KAda me vec natijerase da napisem novi post iako sam reko da neam doma net pa sam izdvojio deset minuta da nadem inspiraciju pa da kazem malo kako mi je zivim sam i nerviram se sto nemam net (normalno) nije sve bajno ali ide odkako sam zabrijo na Larp samo to imam na umu dobro i par drugih stvari.ostalo ide sve laganini po starom.i ne se ljutiti sto ne pustam komentare ali sve vas prodem i uzivajte

Napokon cura visa od mene

Snajp i Teica (moja djeca ,brat i sestra)

Jedna od mojih ljubavi

Foto session : "ne slikaj me dok sam nadrkan"
jutarnja pojava
nadrkani stef pred izlazak
na nekog me podsjeca...
napravio pramen
Evo kako pocinje i zavrsava jedan izlazak:Bio ja vani i trebo se kao zabaviti KURCINU!!! Javljaju meni da ce biti frka ja luuuuuud.ajde prvi bas i idemo u jusice... OPET KURCINA!!!PRVI BAS IDE U OPATIJU!!!
Dobro idem ja onda u opatiju pa trk do gore ovi se vec poceli cipelariti gore kada meni na putu naidu neki kreteni i pitaju me odakle sam... kazem Matulji i oni mene iscipelare... I SADA SE ONI DURE NA MENE STO SAM SUTIO I NISAM IH ZVAO DOK SE TO DOGADALO A ONI SE FAJTALI TAMO U JUSICIMA!!
Ne kuzim logiku ali ajde

Zahvaljujem svima koji su prolazili do mog bloga iako me nije bilo pun kurac.Ja se preselio u vlastiti stan pa nemam net...
Posebno:
-Shagratovoj kuji
-DISTURB3D
-Brutal perversion
-goddess of soddomy
-Metal freakusha

To je nesto na sta sam se danima paro od smijeha

evo nesto i za teu


ovo je nesto za Snajpera

i jos malo za sve ostale kojih se (ne)mogu sijetiti

u proslom zivotu sam bio ludo alkemicar,zivio sam u novoj gvineji i umro od necega sta se zove typhoid fever,cijena na moju glavu je 1,011,500 volim piti fine stvari,tipoo keglevichka sanse da odem u pakao su 14 posto i postati cu zvijezdakoju ce ubiti stalker,iskren sam do bola ali nekad izmjenjujem istinu(??? ti mi nije jasno ali ajde),moja dusa je miirotvorac,moje ime u rijecniku zenskih djelova tijela je delta venus,
imati cu tri prave ljubavi (dve sam ispucao) pet puta cu imati slomljeno srce (dvaput vec dogodilo),lik simpsona koji mi je najslicniji-Barney,ljudi ce me pamtiti po pjevackom glasu i legendarnom podrigivanju,kvocijent bijesa mi je 70%i ljudi oko mene ne zele biti u bllizini kada puknem,ali sam dobar prijatelj 100% sam cinican i u spojevima sam musko (to nisam shvatio ali opet,ajde)

Bio ja juce doma morao štemati prokletu kucu koja se renovira i probudili me ljudi u podne po koji kurac??? ali dobro zaradio sam besplatno pivo i kutiju cigaretitako treba reko ja. Zavrsio ja stemati i ide ja polako prema Matuljima da malo popijem kavicu i nadem se sa drustvom kada ono vidim ja neku poznatu njuskumislim ja pa nemoze to biti on a ono prc pa je.Pred kucom nisam nasao nikog drugog neg Dinota.derali smo se jedno sat vremena ovako otprilike:
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!DINO!!!!-cujes mene
-AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!STEF!!!-nastavi on
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!NEMOGU VJEROVATI!!!
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!KAKO SI SE PROMIJENIO!!!!!!!!!-
-JEBAT CU VAM MATER HULIGANSKU ZACEPITE NISTE U PUSTINJI!!!-javi se neki susjed pa smo morali skulirati
Isli mi do mene I raspricali smo se pun kurac.kada on iz torbe frajer izvuce bocu Keglevichke. bio sam happy ko dijete na bozic e to je poklon za drago mi je sto se vidimo.popili mi pol i isli mi u matulje na bas za kastav ono tamo udemo i kafic sjedemo popit koju cugu kada dolaze svi redom,Ivo,ivana,ana,karmen i jos pun kurac njih,pili smo izvodili gluposti,ja nisam znao stat ispitivati a onda smo se mi decki mogli smijati jednoj curi koliko je plava.Pobrala je flomasterom po faci pa je bila doslovno plava,a onda naisla moja bivsa i njen sadasnji.Stane se ˝frajer˝ sirit cim me vidio a ja kao neam pametnijeg posla neg njega pratiti i lijepo izademo van a on za nama mi unutra on sa svojima opet unutra dobro stanemo mi sa strane i brinemo svoja posla kada ono cujemo kako nesto dobacuju neke gluposti .ulazi unutra neki tip i samo sleda cujem
-Stef!?-ja se okrenem ono Sinisa ovdje dosao raditi kao izbacivac
ja ga odmah pita o jel moze malo usrati ove kretene ovaj je reko moze.imali smo svoj blazeni mir do kraja veceri.
uglavnom jedan slucajni izlazak zavrsio savrseno

1. Don't be gay.
2. Be "true".
3. All people who aren’t "true" are gay.
4. Be grim.
5. Be necro.
6. Be simultaneously grim and necro if at all possible.
7. Break things while being grim and necro.
8. Don't have fun at concerts. Stand around with arms crossed.
9. Repeat all above while denouncing organized religion in any form.
10. Never ever, EVER under ANY circumstances...
11. ...Listen to Peccatum.
12. When someone asks you if you enjoy the music of Mayhem, point out that you only enjoy the music of "the true" Mayhem. Maniac is gay.
13. Don't play with fuzzy things, excepting that by "play" you mean "burn".
14. Don't be Dani Filth.
15. Never, ever, under any circumstances utter the phrase "Kenny G slams, man."
16. Don't be Dani Filth.
17. When your mom tells you to take out the garbage tell her that you're too metal to remove refuse.
18. Run for it!
19. Sodomize a virgin whore.
20. Sodomize anything that is not male. (Fuzzy things look out!)
21. Make sure your album goes out of print about 3 years after its release... so it becomes 'cult'.
22. When in doubt, say "True Norwiegian Black Metal!"
23. If that doesn't work, blast beats can fill any silence.
24. Turn any cross you find upside-down.
25. Nipple twisting is not a blackmetal activity..
26. Write a cult, underground, grim and necro zine. Feature only interviews with bands no one has heard of, even "true" blackmetallers.
27. Never ever, EVER, EVER be open-minded.
28. Never write songs less than 15 minutes long and containing less than 15 adjectives in the title.
29. a) paint face. b) go in woods. c) act like troll.
30. Don't be Mortiis (or Dani Filth).
31. Don't wear white shoes after Labor Day.
32. Don't make jokes only your mom would get.
33. Don't make jokes.
34. When in doubt, scowl with eyes downturned.
35. Don't eat Marshmellow Peeps.
36. To producers of black metal albums: remember...no low end! If it doesn't hurt to listen to, it can't be "true".
37. Make sure that no less than half of the musicians on your album are "session" members.
38. When in concert, always growl names of songs so that they are imperceptible. This will ensure that anyone who doesn't have your "cult" LP won't get it.
39. Never play live.
40. When getting ready to go to a show, completely forget that the other people there are not going to the show to look at you.
41. Use barbed wire whenever possible. (Note: this assists in being both "necro" and "grim".)
42. When asked by a non true BMer what BM is, say something like, "BM is the raw essence of pure black evil in man", in any case, make sure that by the conversations end, the other person still has no idea what black metal is.
43. Drive one of your band members to suicide, and claim he died because of the "mainstream" "infecting" the "scene".
44. Reform with "old members" and release an album intended to produce commercial success.
45. When it flops say that you meant it to fail cause anything less wouldn't be "true".
46. Have a side project. Ensure that all other members of your band also have side projects.
47. Fill out the other slots in your other member's side projects as "session" musicians.
48. Record everything in the same studio with the same producer / instruments / equipment / etc.
49. Make sure your album cover never consists of more than three colors (color options allowed: grey, black, white).
50. Publicly state that your band is "non-religious", then use the word "Satan" over 400 times on your one-song thirty-minute album.
51. Never stuff your shoes to make them appear puffy and avoid the wearing of backwards baseball caps if at all possible. Red ones in particular.
52. Insist that music should never progress and that it should still sound the same way it did 9 friggin years ago.
53. Never say "friggin".
54. Never finish anything you start.
55. The word "Hail" is the only appropriate greeting whenever greeting someone "true".
56. If feeling especially true on a given occasion, try "Infernal Hails".
57. All logos must include illegible writing and at least one inverted cross and/or pentagram. This is non-negotiable.
58. When referring to sex with a Metal Chick use only the terminology "sticking my clouded frost-spire into her gates of attrition".
59. Design complex logo for your grim black metal band on binder paper in the middle of math class.
60. Accept every interview you're offered...then pretend that you really don't enjoy being interviewed.
61. Thoroughly enjoy Star Trek: The Next Generation.
62. Wait... scratch that last one. (See rule 1)
63. Never divulge to any outsiders the Exact Day of the Divine Arrival of the Massive Hoof. Instead, inform them that they should be ready to suck the Dark Lord's greasy @#%$ at any time.
64. Use the phrase "suck the dark lord's greasy @#%$" whenever possible.
65. If you ever find that you have somehow become a member of Hecate Enthroned, be sure to piece together a music video of scrap footage of yourself walking around in the woods at night looking evil. Only, instead of being night make sure it's the middle of the @#%$ day, and instead of looking evil, look dorky instead. (See also: rule 1)
66. (666, rather) Own hundreds of black metal albums, demos and bootlegs. Listen to approximately 8 of them regularly.
67. Humping a ceramic Virgin Mary in front of your uncle's house is not "pimping it" (unless you tell her you're done then blow in her face like a shotgun when she turns around).
68. Refrain from using keyboard smilies when communicating via the Internet. Single acceptable smily: -(
69. Why isn't the word "Northern" in your album title yet!? Get to it! Amatuers...
70. Spelling things correctly is neither grim nor necro.
71. Norsk Arysk Blak Metal! Rahhh!!
72. No matter where you're from, pretend you're from Norway and therefore 'true'.
73. Don't be Dani Filth. (I think that's clear)
74. All pets you own now will henceforth be known as "Crucifier". Any pets you own in the future will also be known as "Crucifier".
75. True black metaller: "Many of our dark hymns are influenced by the mighty Tolkien... You have not read the works of Tolkien!? Nerd. Wait a minute... It appears I am the nerdy one after all!"
76. @#%$, I'm talking to myself again.
77. Norsk Arysk Blak Metal! Rahhh!!
78. That's better, on with the interview!
79. Whenever you want to set a plot for something grim, let it be Transsylvania.
80. Create inverted crosses in all possible instances. Sested tools: Drum sticks, twigs, pool cues, pencils, etc. (See also "clouded frost spire")
81. Profess publicly that you are a Satanist and add that you are in touch with Norway's ancient Pagan past. Pretend that somehow those two facts make sense in conjunction.
82. Stick your dick in the mashed potatoes.
83. Don't make Beastie Boys references.
84. Don't make references.
85. Satanus. Huh huh huhuhuhuh.
86. Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh.
87. If possible, design the title of your album so that it consists of three completely unrelated words. Dimmu Borgir are the master of this (i.e. Enthrone Darkness Triumphant, Spiritual Black Dimensions, Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia, Godless Savage Garden) but you may also want to refer to Immortal's "Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism".
88. As we all know, women have no place in the homoerotic world of black metal, but if your girl friend still won't stop bing you about wanting to be involved in your band, give her a lame spoken word part or something.
89. Never form a band containing you, your wife and/or girlfriend, and some gay looking guy. (See also: rule 11)
90. Go to bed when your mom tells you to.
91. If it's rare, it must be good. Order it immediately.
92. I will not add that as it is not metal enough.
93. Are you metal enough to be reading this?
94. Own every Darkthrone release. Listen to exactly none of them.
95. Own cult-as-@#%$ shirts of bands you not only own no releases of, but also haven't even heard.
96. Use the phrase "cult-as-@#%$" whenever possible.
97. Attempt to randomly throw the word "@#%$" during random segments of your songs. (Kindly refer to Attilla's work on De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas.)
98. In order to make your recording more incomprehensible and therefore more "cult", be sure to either select a singer who has only a tenuous grasp on the language to be sung. (Acceptable languages: Norwegian, Latin, Orcish.)
99. I'll tell you what your album lay out needs...Some titties.
100. And you know what else? How long since you acted like a troll? Pick up that makeup and fight, soldier!
101. You mean to tell me you read this whole thing when you could've have been prancing about in the forest with an axe? For shame! For shaaaaame!!

Odajem pocast jednoj od najboljih pjesama koje sam ikada cuo
Die toten hosen su je napravili i normalno da je dobra zove se pushed again pa ju vi poslusajte

Evo opet me nije bilo jaaaaako dugo i neznam sto da napisem.Mogao bi pisati svasta kako zivot ne valja ,kako valja i similar crap ali mi se to cini malo puno glupo pa sam odustao od te ideje i I DOBIO SAM MODEM WEEEEEEEEEE! moram vas svih upozoriti da cu promijeniti dizajn pa se vi zivcirajte ili veselite kako kome na dusu i vi dio sam da nitko ne komentira da li zeli u linkove da li je jer ne zelite ili koji vrag neznam pa vi sami odlucite ali imao sam inspiration (once again) pa ako vam nisu pripizdile moje pjesmice uzivajte (odnosno patite)

The mind is blank
it's dark in here
The body is numb
so dark,can't see anything

The place is little
wooden
The body barely fits in
so cold

It's being carried
a box,maybe
Four pairs of legs walk on the sand
one of them is smaller

There starts the feeling
of being put down
Then,of being lower than the ground
Short hits of dirt can be heard

The air gets tense
Then it hits,
It is not a box
why the mind is blank
why the body is numb
why it is wooden
All theese questions have one answer
people do not want to rest in it
they want to stay awake rather
cause in here is where people rest forever

All that gives the answer
a coffin

Evo ljudi da vam svima zahvalim na vijernosti mome blogu stavio sam par pijesmica vi uzivaje i jos jedna svar svima vam je poznato da obnavljam blog i htio bi da mi svi koji zelite u linkove posaljete u komenatrima svoje adarese bit cu sretan da ih objavim i jos jedna stvar stavio sam jedan link o jednom svom dijelu (prerada pete knjige Harry potera i trebaju mi kritike i misljenja ako mi je ispalo ajde potreudite se za mene i procitajte nema previse)
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Hello ljudi nije me bilo i predugo pa sam odlucio malo renovirati moj blog meni je vise dosadio u svojoj jednolicnosti.
Ali prije nego sto nastavim da malo informiram vas covce da se ovaj papan seli tako da mozda vise necete nailaziti na ovakve gluposti.Posto sam obecao da cu napraviti nesto posebno sa ovim postom odlucio sam ga malo posvetiti onome
o cemu je rijec u mom blogu tj. metalu.
Evo sada cu vas malo podsijetiti sto se dogodilo pred neko vrijeme kada sam bio na festi u rukavcu:
Bio taj jedan tip koji je volio srati o tome sto su komercijale ajde ljudi malo razmislite: sto je komercijala?
Istini za volju ja ne znam,ali sam izgubio i onaj zadnji zivac sa tim tipom pa sam mu odbrusio
˝cuj ti sta je komercijala?jel znas ja ne znam pa mi obijasni˝on je sutio˝kako mozes za bilo sta rec da je komercijala kada nema benda koji nije komercijalan,nijedan ne radi za badave svima im je svrha zarada stoga F.O.˝
to je moje misljenje a sada ja neznam.
mozda bih mogao i potaknuti one koji nisu gledali film-"Queen of the damned" odnosno "kraljica prokletih" da pogledaju taj film i one najupornije da nabave soundtrack jer taj film spaja sve najbolje metal bendove za koje znam pa recite ako vam je i to komercijala jer pjesme koje sam cuo su fenomenalne ili jos bolje tu su vam pjesme pa recite jel valja
(a oni najfanaticniji neka se zgrazaju kako se njihovi najbendovi sklapaju u pjesme sa drugima).
(jebiga nisam nasao jos uvijek nije moj komp pa jebte se)
Eto ako je zgrazanje gotovo mozemo mi i malo dalje ima mac bendova za koje mi nismo vecina ni culi bio sam stavio malo poprilicno sazeti opis tih bendova pa cu i to popraviti u boxevima i malo prosiriti izbor pjesama koje mozete poslusati da se rasiri i kod nas ta vrsta muzike i kako.
E sada kada smo vec kod Kraljice prokletih koja je prica o vampiru Lestatu prvom koji se ne skriva, ima i igra koja predstavlja svijet vampira kako bi zbilja mogao postojati i objasnjava zasto mi to sve ne znamo.
Kada smo vec kod vampirizma malo cu objasniti kako je doslo do prica o njima (za one koje ne znaju) prica se odvija u Transilvaniji gdje je "prvi vampir" grof Drakula zivio.Covijek je bio krvolocan tiranin i uzase koje je radio u svom dvorcu
mozete procitati u knjizi "Drakula" koju vam preporucam,zahvaljujuci njegovim krvolocnim tiranijama mjestani su ga proglasili vampirom i ima dokazani slucaj u Rumunjskoj gdje je u rusevinama jedne crkve nakon tjedan dana izvuceno dijete koje je prezivjelo samo zahvaljujuci tome sto se hranio krvlju svoje mrtve obitelji.Psihijatri su ga proglasili prvim slucajem mentalne "poremecenosti" nazvane upravo vampirizam.Nemojte se uvrijediti sta sada sam presao malo na tu temu ali ima mularije koja se na to fura a nema blage o cemu je rijec.
Cradle of filth je jedan od bendova koji je smatran "olicenjem" vampirizma kao i razni drugi.
Dobra vecina metalaca i darkera pocela je slusati metal upravo preko Iron maidena ili bendova poput black sabbath
u kojem je pjevao Ozzy Osbourne.Uglavnom sada sam vec skrenuo sa teme pa prestajem prije nego krenem na nesto drugo evo vam i par spotova i uzivajte.

I listen the wind blowing,alone
I watch how the leaves dance towards the floor,alone

Again I choose to give my heart away
Why?
I knew I would end with a shatered heart
I knew it in my head

And yet I choose what my heart said to me

Is it in our nature to choose the way
that fills with pain our day

NO MORE,NEVER AGAIN!
Is what i say,what I swear

I will live my life as I should had till now
With the music loud
higher than a cloud
With no love
no,not anymore...
With kisess
only for lust,in pieces
With no remorse
for not letting no one close

The soul I had I crushed
The heart I cherished I burned
The love I once felt I smashed

Twice has my heart been broken
NO MORE,NEVER AGAIN!
Is what i say,what I swear

Jebem ti spori komp!!!

Ne diraj me!Uredujem blog! (da ne bude kasnije iznenadenja:ja grizem)

Death awaits you

To fight,to strle,to fail

I had two friends
two companions

one friendship was for life
one,was not meant to be

This age is when friendships fall apart
And yet,something in me said ,no

So I fought,with all my strenght
So I strled,till the last drop of my energy
And I fought again
till the last glimpse of my sanity
all that just to fail

I fought,against god
I strled,against fate
I failed,the bounds broke
and all that i vain

Now,I see,god cannot be beaten
fate cannot be evaded
I have failed
I have sinned

God had the last laugh
fate had its satisfying victory

I will cry forever
I will pay forever
loosing my friends
shatered my soul
crushing my heart
leaving two sparkles
one I gave to my angel

The angel is the last one
I trusted
The angel is the last one
I loved

Never again,will I love truly
Never again,will I trust honestly
Never again,will I show my frailty

The last tear I have shed,
The last smile I have shown
I am going back to the safety
I am going back to close myself

For the last time I have risked
For the last time I was hurt

When light shines upon thee
Who rides the clouds,I care
But all that beaty matters for me not
for my soul sees
only what it feels

It is thy message that tells me the truth
That I am not meant to be
that I am not meant to feel
What tears me apart
From my friend,from the start

Oh,divine one I say my last words
For my wishes are with the clashing swords
Oh,divine one grant me something,grant me
The highest of gods waits for me,grant me

Oh you highest of gods
Death is thy name
Please take me away

Valentine it is,I dont care
A burden i can?t stand i bear

Love,I can never feel
My heart is as if you would it peel
St.Valentines says this is the day for the ones i ove
You should throw me from the throne

cause here I do not belong

I don't feel any love
I don't feel any pain
And that I cannot sustain
My heart is cold

What do I feel,with my heart of steel

I just want to cut my veins
and a line
And,please,let it be my bloody valentine

I walk down the street,
alone
I wait for the moon to show,
alone

I don't expect for these words to be accpeted
to be believed
But,believe it or not,they are true

A thousand tears i shed
all in vain
How come that it's at easiest to break a heart
I knew I was entering in a risk
by falling in love with you

Doesnt matter if I live a happy life
it'll be empty
cause whateaver happens
I will always love you
as i did till now so i will forever

For every time i see the moon
For every time i see a smile
For every time i walk down a road
For every time i close my eyes

I will remember of you

Even when you said that,
when i'm most hurt
when i'm most lonley
you will be there

But look at it now
and tell me
could you remind of your exsistance,such an angel
I cannot

Your wish is that I withdraw
Your wish is that I walk away

I will do so
because i love you so much
I would do anything for you
I couldn't do anything against you

I love you,remember that,
believe it,or not

death is thy name
highest of gods
hidden is thy face
under thy cape

oh thee,god of death,
who means the end of life
oh thee,highest of gods
who makes our mortal lifes so precious
oh thee.
thy name makes the bravest to tremble
and yet. thy name makes us live life to the fullest

useless are my words
senseless are my verses
lifeless is my soul
warmthless are my eyes

ashamed am i living
trying to hoding
looking for the darkest of capes
anserenity of thy schyte

someone once said,god give him peace,
some deaths leave despair behind,
some deaths leave questions of all kind

i say ,some,leave both

my friend told me my voice is cold,
another,my eyes are dead,
both of them are right i am sure
cause for my pain there is no cure

every day seems as a dream
and i hope this dream
will end as any scream

there is so much i missed to tell you
there os so much i missed to make you angry about
you left me behind,and no tear i share could be ever on my shame
for all the thousands i allready shed
there are another thousand that i am proud to share

for all i did forgive me
for all i'll do bless me

i'll look up to you forever
i'll search for you in the clouds
and i will always say with my head up
yes i am her son

just tell me how
how can you look at me
with the same beautifull face
how can you make my honest feelings
something i am about to regret

i cherish the memory of one friend
i hold dear the memories
and guard what i have left

today another piece of my heart died
for another time you have lied to me

tell me why cant i meet the old one you have been
and tear her out of you to have a friend
i once was ready to sacrifice my soul to grant her protection

but now all that has left for her is no love
no compassion nor even hate
just loyalty i am not able to break to anyone
i held dear

(za prijateljicu koju sam imao,koju sam izgubio,za cijim prijateljstvom ce uvijek
biti sto suza premalo, koja ce uvijek biti lijepo sjecanje unatoc svemu˝ill be near,ill be here
just please come back to me˝)