URBAN D1SC1PL1N3

27.02.2007., utorak

Jezus God damn it! Samo da najavim; neda mi se nadalje pisati o pateticnom Germaniku. Grozno, razmisljala sam i shvatila nije mi vrijedno toliko pisati o njemu, polomiti cu si prste od ''velikog napora''. Cak niti o fosilima nazvanim diktatorima neke drzave, bilo bi suludo nabrajati sve careve prije i nakon nove ere, sto spada i njihova biografija, GROZNO! Sto se tice suvremene povijesti, filozofije, politike ili umjetnosti, mrzim. Po meni, sve bi to trebalo zapaliti. Bilo bi super. Jedna mala vatrica uz koju mogu grijati moje hladne rucice =))... Bolje da se bacim u filoloske vode, mada mi ne ide hrvatski jezik, koja ironija... he he... bas. Zapravo, jebes takav stav... za sada mi se mota kava i cigara oko glave poput onih malih zvijezdica sto ti se vrte kada te netko pukne palicom BOOOM po glavi, samo sto cigare imaju sada krilca kao na reklamama za redbull, nije ni cudo sto smo svi ovisnici. Vidi kako zuje BZZZZZ... Uglavnom, danasnja tema nema veze s icim, samo glupe besmislice i moje gubljenje vremena po kompu. Sayonara Btw. These are some pics from my crazy cat.

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• 	An epic world. A vital culture. Mystery across centuries. Whispering hymns. Drowning in beauty. A new solution.

  
  
  --D3AD & DR1PP1NG--
  
  Matriarchal piety disturbed at their
  Vespers.
  Sisterly society feels the stifling whispers...
  Anger of the dead-at-sea denied proper
  Interment,
  Dumped overboard summarily, washed down
  In a current.
  
  Sepulchral consideration...
  Wrathful omen...
  Dog removed from the casket,
  Dead and dripping.
  
  First stage of disintegration... Piecemeal
  Decomposition
  Of the indignant deceased, submerged for
  What reason?
  Parchedness of living throats and mouths
  Has cracked some tongues
  But attempts to slake their thirst (only)
  Leads to soaking lungs.
  
  Hearts are heavy, minds are numb, souls
  Oppressed...
  Supernatural siege upon the landlocked
  Dead.
  Baptism in netherfluids In their crypts,
  (but) Suffocating dryness in the catacombs.
  
  Mad at thirst, they dry
  To draw sustenance
  From a burial mound;
  Necrophagous fails,
  Aridity ends lives,
  More wet corpses found.
  
  Watery warfare, and in its mist,
  The forsaken
  Who cry for them, the bridges of
  The flaccid god.
  
  Intone a funeral rosary...
  Blessed morbid murmur
  To hopefully placate the dead and
  End the curse of moisture.
  
  
  
  ___________________
  ----------BLOGOVI----------
  
  DARK LAB3L
  
  N3DAm15e
  
  PAP3RCUT9
  
  TH1L1VR3N
  
  D3JA - BR3W
  
  TANJA - HASKY
  
  ANOnim/rex I
  
  ANOnim/rex II
  
  ___________________
  
  MY FAVOR1T3 BAND:
  
  
  GORATORY
  
  
  GORGASM
  
  
  GOR3ROTT3D
  
  
  ANTA3US
  
  
  SL33P T3RROR

B3Y0ND 4G1V3N355

• [Lyrics by Volker Frerich]
  
  Within the stench of the burning air
  Comes the conclusion of having gone too far
  Fading away is the concept of terror
  To withdraw from the human mind forever
  
  Beyond forgiveness - Reflecting distortion
  Absolute silence - No need for remorse
  Gathering darkness will shelter my soul
  Returning to origin - Man's own black hole
  
  Decades of errors were filled with selfish torment
  Decades of horror as the continents were burning
  Insanity is hidden under above's holy grace
  It forces the mighty for the weak ones to trace
  
  All laughter and sorrow is sure to be vanished
  Now there's space after everyone is punished
  In my consciousness deep feelings of shame
  Will I take them with me forever to remain?
  
  Beyond forgiveness - Twisting expulsion
  Absolute silence - Too late for remorse
  Gathering darkness is spreading out cold
  Returning to origin - Man's own black hole
  
  
  
  Recovery
  
  When I wake up, I want to see you
  I need to hear you
  I want to live your life
  In my day, I fail to see
  I fail to seek the one that gives life
  I've looked away from your grace
  You've been waiting at the gates
  I'm running, you're standing still
  It's been so long since I've been here
  It's time to come back again
  It's time to make a correction
  Slain to the past
  Resurrect me
  Undeserving
  You love me still
  Your love, I love
  I've run away a thousand times
  I've run away for the last time
  I'm alone with bleeding and broken hands
  It's been so long since I've seen your love
  I've looked away from your grace
  You've been waiting at the gates

POETRY

• 
  
  Benn Gottfried - The Cycle:
  
  The lone molar of a whore
  who had died unknown
  had a gold filling.
  As if by silent agreement
  the others had all fallen out.
  But this one the morgue attendant knocked out
  and pawned to go dancing.
  For, he said,
  Only earth should return to earth.
  
  
  
  Charles Baudelaire - Beauty:
  
  I am as lovely as a dream in a stone;
  My breast on which each finds his death in turn
  Inspires the poet with a love as lone
  As everlasting clay, and as taciturn.
  Swanwhite of heart, as sphinx no mortal knows.
  My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
  I hate all movement that disturbs my pose;
  I smile not ever, neither do I weep.
  
  Before my monumental attitudes,
  Taken from the proudest plastic arts,
  My poets prayin austere studious moods,
  
  For I, to fold enchantment roun their hearts,
  Have pools of light where beauty flames and,
  The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.
  
  
  
  John Dryden - Happy The Man:
  
  Happy the man, and happy he alone,
  He who can call today his own:
  He who, secure within, can say,
  Tomorrow do thy worst, for I haved lived today.
  Be fair or foul or rain or shine
  The joys I have possesed, in spite of fate, are mine.
  Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
  But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
  

URBAN DISCIPLINE

• Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
  I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime
  I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died
  And from those who have gone down in life that just never
  tried
  Life is just too short I realize that now
  I'm gonna get my shit together and try to make it some how
  Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once
  So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch
  
  Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool
  Type of education you can't get in school
  Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned
  Nobody to teach me, I just learned
  A man like clay molded by his surroundings
  He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding
  Assembly line that I've been through
  A hard motherfucker with a bad attidude
  Maybe its just the times we live in
  Maybe its just urban discipline
  
  The ways of urban life are not as they seem
  Standing up and fighting is what living here means
  In order to survive you've got to earn your respect
  The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret
  
  
  ----SICK OF IT ALL----
  THE FUTURE IS MINE
  
  If you want to save me leave me alone
  with your sick polluted soul
  if you want to save me leave me alone
  the future's mine
  it's such a waste of precious time, precious years
  precious feelings that are misdirected
  and should be disconnected
  it's such a shame to learn a lesson
  after giving of yourself in all so many ways
  to find it didn't pay
  if you want to save me leave me alone - now!
  don't want to compromise myself
  low self image hasn't got the best of confidence
  at least not yet it hasn't
  only the least affected can be the most respected
  just to escape is worth the temporary pain and hurt
  if you want to save me leave me alone
  i've had enough this time
  the future is mine
  my friends objectively
  told me again and again about the things that i refused to see
  
  
  
  
  Stare & Wonder
  
  Through this window, I see my vision is crystal clear
  It won't be long now
  Never tainted
  It won't be long now
  Always crystal
  The darkest night
  I used to feel alive
  Could we believe it?
  Could they believe it?
  I could feel the twisting in the wells of my inner self
  Could we believe it?
  Could they believe it?
  It won't be long now... Never tainted... Always crystal
  If seeing is believing, then this heart has never been beating
  You should have let me live at least for one more day
  Instead the silence takes me in vain
  Everything you choose to say
  Your piercing gaze
  It rips my soul away
  You should have let me live in vain
  Just stare and wonder when I'm gone
  Just stare and wonder why... You should have let me live