Daemon's Smile

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AHAHAHAHA! E super je pesma! SVAKA CAST!

Ovo mi je jedna od prvih pesama. Nije savrsena, ali mi je draga. ZVER Postoji zver na ovome svetu. Najgora od svih, a krhka ko' dete! Sve ostale zveri kad joj ime čuju, najmračnijih slika odjednom se sete! Ona hara zemljom, vazduhom i vodom! Prepreke za nju nikad ne postoje! Pretrčava milje svojim krupnim hodom, a noge joj ipak nepokretno stoje. Ta zver nema kandže, al' kroz zemlju rije! Nema jake zube al' grize duboko! Iza blede maske mračne misli krije! Ima slabe oči, a vidi ko' soko! Kodeks drugih zveri za nju ne postji, stalno smišlja nove prevare i laži! I kada je sita krvoločno lovi! Za nju zakon jačeg nikako ne važi! I pored sve moći nikad sretna nije, sve ostale zveri dovešće do jada! Sa savešću svojom teške bitke bije! Ipak, često gubi zato će da strada! Ova zver se krije pod imenom čudnim! Oduvek je tako i ostaće dovek, odgovor još kasni za pitanjem sudnjim! Žasto tu zver greškom nazivamo ČOVEK?

Ja najvise volim Red Bull i Jeger. Super kombinacija...

Oбожавам нашу поезију! Антић, Десанка Максимовић, и још много, песника. Ево и једна песма Милоша Црњанског која ми је јако лепа и емотивна: Милош Црњански - Прича Сећам се само да је била невина и танка и да јој је коса била топла, ко црна свила у недрима голим. И да је у нама пре уранка замирисао багрем бео. Случајно се сетих невесео, јер волим да склопим очи и ћутим. Кад багрем до године замирише, ко зна где ћу бити. У тишини слутим да јој се имена не могу сетити никад више. Све речено у пар реченица! Али најбоља песма, по мени је "Гавран" од Поа. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Ovde sam plakao od smeha! Scena kad neki robot dolazi kod BOSS-a robo-mafije. Robot: "Donbot, I beg you. I can't make this week's loan payment. Look into your hard drive and open your mercy file!" Donbot: "File not found!" *long shooting and screaming ensues* "Let that be a warning to you!" Robot: "Thank you, Donbot!"

SUPER SERIJA! Gledao sam vec dva puta ceo serijal, i nameravam opet! Bender mi je najjaci, takodje i celokupni geek humor! Fry: "Space, it seems to go on and on forever. But then you get to the end and a gorilla starts throwing barrels at you. And that's how you play the game." Boy: "You stink loser!" Prva recenica, u prvoj epizodi, posle koje vise nista nije bilo isto! ;D

ХАХАХ Балашевић - Slime Fucker

Ма било је једно 6 одличних, не рампи ђускају! Лудница! Али биће опет, па ће да шаљем извештај!

Ево ако неког занима. Имам неке слике са стајлинга и тјунинга. Било је супер. Него таман кад су изашле оне играчице нестаде ми батерија. Тако да је она последња слика, једино што ми остало у том трипу. После ми било жао што сам сликао кола! http://picasaweb.google.com/AnalogDigit/TunningBG#

Е хвала!

Ma nisu vukovi najtru, nego im medvedi vec zauzeli pecine, pa se smoreni smucaju po sumi!

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH! Neko rece od aprila do kraja oktobra. Najace doba godine! Pa da je zima dobra valjda bi se medvedi kao najtr00 zivotinje lepo osecale zimi. Ali ne! Najtr00 zivotinje jednostavno nadju pecinu i spavaju. Tako da .... @Varg I ja sam rodjen u Januaru 82', ali mi je zima totalno losa.

Odlicni su! Po meni, skolski primer Hard Rock zvuka. Lee je odlican vokalista! Perfektan glas, jedan od najboljih, po mom misljenju, u tom domenu muzike. Obrada pesme Hush je pun pogodak, totalno energicno odradjeno! Sto se tice albuma, Home Run je prvi koji sam cuo, te mi je iz tog razloga i omiljeni. Pesma Eagle je VRH!