| pajukušajai svētdienai par godu |
[Dec. 27th, 2009|12:26 pm] |
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| | Morrissey - Every day is like sunday | ] |
"Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb"
starp citu, esmu pamanījis, ka mēģināt gulēt kaut kur ārpus savas guļvietas parasti nav labi. piemēram, vakar aizgāju ciemos pie Kurmja un Seskusa, ar kuriem sākās sarunas par to, ka viss ir tikai sapnis un vīzija, es gan jutos nedaudz lieks, jo, protams, biju vienīgais kurš nedaudz ticēja arī materiālajai pasaulei un tās kontinuitātei. bet mana kļūda bija pēc "nine lives of thomas katz" justies pārāk nogurušam un paprasīt atļauju gulēt tur, jo pamodos ap pieciem no rīta (pēc divu stundu gulēšanas), drebot no fucking aukstuma, un aizskrēju uz A. ielu.
tagad jādodas sargāt tēvu no urlām Maskačkā un pabildēt ziemu ar kādu vērā ņemamāku fotoaparātu, nekā ar to, ar kuru izklaidējos pēdējā laikā. halyo ho ala kūlio! |
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| atceres |
[Dec. 27th, 2009|12:35 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Morrissey - Suedehead | ] |
nupat tikai atcerējos, ka Moriseja koncerts, kurš bija undoubtly no maniem bestest koncertiem everest, arī notika svētdienā, un pirms every day is like sunday, tas, protams, tika akcentēts. vēl pie ieejas tika izdalīti bukletiņi par dzīvnieku tiesībām, "meat is murder", un koncerta laikā viņš ņirgājās par Maiklu Džeksonu. |
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| dante |
[Dec. 27th, 2009|01:28 pm] |
Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis
You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test |
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