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offthewall
МОМИЧЕ от Sofia, на 17г. регистрирана на 22.12.2006г.
последен вход: 09.10.2008 21:38ч. |
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Tell me why I had to be a powerslave?!
Ako съдбата е против мен, толкова по-зле за нея!
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Едничка дума... тя я не продума.
Едничък поглед... не погледна тя.
На бледни устни в сдържаната глума
той виде си решена участта.
Поклон безмълвен - и в ответ студен
смях. Кървав плач едва сдържан насила.
Великий боже, а до днешен ден
все мисълта за нея му е мила.
П. П. Славейков
When Im walking a dark road
I am a woman who walkes alone.
Normal enough to know that I'm weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!
We shall never surrender. Aces high.
Q: How does a Lead Guitarist change a lightbulb ?
A: He holds it and the world revolves around him.
And in a moment the memories are all that remain.
And all the wounds are reopening again.
• A man goes to a pacific island for vacation. As the boat nears, he notices the constant sound of drumming. As he gets off the boat, he asks a native how long the drumming will go on. The native casts about nervously and says "very bad when drumming stops."
Later that day, the drumming is still going and it is really starting to get to him. So, he asks another native when the drumming will stop. The native looks as if he's just been spooked. "Very bad when drumming stops," he says, and hurries off.
After a couple of days with little sleep, the man had had enough. He grabbed the first native he saw, slammed him up against a tree, and shouted, "What happens when the drumming stops?!"
The native replied, "Bass solo."
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A bout of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.
I never died before.
Can't live what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no.
Ride on!
Same old city, same old pain.
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say,
I'm blamed, I'm shamed,
I'm judged unfairly.
So now I've died before.
It feels as bad as yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
You too have died before.
It's more than less of yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.
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