mogu pisat….2.19….najs
Listan google u potrazi za glupim slikama tipa:
a bush je zajebava Froda….
ili
koji lik….
ili
e,svaka mu čast
ili
neko bi mu triba reć di kondom ide….
I onda sestra dođe i kaže traži pivu….
Može….I nađen zelenu pivu,odnosno pivu koju piju Irci na dan Sv.Partika.Sad san se dogovorila sa sestron da ćemo otić tamo jednom nekad 17.3.(tad je sveti Patrik) i pit zelenu pivu….
Ovakvu:
Koji inspiriran post….
Ovo je dosadno…Evo malo slika najs ppl koje ja slušan….
ima toga još pun kurac al mi se ne da više stavljat tu…. Ae pozz i dajte bar jedan komentar….
Ovaj post je frustriran kopiranjem koje se ne može spriječit,a iritantno je za popizdit….Ako imate komentara drago mi je….Uskoro(je kurac uskoro,za misec dana)slijedi objašnjenje ovoga…A možda i ne da se neke osobe ne napizde na mene za kurac.
I ne da mi se više pisat WhatsernamE,i to će neko kopirat -.-'
Ewo ga...Jtb misec dana bez posta...A štaš...Predosadno vrime,i nedostatak inspiracije su to napravili...Neman ni sad inspiraciju,al pišen jer mi je retardirano na svom blogu gledat cilo vrime isti broj kometara...Pa ne znam jesan li tu rekla al pišen neku priču,možda je pokušan pretvorit u roman,koga zanima neka ostavi komentar...Pisme ne pišen već jedno vrime,jer mi ništa pjesničkog materijala ne pada na pamet,ni pisme ko pisme ni poezije...Po cile dane slušan System i Green day jer mi je jedino to u kompu,a ne da mi se tražit cd-e....Bilo bi i to dobro,da ne slušan iste jebene pisme svaki dan...Možda se potrudin i nađen te cd-e...Al me Batta neki dan spasija kad mi je spržija Mezmerize i Hypnotize(nemojte mislit da ih nisan imala,Mezmerize mi je izgubljen u vremenu i prostoru,a Hypnotize moj dragi bivši nije zna spržit kako triba pa su sve pisme bile u kurcu....)...Batta thnx =)...Upravo dok ovu rečenicu pišen završava Violent Pornography pisma...Ok je,al mi nije nešto,moja sekica je obožava...I dalje san u kurcu,jer iako san uspila dobit dopuštenje za Novu u Makarski,sjebala san ga samo par dana posli doznavši da mi je fizika definitivno 1...To mi je prva zaključena jedinica ikad,pa san je mislila proslavit jedom dobrom pijankom,također u Makarski,al mislin da se neće ni to desit,jer sumnjam da ću Makarsku opet brzo vidit...Iz jednog predmeta iman prosjek 3,25,a zaključeno mi 4...Al za kurac sve kad je fizika 1...A jtb,ovo su mi najbolje ocjene ikad i morala san ih zasrat fizikom i strojevima(Mere mi je ipak da 2,i to je bila teška komedija)...A jebenti Makarsku,Novu godinu,fiziku i sve po spisku....Više neću pisat,moran smislit način da kažen starom za kljuku,i da ga u isto vrime pitan za Makarsku...Možda bi pisala da ne držin priču u tajnosti,lol...Eto...Sad ću van copy/paste tekst od Systemovepisme Cigaro,pa se isčuđavajte kako pokraj takvog teksta imaju i smislene...
My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
My shit stinks much better than yours
My shit stinks right down to the floor
With a feeling a feeling so pure
It's got you coming back for
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Can't you see that I love my cock
Cant you see that you love my cock
Cant you see that we love my cock
We're the regulators that deregulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources
Then we turn and hide
We're Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
We're the regulators that deregulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking cigaro, cigaro, cigar
My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for more
a ewo da ne bude dosadno,ewo van i ta pisma live,obratite pozornost na na onaj dio di se Daron dere "with the feeling so pure",i pritom izgleda ko polućelava manijakalna vjeverica...al njakul dio je onaj di se Serj zajebaje sa svojon kosicon,baš je kul tu... =),bwahahahahaha
Ako san ikoga vriđala gori,ja se ispričavan(seka mrzi kad joj Daron nazivan VJEVERICOM,bwahahaha....) malo san u kurcu ako niste dosad skužili...lol
Iman dva aktivna lika na WoW-u ako koga zanima,Jale i Muva me znaju ko blood elf paladina pod imenom Konjnjnjnj,a odsad i novi potpuno drugačiji(lol,reklama) undead priest pod imenom Kreten...uskoro dolazi i tauren shaman Sofersajba
E,da još nešto,kako vas Makarane neću vidit prije Božića,eto van sritan Božić i vama i svima koji žele čestitku za Božić od mene
do idućeg kretenskog posta pozzzzzzzzz od WhatsernamE
Ajde da napišen novi post...Samo ga pročitajte a ne samo ostavit komentar,molin vas...Ako ne,bar pročitajte zaključak,stavit ću ga u duru boju...Ne znam o čemu baš da pišen,pa ću pisat o muzici i EMA ove godine,muzici općenito,stvari koje sam primijetila otkad intenzivno gledan MTV,jer mi se ne da ništa drugo radit i jer iman puno slobodnog vrimena...Pa ima stvari koje su stvarno u kurcu...Najprije gledan spot od Rihanne za pismu Umbrella...Najprije mislin da je tekst glup.A šta ćeš,kad nije metal ili punk...A onda gledan spot...I vidin kako se ženska obukla ili bolje reć skinila za spot.Jtb,katastrofa.Ona prva pisma kako se već zvala nešto Pon the replay ili tako,bila je skroz ok pisma,sa ok tekstom bez nekog značenja ali ok.I ženska je bila ok.Kad vidin novi spot čini mi se više da ženska tu prodaje svoj izgled a ne muziku i talent.Ošla Rihanna u kurac.Dalje šta je još.Avril Lavigne(ili već kako joj prezime ide).Otkad se udala i ona ošla u kurac(Riki nemoj se ljutit,al je).Spot Girlfriend usporedite s Complicated.Stara(normalna) Avril razbija sve i radi sranja,vozi skate i svira gitaru(ne rozu).Nova(udana) Avril pleše i ima koreografiju,plesače i ne izgleda ni približno ko prije.Najluđa stvar šta je u spotu napravila je šta je onu žensku gurnila u jezerce...Ako je to najluđe šta sad može,e đavlu ga dajen...A to mi je stvarno ža jer i ja slušan Avril,al jebat ga štaš kad je ošlo u kurac,i malo je moguće da je se vratit na staro...Onda:Britney Spears koju ne treba ni spominjat da je "izgorila".Ženska se ne može pomirit s činjenicom da je propala,pa pokušava nešto napravit novin spotom.Ako i oni put uspije namlatit love ko kad je tek postala pjevačica,u kurac i svit...E a tek ono kad je brijala glavu,pa je pola metalaca i punkera reklo da je sad ženska puno bolja nego s koson,to mi je extra dizalo tlak...Šta ima veze kakva joj je frizura,ako je ženska glupa ko kurac...Kad san već došla do gluposti,tu je Paris Hilton,da je nazoven tukom,vriđan jadnu životinju...Jel iko ikad otkrija kolki joj je IQ.Ako je iznad 50,neka potroši još koji milijun dolara na party slavlja što ima i tolko...Bila je par dana u zatvoru i prodaje prava na zatvorske memoare.Zar za memoare ne triba bit neko duže vrime,bar od godinu dana.Ne možeš znat ko je gluplji onaj ko će joj platit milijun za to smeće ili ona koja ih naziva memoarima...Vratit se na muziku...EMA su bile kool,glavni je dakako bija Snoop Dogg,jedini prihvatljivi rapper,lood ko koopoos...Prvi su svirali Foo Fightersi,jedan od rijetkih bendova i izvođača koji su uvik ostali ono šta jesu...Pisma The Pretender,i nastave svirat God Save The Queen,zakon,svaka čast...I onda dile neke nagrade,dodijelili su ih oni blizanci iz Good Charlotte,Benji i Joel,mislin da se zovu...Uglavnom,dile tako nagrade,pa malo sviraju,pa opet dile i tako...A dođe na red za Interact ili tako nešto nagrada i od nominiranih Linkin Parka i ne znam ti ni ja koga još ko je zavrijedija nagradu,ko je dobije?Tokio Hotel,kako da ih nazoven dvospolci ili možda ipak besspolci?I dođe lik na pozornicu,ide se zahvalit,a jtb priča tadžikistanski engleski(isprike Tadžikistancima šta ih uspoređujen s tim malin smradovima),ne zna se ni zahvalit kako triba a kasnije su i svirali...Pjevač je izgleda ko da će svaki sekund svršit po onom jadnom stalku za mikrofone,gitarist izgleda ko da su ga strpali u kakvu vriću i svezali onim retardiranim dredovima,basist izgleda ko da ga je poplava izbacila,a bubnjar ko da mu je neko jednu od njegovih palica nabija u šupak...Sve u svemu,ako su oni budućnost svjetske muzike,onda je najbolje da se ubijemo odma...Ili bolje da njih zakoljemo,radi preventive.A kad je Serj,jedan od danas rijetkih ljudi koji imju nešto pametno za reć doša dodijelit neku nagradu za nešto Bog te sad pita šta,i reka nešto šta su oni dupeglavci u publici tribali skontat(a vidi čuda nisu),ženska ga prikinila i rekla koji su nominirani...A jebatga...Šta se može...A kad san spomenila Serja,onda da se dotaknem i njega i bivšeg mu benda...Tri kvarta benda(on,Daron i Shavo)praktički su non stop na cracku,i zato pišu malo poremećene tekstove(pull the tapeworm out of your ass...Jakiću,tapeworm nije ono od kazete,jebotebog nepismeni nego TRAKAVICA,potraži u riječniku i pogledaj ostatak teksta),al s tim poremećenim tekstovima žele posat Busha u pičku materinu...Al i oni su ošli u kurac i razišli se,govoreći da se tribaju odmorit jedni od drugih,a Daron i John su u novom bendu(Scars On Broadway),i John je odsvira većinu bubnjarskih dionica na Serjovon novon albumu...Idioti,al šta ćeš.Serjov novi album je kool,ni blizu Systemu,a opet slično;sad ide na turneju sa Foo Fightersima,možda se čak približe Hrvatskoj,lol...Meni je već dopizdilo pisat,al moran navest još jedan primjer kako se ode u kurac.Znate ko je Bam Margera?Idiot i po,moj uzor,skater i jedan od Jackassa,poznat i u Viva la Bam.Radija je nezamisliva sranja,lomija svoje i tuđe kosti,razbija kuću i pija materi i ćaći živce na slamku...Car i po.Pogodite šta se dogodilo?Oženija se...Kreten jedan mutavi se oženija i sad ga više nećete vidit nigdi osim u reprizama Jackassa.Viva la Bama više nema niti se emitira.Od idiota nastade nevinašce malo i ode sve u kurac...Da zaključim sve ovo.Sve ide u kurac,muzika i cili svit.Nafte ima još 50 godina,a ako oni peder Bush ne pristane kenjat po jadnom Iraku,neće je bit ni tolko...Kako ću ja do tad imat 67 godina,ako me digdi auto ne skupi na srid puta,meni se živo jebe za sve...Ako znate šta svirat,ili imate bend,nastojte spasit muziku,i ne bacajte smeće u okoliš,ako mislite bit 100-godišnji didovi ko Mick Jagger i skakat okolo i derat se sex,drugs and rock'n'roll...I ja se zahvaljujući primjerima Avril i Bama neću nikad udavat,bar ne namjerno...Sad je 15 do jedan i ne znam kako mi se da objavit ovi post,s obzirom na to da ujutro triban u školu(svejedno ću kad ovo smeće sredin gledat CSI njujork)...
Još samo jedna napomena,poslušajte Die Ärzte,njemački punk,nema luđeg…
Ljudi,ostavite mišljenje o svemu ovome i pozz vam do idućeg smeća koje napišen...
WHATSERNAME
Ewo ovako ovo šta je napisano prije slika,to je tribalo bit objavljeno prošli tjedan,al san bila spriječena,na razne načine…Tako da sad objavljivan slike od subote,a ovo doli je pisano u četvrtak…Ja jesan stjupid prsn,al jebiga,tu se ne može ništa…Slijedi kretenski post i molin vas da ga pročitate,bar dok van se trpe ta sranja,a onda pređite na slike…I ostavite koji komm…
Ewo još jedan post da objavim...Sad kad mi se da pisat...sad je 1 i 39 u četvrtak 19.10.,sutra ću ga objavit kad se vratin iz škole...I ne znam šta da pišen,jer mi se čini da san se previše raspisala u komentarima na Elinom i Rikijevom blogu,tako da sad ne znam šta reć...Ma...Koji mi je kurac pojma neam,al san uspila ovu moju kantu od kompa,odmilja zvanu Limenka II.(Limenka I.-prva-je moj stari Siemens CV65,koji začudo radi nakon šta je proša kroz sve torture od bojanja markerom,priko bacanja u zid,do igranja nogometa njime s rođakom priko sela-awwww,that brings back the memories)popravit,bar tako mislin ili mi je ovo samo jedan lucky day.Internet san popravila,sredila user,tako da mi se više ne restartava usrid probadanja trola daedric longswordom...Iman 5 neopavdanih,uskoro 6(taj još nije upisan,jer je tjelesni),5 jedinica i rekla san majki da fuman...A njezina reakcija???NEVJEROJATNA....Kad je ona skroz normalno rekla da će mi svaki dan dat za duvane,samo da ne pitan okolo,ja san stala ovako :-?...Kad je za jedinice saznala,samo je rekla ko ga jebe,a kad je čula za mogućnost dobrog vladanja u svjedodžbi umisto uzornog...Rekla je pa šta to ima veze,malo neopravdanih...A moj je razrednik takva cjepidlaka da nije normalno...SVE PO PRAVILIMA,tako da ja za još jedan tjelesni i jedan hrvatski,ili električne strojeve,ja iman opomenu razrednika...A život je lijep,jer san već bila izgubila svu nadu da ću više vidit Makarsku(ma ko jebe Makarsku,važni su mi ljudi koje znam tamo),ukazala se šansa da ću opak otić tamo još jedan put prije jebene berbe jebenih maslina u jebenom Opuzenu...I ja san fala,eto neću kurcu,jer mi je to glupo,nego fala svetom pamidoru uspila natjerat majku da mi da dopuštenje,prijevoz i k tome još i da sestra ide sa mnom...Možda još ima malo pravde u ojom sjebanom svitu koji je oša u kurac 100%...I sada ću vidit njih i posebno jednu osobu,osim ako mi i to malo luck essence ne ode u tri pičke materine...Uglavnom...Kao zaključak ovog po svemu sudeći nenormalno dugog i neuobičajeno izražajnog posta mogu napisat sljedeće:mislin da san donekle sritna,al nije to u potpunosti,za potpunost mi fali par malih stvari i samo jedna veća stvar(nije kurac u pitanju,da se ne bi neki zajebali tu)...A prije točno 16sekundi san ponovo raskrvarila ko zna koju ranu danas po redu(mmm,slano,metalno...jeste ikad pili svoju krv?Ako niste probajte).E kako meni polako ovi stil pisanja počinje ić na žicve,iden ja spavat jer smo JAAAAAAAAAO;SIMKE.............PA ZABORAVIH NAJVAŽNIJU VIJEST...U Pločama u Srednjoj školi fra Andrije Kačića Miošića je 15.10.2007. prvi put u povijesti škole(bar nam je tako razrednik reka)krenila nastava sa mijenjanjem smjena,dakle gimnazijalci i ekonomisti napokon idu i popodne,a mi elektrotehničari i "ostali stručnjaci" idemo ujutro...Eto vam vaš štrajk,jebo vas on...Hahaha...E i za kraj:nemojte mislit da san luđakinja,najgore šta ustvari mogu bit je psihopat,što i nije tolko strašno ukoliko mi se dovoljno sviđate.Stvarno ne znam odakle mi ovaj kretenski stil pisanja,koji možda i nije tolko loš,al je svakako krajnje čudan za mene...IPAK se nadam da će se sa sljedećim postom vratit stari stil,ovaj izgleda ko da mudrujuem...Iden leć,iman sutra 4sata radioničkih vježbi(ako bude sriće,opet ćemo lemit nekog kurca u monitoru,ili izolirat kontakte na tek zalemljenim konektorima),elektroničke sklopove,koje san već odgovarala,digitalnu elektroniku,koju znam i matematiku,iz koje nastavnik samo uleti u razred ne zapiše sat nego odma ispali:piši zadatak...Ovaj post mi već stvarno ide na kurac,iden ća...Pa,ljudi,ako van se da komentirat ovi kretenski post,samo naprijed,cijenim svaki vaš komentar...Ajte bok,napokon kraj posta...POZZ
E to san jučer napisala,pa mi je bilo kool da to danas objavin…Sad me trenutno muči činjenica sjebanog usera i to šta se oni kreten Kekko ne javlja nikako,a triba mi reć nešto u vezi World Of Warcrafta.A da bi komp radija cilu noć radi toga da sačuvan LAN u njemu,prisiljena san igrat Oblivion umisto WoW-a…Al dobro nije ni to loše…Dignit ću jedno 5levela,i sredit cili Mages Guild.E,da još ću i prominit nick od komentara u MAGE,zbog mog dragog rođaka,Nade…Dodat ću i 4linka…I više ne znam šta još…Iden sad to napravit pa iden jest napokon…Zadnja rečenica prije pordrava…Eli,jebotebog,pukla si ko kokica…A sad svima pozz…
Ewo sada slijede slike od subote na pijaci:
Eto tu van je moja seka tu ždere mandarinu,prema njenim riječima,odnosno Čak Noris,kako je Riki zove,tek smo bili došli
Riki the Kip slobode
tu je Muva doša
tu su Vale i Petra fjoooooo
moja rodica koja mi je điznila par slika i prijateljica Archibal
a tu pokazuju toplu žensku ljubav
čini mi se da je to Eli slikala,al nisan sigurna
Kekky d grusom tif i Eli
Muva i bambus valjda
Eli slikala sebe i Muvu I bambus opet valjda
ovo je prilično dobra slika ispala…Eli i Jakić
ovo je tribala bit Archyna slika,al se grusom tif ubacija…pa je kool slika ispala
Eli kaže da je ovo ozbiljna slika,a u isto vrime komična…ne kontam di je komična,al eto
Archibal i Eli+Kekkova ruka
moj bivši kolega Drina(iliti Jale) i ja
ja mislin da je ovo slika sa najviše ljudi odjednom
pa njih tri
pa nji dvi
pa ja i Archy
grusom tif,Čak Noris i Muva
Eli i Petra u akciji,keksy slika
moja seka(Čak Noris,Kesten) i Muva
ja i Eli
e ovo mi je zakon slika…grusom tif je ubija boga u tei sideć na njoj kad je pa prema nazad i nabija dupe na bocu…original nisan uspila slikat,pa je Muva vratija boce i rekonstruira događaj…
moj mobitel glumi Jalinog pimpeka
ja i Muva…a on se smije i govori neću se ja slikat…ma ne…moj Kesten je slika ovu sliku
evo Jale,kako je kexy
opet ja i Jale
evo Jale i Muve,Boga pitaj ko je ovo slika…aparat je bija praktički u svakoga,gradska kurva(ustvari međugradska,jer je ipak Pločanin,a ovo je u Makarski…aparat mislin)
grusom tif zajebaje Čaka Norisa
ovo smo ja i Jakić,a Perina kosa je upala u kadar
opet mi,al je prošla slika bolja
opet ja i Muva,slikano by Čak Noris
grusom tif Kekky i ja
Riki i ja
Kekko i Riki
ovu san mislila priskočit,al Čak kaže da je kool
ewo,pogledajte…Kekky i Čak…baš su keksy par
ovu sliku ne triba ni komentirat,a i da se komentira…bila bi cenzura…
tu je Kekko,kojemu ove cvike fakat stoje kool…ove dvi gornje slike ima i Riki,pa san ih mislila priskočit,al ipak su to cvike od moje seke Čaka
tu san ih išla sve slikat,al su ova dva bisera pošla prema meni i napravili to…i onda je Riki reka:hahaha,sjeba san ti sliku
ma neka slike…
ja,grusom tif i NJEGOV PINAT BATR,kojeg ne smimo zaboravit
To je bilo sve za subotu,jer san morala u11 doma(sranje)…Bilo je kool,iako smo su nam se pi**e smrzle…Sad triban izmislit način da opet dođemo tamo nekako…Valjda će me srića služit ko u školi…Ipak san neki dan noseć drva vidila 4-lisnu djetelinu i ubrala je…Pa…Idući dan,tj.nedilju uvatila me manija slikavanja svake pizde materine koja se nađe na putu,al to bi mi krv popilo,pa ću stavit to neki drugi put…Samo još slika od mog ćukca Amesa…Koji je to master,jao ej...Sad me stari i brat pilaju,oće igrat neko ratno smeće na kompu…Kasnije ću na MTV-ju gledat System,pa do 3igrat WOW,jer mogu s obzirom da iden popodne u školu ovi tjedan…Ovo mi je najduži post koji san ikad napisala,pa iden ća…Ostavite puno komentara,ljudi
POZZ OD WHATSERNAME
Oujes,ipak ima posta...Tribala san tu stavit neke slike,naprimjer od mojih cjenjenih starki(u raspadnom stanju),novih novcatih marti(oujes) i skejterica,Vansovih,crnih...Ma nemojte da bi se pojavija neko da me zajebaje šta će ti tolko toga...Nisan bezveze trunila cilo lito u hotelu...A ne,ne...Sad se feelam good radi toga,ali i radi nečega šta mi je Riki priopćio(kako glupa rič,al jebiga)...Radi toga drugoga san više happy,sad zamislite koja je to onda razine of happiness(još jedna glupava rič)...A jedan sat je,želin spavat,i ujutro moran šetat pasa,ko će dignit,bog kenjac...Ovo je ispa kraći post nego šta je triba bit,al neka,nasta je od moje silne sriće i hiperakrivnosti(ta hiperaktivnost obuhvaća samo pasa,jedenje i komp,al ipak iman volje za popravljat kojekakva sranja...)A i napisala san ovo jer mi ujutro inretnet vjerojatno neće radit(koji idiot,gori od mog brata),al možda znam sredit to sranje,vidit ćemo...Ajte ljudi,svi koji ovo pročitaju nek se osjećaju pozzzzzzdrawwwwwwljeno...A ako nećete...Otiđite po koju pivu,pa pročitajte ovo opet...Aj pozz
(btw,ovaj smajli ne znači onokako se zove-dead-samo mi je bash kool)SUUUUUUUUUUPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAČ
Ma u kurac malo sve nek ide...Sad malo mrzin cili svit...Osim određeni broj ljudi,al jako mali broj...Danas majka dolazi po mene i sestru,jer nas triba vratit u jebeno Ploče.I ništa ja kontam sad ću pričat sa starom normalno,kad kurac od ovce,na njemu zvonce...Nešto bila živčana pa je skontala da mi je na ruci nešto ko otečeno(KeKKo,kretene)...KeKKo me ugriza...Uglavnom,ona je počela srat nešto da nisu normalni,da joj se ne sviđa da svaki put pijen,i slična sranja...I na kraju mi je opet stavila izlazak do 11,pa u pičku materinu ne kontam,kako može bit tolko paranoična...A ne želi svatit nešto važno.Cilo mi vrime govori da nađen društvo u Pločama,iman ga donekle,al su ljudi odi drukčiji,ne znam zašto...A sad da pojasnim.Duga priča...Ubit ću se.Pa ovako skratit ću.Ja san prije bila skroz povučena osoba(dosta prije-10 godina)i takva san bila do prvog srednje...Mene su ljudi takvu znali i kad san se prominila,počela slušat muziku,ošišala kosu itd.,nisu me mogli prihvatit ovakvu kakva jesan.Tu me rodica spasila(Eli,fala),otišla san s njom u Makarsku vanka i upoznala ljude koji su me takvu prihvatili...I to je mene izvuklo iz jebenih depresija i sličnih sranja.Ja mislin da su oni mene prihvatili ko jednu od svojih,pa taman me mrzili,meni je to dosta...Recimo,moja sestra je vidila slike na Rikijevom blogu(Riki,legendo),ima jedna slika di smo svi koji su bili na spomeniku potpisani.Ona meni govori...Bravo,dospila si na jedan zid...To je meni bilo komično,al mi je drago da je to rekla,jer ja volin te ljude na neki način,i nadan se da i oni mene vole isto na neki način...A moja stara to nikako da svati...Nije da se meni voza svaki put do tamo...Sad san pojasnila...Molin vas da prokomentirate ovaj post,pogotovo vi iz tog društva(KeKKo,molin te nemoj ti)...Samo da još kažen da me jedna stvar na Rikijevon blogu hm...It made me smile...LOL...Aj POZZ svima,i obavezno komentirajte ovo...PLZ
Ajme!Ljudi stvarno mi je ža,al me svaki put kad san išla napisat ili objavit već napisani post nešto zajebalo...Slike koje san želila objavit,komp,pa san išla u Igrane,pa je brat sjeba kompjuter i izbrisa sve,pa san morala sve ponovo instalirat(moj Oblivion i svi save-ovi)...Al evo napokon pišen novi post,i ima toliko toga za napisat,i mislin da neću imat vrimena za to,jer u jedan triban u školu,a sad je 5 do podne...Da skratin.Ovu subotu je bilo zakon,al mi se stvarno ne da pisat.Dobila san ćuku,zove se Ami(što je skraćeno od Ames,znači,muški je),dole su slike(s novog mobitela,Sony Ericsson V630i,malo je lošija kvaliteta nego od digitalnog fotoaparata,al opet nije loša,ipak ima 2megapixela).Toga ima previše a ja još jutros nisan ništa jela,pa iden ća...Ljudi pozz i nemojte se ljutit šta mi je tolko tribalo da napišen post...ewo još slike i iden.
Ami:
I jedna zakon gitara-BC Rich Virgo Vintage Celtic:
Da…to san tribala objavit danas prije škole,al jebiga…Sad iman vrimena al neman volje za pisat dalje…U kurac…A to je zasad sve…Aj pozz van ljudi…
Whatsername
Šta da napišen...Neman pojma,mislila san neki dan objavit već napisan post,al se taj odnosija na taj dan kad je napisan(milihn da je prošli ponediljak,nije važno),pa ću samo stavit dio onoga koji nije baš o tome danu.Šta je bilo u međuvremenu?Nije više Ivan,sad je jedan plavih očiju,crne kose i ne zove se Ivan,a ime neću napisat zasad.A jebiga,šta ćeš kad je tako...A ja kontam,ono kad prikinemo da će me bar neka manja depresijica puknit,a meni ništa,čak se još više smijen na kojekakve gluposti(čjevap,naprimjer).A sad s ovim likom plavih očiju radim,samo je on druga smjena,to mi još nije previše važno,al je kul da ga vidin svaki dan...A sad me majka pila da iden leć,jer moran ujutro na posa,i u pravu je,al jebemu mater ide mi to na živce.Vratimo se u 10 i po s posla,i onda ona ode na Bitefight(majka mi online igre igra,je legenda),i tamo dok sve sredi stoji uru vrimena,ode leć i tek onda mene pusti.A onda ja iden ovako nešto na kompu sredit a onda ona stalno:idi leć,ujutro se dižemo rano,nećeš se naspavat...A jebemmu mater,kako ću kad me neće pusti na vrime na komp...Ma,ovo mi je baš sad govorila,pa san se sitila napisat.A sve u svemu,nije mi ovo lito za bacit,hahahaha.Ima još lita,a ako se nastavi ovim smjerom,bit će dobro...E sad ide ono šta san tribala neki dan objavit,a nisan.
Znam.Napisat ću dio jednog od onih "sick and twisted dreams" koje san sanjala.Ovog se dobro sićan,iako san ga sanjala prije dobre 2 godine.
Za početak,mjesto radnje(hahahaha):Igrane-tamo san bila kad san sanjala to-,koje su bile spojene sa Živogošćem(većina vas nema pojma o čemu govorin,dva sela u Dalmaciji,u Igranima san praktički odrasla-jao iman 16 godina BWAHAHAHAHAHA),a na mistu Nimfe(hotela) je bija divovski krvavo crveni cvit,otprilike veličine Keopsove piramide.Kakve veze ima cvit sa demonima?Velike-demoni zatvaraju ljude u taj cvit(jebote,demoni su nacisti,ne bi da je cvit plinska komora) i tamo ih demoniziraju.Ne skroz,samo da ojačaju i da postanu nosioci virusa koji se prenosi ozljedama(znači kad te ugrize ili ogrebe demon,moraju te odnit u taj cvit da postaneš crveno-crni demon,znači izgledaš ko ovaj blog,samo nema ni traga Serju ili nekom od njih 4).Oni jači što se više odupiru virusu,postaju jači i dobivaju crna kožnata krila(kuuuul).A,jebote,već opis...Aj dobro.Al nije ni to sve.Nedaleko od tog cvita je bila neka ko tvornica da je tako opišen,u nedostatku bolje riči.Ta "tvornica" je služila "reanimaciji" polumrtvih demona i njihovu poboljšanju(znači,fali im ruka,dobiju robotiziranu-opet kuuuul),znači,nisu ni crkavali,pi**a im materina...Nebo više nije bilo lipo i plavo,nego sivo za popizdit.A onda su ljudi napravili neki "resistance"(ko u 'Allo,'allo-u,ako gledate),a to im je bilo dosta teško,s obzirom na to da su ti demoni,bili oni "oriđiđi" ili robotizirani,jako volili rešetat kuće(tako da su posli toga izgledale ko ementaler) i dobavljat nove demone.E a sad se pojavljujem i ja…Nekog meni bliskog su ubili ili pretvorili u demona,ne sićan se sad točno…A mene je demon samo ogreba I ja san se počela pretvarat u demona,al me nisu uspili odvuć u oni cvit,jer su mislili da san mtrva.I ja san onda mislila da se pretvaran u pravog demona,al nekim čudom san dobila samo “pozitivne” značajke,a to su krila i demonska snaga…Sad mi se stvarno više ne da pisat…Nastavak u sljedećem broju,bwahahahahaha.
Sad još samo pozdrav svima koji čitaju ove idiotarije(hahahahaha) i onom liku koji se spominje gori(ukoliko on to pročita)
aj ljudi bok zasad
by Whatsername
Evo...Nije mi se baš dalo radit na blogu,a jebiga kad neman volje...Blje...Hahaha,prominila san frizuru,iako ne znate baš ni kakva je prije bila,a možda je i bolje da je ne opišen.Evo da napišen napokon neki pošten post.Da proban,ustvari.Jutros san sredila praksu,i fala Bogu na tome,al mislin da nije baš bilo potrebno budit se ujutro u 4 i po,a dizat se u 5 za to...A kad san zaspala bolje da ne znate...I lipo ja spavan i nadam se da je neko zaboravija na to ili da se nešto nekoim čudom sredilo da se ne moran dignit tolko rano,kad ono,čujen majku kako se dere:brže,diži se ,zakasnit ćemo i ti i ja!Inače,ona ide na posa svako drugo jutro u ta doba,pa njoj to nije tolko teško ko meni,a tribala je odvest mene na praksu,oca na posa(to dvoje na istom je mistu) i još pokupit par žena koje isto rade u hotelu di i ona.Evo,sad je 10 i po,vratila san se prije po ure,i mislila san da ću se naspavat,al se majka vraća s posla u 2 i kvarat,pa onda vozi mene i malog brata(ima 7 i po godina i razmažen je za popizdit,al je usveukupno dobar) u Igrane u dida i babe(fala Bogu,iden se kupat),pa se neću stić naspavat...Jebiga...Jučer san dobila novu gitaru,dole je slika(jel tako da je kuuuul?),kolko je bolja od stare,ne mogu je pristat gledat 
Mislin da ću je nosit u Igrane,al ne znam jel mi se da...
Šta da još napišen...Stvarno ne znam...Ah,da.Napisala san prije par dana u wordu(microsoft word-za one koji ne znaju) ono šta san tribala stavit u post taj dan,al mi je internet bija u k**cu,radija je al je šteka.Evo tog posta:Kad san napokon sredila to,mogu napisat vjerojatno najčešću temu mojih budućih postova,ako mi se uopće bude dalo pisat…To će bit moji sick and twisted snovi koje ne pamtim kad su neki dobri.Nekim čudom uvik zapamtim one najmorbidnije i najbrutalnije,a takvih ima podosta…Ne znam kad san zadnji puta sanjala nešto šta nije uključivalo demone,polurobote,masovne ili brutalne ubojice,ili bilo kakvo drugo uništenje ili razaranje…Ne znam je li to utjecaj raznih igara koje igram(God of War I i II,Devil May Cry 1 i 3,Resident Evil…)ili jednostavno moj “twisted little peanut” koji nazivan mozgom…Bilo kako bilo,neke snove ću tu i ispisat,ne detaljno,jer mi se ne da,a I to bi bilo teško opisat ričima,pa vi prosudite jel to normalno(je ku**c normalno,al eto…)To je zasad sve,svratite kad napišen koji san…
Eto...Najduži post u karijeri ću završit sa 2 slike i pismom koju u zadnje vrime slušan oko 50 puta dnevno.Moja gitara(na zidu se mogu vidit grafiti koje crtam kad mi je dosadno....);Ibanez Iceman IC 400 i pisma Holy Mountains.To je zasad sve,pozz
by Whatsername
E jebote,ovo stvarno mogu samo ja...Na blogu koji je na adresi http//:serjtankianjecar.blog.hr koji je triba bit moj novi blog:zaboravila san username,a password znam...Stvarno,mislin,moraš bit biser za to.Al to još nije sve.Kojih san samo muka imala sa user accountom na kompu.Cili se sjeba,pa san radila novi kojeg nikako nisan mogla sredit ko starog,pa san se vratila na stari,koji je nekim čudom opet normalno proradija...Bože sačuvaj,nema druge riči...A ne znan šta više da pišen za prvi post na novom blogu...A ni slike mi se ne da stavljat,jedino mi se dalo nać kuuuuuuuuuuul dizajn sa S.O.A.D.-om :D.Pa sad mi poželite sriću da ne zaboravin opet username...
Zasad pozdraw samo Ivanu
.Ostali će dobit kad se jave ili svrate u mene...Aj valjda ću imat nekad volje za pisat post ili sredit blog...A jao,još samo slika komična je,jebiga pa ću je stavit...Bwahahahahaha...Samo pročitajte to,za krepat od smija...
To je tribalo stat u prvom postu na novom blogu koji bi radila da se nisan sitila username-a od ovog bloga...A nekom srićom san se sitila tako mutavog username-a,da nisan mogla virovat da san to stavila...Uglavnom,ne triba mi novi username,jedino mi triba volja za sređivat blog...Evo i dizajn je početak...
Whatsername
Da...Prvi post na mom blogu.Napustila san onaj jer san znala na početku da će bit problema,pa mi je dopizdilo...Uglavnom,pisat ću manje nego na starom(ko je bija tamo zna...),bar ispočetka.Sad mi se ne da tražit one sve sličice i zajebancije,to ću sredit tokom tjedna ako budem imala volje.Neman ništa drugo za reć,pa pozz...
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