negative creep

Citala sam ja. Ima godinu dana, najmanje... A malopre sam zavrsila Godoa...

Ni ne planiram.

A ja prijemni... A ajde top 10 sta biste voleli da cujete! Moj izbor je: 01. Down in a hole 02. Would 03. Heaven beside you 04. Angry chair 05. Bleed the freak 06. We die young 07. Them bones 08. No excuses 09. Brother 10. Rooster

Procitala sam je do kraja....jeeeeedva. Btw, naravno da znam ko je Pontije Pilat.

Evo, upravo sam videla na sajtu Jerry-ja Cantrell-a: 6/8/2006 - Petofi Csarnock Open Air - Budapest, Hungary w/ Stone Sour & Bloodsimple

hvala!

Ne kazem da ima ista lose...svi hvale tu knjigu pa sam citajuci mislila da je bas nesto extra, ali...sta znam, prva glava - ok, druga - vraca se odjednom na Pontija Pilata, nit znam kako ni zasto; treca glava - machka ulazi u autobus...dalje da ne govorim. Ocigledno nisam shvatila tu "duboku poentu". Jbg.

Jbg, ne mogu da se menjaju potpisi (ne samo kod mene), ali cim admini budu sredili to, oformicemo klan!

Nema na cemu. Jedno je kad stvari sagledavas sa strane, a drugo kad si i sam bio u toj situaciji.

Mozda ne zeli da se bori... Elem, to je jako komplikovana tema i ne zelim da ulazim u to. U svakom slucaju, ako je to stanje Queen_of_the_ryche, razumem je u potpunosti.

Mrzim jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Zavrsila sam Dervis i smrt....mnoooogo mi se svidja! Oooo, da li je to na pomolu pomirenje izmedju Veronike i Blondie?!

E pa sad to zavisi od coveka...neko ce crno videti kao skup svih boja, a neko samo kao cisto crnu.

I meni pesma. @ Troglavi...hoce moci skorije?

Danas je svetski dan poezije... Elm - Sylvia Plath For Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing. Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, this big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenic. I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires. Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek. The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. I let her go. I let her go Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess and endow me. I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? - Its snaky acids hiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

Ne, ne, shakira i aguilera!

Na Art-u je upravo koncert EKV-a. Maaaaaaaagggggggggiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.......... dum dum

Aj kad smo vec kod njega... divni život u menažerijama puno je životinja citav život provode iza rešetaka zar mi nismo braca tih sirotih životinja nismo za žaljenje treba nas koreti dopustili smo da nas iznenade a šta smo ucinili mi deca stepeništa deca iz corsokaka svet nas je odbacio od sebe a život tresnuo u blato majka nam je beda a otac krcma izrasli smo po fiokama umesto u kolevci dopustili su da se otkotrljamo niz ulicne oluke nagi od najmladih naših dana parkirani smo po zatvorima spavamo po kavezima i vrtimo se u krug ne videci prirodu ne pevajuci pesme nismo za žaljenje mi smo za prekore dopustili smo da nas iznenade a šta smo ucinili mi deca stepeništa deca iz corsokaka svet nas je odbacio od sebe a život tresnuo u blato

Tebi je lako jer ces ih u najgorem slucaju uhvatiti negde blizu...npr. u Budimpesti, ali ako dodju ovde - ti i ja u prvi red!

Ima veceras na rts 2 od 00-01 snimak sa exita! Ako neko moze, neka snimi! Hitno mi je potrebno!

Prekjuce bilo: "Nije smesno, Vodni! ...Rodni"

Sto bi reklo da im je to cetvrti album, iako na netu u diskografiji ima 10-tak...

Kad izlazi novi album?

Mogli bi....jbg....peva Maynard.

Na dan moje smrti, kad bude nosen moj tabut, ne misli da cu osjecati bol za ovim svijetom. Ne placi i ne govori: steta, steta. Kada se mlijeko pokvari, veca je steta. Kad vidis da me poloze u grob, ja necu nestati. Zar mjesec i sunce nestanu kad zadju? Tebi se cini smrt, a to je radjanje. Grob ti se cini tamnica, a dusa je slobodna postala. Koje to zrno ne nikne kad se stavi u zemlju? Pa zasto da sumnjas u zrno covjekovo?

E AM, mogle bismo da razmenimo neke pesme jer sam odavno skinula dosta njenih... Ariel Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!--The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks---- Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows. Something else Hauls me through air---- Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel---- Dead hands, dead stringencies. And now I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas. The child's cry Melts in the wall. And I Am the arrow, The dew that flies, Suicidal, at one with the drive Into the red Eye, the cauldron of morning.