The Joker

Ali,nazalost,u ovom univerzumu sudbina je dala 999.999 glasova...

Jedva cekam da gi vidim!!!

Purnjam Camel Naturals.Keva pljuge.poceo sam sa Lakijem(kao i 99% ljudi koje znam),presao na crveni Marlboro jedno godinu dana,pa je bio medjuperiod Camela i Winstona(iskljucivo crvenog),e onda sam se navukao na Walter Wolf i posle tri cetiri meseca shvatio da lagano umirem od svakodnevnog jutarnjeg ripanja i krkljanja (stastistike tih cigareta su 10,9.5,10) i evo me opet na Kamili....

Tjah,onda bas i nisi obrazovan u barkerstinama...ko ne procita books Of Blood nije ziveo

Svakako mnogo toga.Mnogo toga istog.S druge strane,vidim zasto gotivis te knjige,i tu imena,kao u tvom niku,imaju vise vokala u jednoj reci od oksfordskog engleskog(a oni su poznati po tome sto tamo gde ima jedan vokal nekako uspeju da smeste 4)

Ah,izjeli te mishi,gledao si ih live!LUCKY BASTAAAAARD!!!!

Kako volim tu recenicu,tako dobro me opisuje....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

Zaboga,Azaralena(u nick te ljubim,ne mogu da izgovorim,nekmoli da napisem!)!Gde moze biti bogatstva kad stalno vrrrrrtiiii jeeeednooo te iiiistoooo.....brrrrr....... I veseo mi pos'o spasioca sveta,kad mora da ugine na kraju.Jebes ti tu politiku,ja bi rek'o Moiraina,jebi se i ostavi me da u miru samog sebe raznesem slucajno,a nazdravlje ti tvoj svet...

Hmmm...pesma je jako jako lepa,emocionalno vrlo bogata,ali nekako deza vu...

Kako koja,kvalitet varira,ali sam bez svih mi se preeeeterano dopada.

Al se ovaj covek raspisao...dajte coveku neki SEDATIV,kako bi najzad SEO i SMIROSAO SE!

Fala,fala Hocete da vidite nesto istinski urnebesno? Evo vi,pa uzivajte... http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=-VBdAY8eA9w Immortal-Call Of The Wintermoon.Obratiti paznju na vesticiji semsir i nandzrasto postavljen plast http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=HpwNJGr8EM4&...feature=related Bend Turisas,battle folk metal bend inace jedno 567534 puta smesniji od Manowara,svira svoju obradu cuvenog hita Boney M-Rasputin

Isti slucaj sa mnom,zbog njih sam poceo da istrazujem serijske ubice.Toliko su melodicni,ali jebes i to,nego sto volim onaj njihov morbidni crni humor!

Prosto mi je neverovatno da jos niko nije otvorio temu o NAJBOLJEM i to UBEDLJIVO najboljem grindcore bendu IKADA!!! Ko god je fan ove grupe,poput mene,nek se oglasi

Ne shvatite me pogresno,MUZIKA CC je izvanredna...samo se ne lozim na krv & crevca trip....

HAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAA!!!!BRAVO,BRAVO!ENCORE!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!Kako te samo ne mrzi?!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Nadam se,u buducnosti.da...ali nikako clan SANU...kakvi sve ljudi tamo bivaju prihvaceni...no,to nije tema....

Ah,pa svakako,crevca na zaru i glava na trotoaru...what art....

Samo se vi zajebavajte,tako su govorili za mnoge avangardne pesnike koje danas slave kao umetnike Mater mu,pa ovo je rimovano....nisam teo,mame mi.....

Pa kanda me nisi ubio,al ajde...I keve ti Nevenke,na sta mislis kad kazes SANJAJUCI?Hoces da umres u u snu,da umres od SANJANJA,ili treba ja da sanjam kako te ubijam?Uzecu prvu opciju Vidi Vladu kako spokojno spava Joker se usunjao u njegove snove Zamanu sekirom,i odlete glava kraj je Vlade pa i pesme ove. Rascetvorite me kukama.

What he said Nisam tolkia stoka da spojlujem Nego je pisac uginuo.A sto se tice cetvrtog dela,procitao sam prvi deo cetvrtog dela i rekao-Mater mu,ZASTO je ova knjiga ISTA kao prethodne tri,a pritom DUPLO DUZA?! I batalio celu zajebanciju...

Naaaaajs.... Vecito se najezim kad prodjem bulevarom pored onog butika gde su u izlozima onim lutkama skinute face a ubaceni televizori....brrrr.....

Svo to nepotrebno nasilje u njihovim tekstovima me navodi na pomisao da imaju male tjune.Kad on peva Fucked With A Knife,on verovatno,sirotan,i nema cime drugim da to radi.... Jedna od najsmesnijih stvari su meni spotovi Immortal-a