rüyada ak sakallı dede görmek kadar heybetli bir durumdur.
şirinler camiasının ufak hatunu örgülü şirin’in başrolde olduğu,kendisinin büyünce şirine’nin veliahtı olacak mı olmayacak mı sorularını barındıran ama cevap bulunamayan durumdur.
arda’nın zidane özentisi tavrı nedeniyle takımın 10 kişi oynadığı maç olmuştur.demekki neymiş; zidane çoluğa çocuğa kötü örnek oluyormuş...yazık oldu galatasaray’a.
"öyle diyorsan öyle olsun" tadında kalıplaşmış cümledir.
lanlı lunlu konuşmaktan haz etmeyen bu bünyeyi bile gaza getirmiş başlık.
e o kadar da canlı yayın konuğu tribine girmiştik...
(bkz: radyoya gelin lan)
e o kadar da canlı yayın konuğu tribine girmiştik...
(bkz: radyoya gelin lan)
paketi ve sigaraların biçimi parliament’e çok benzeyen sigara markası.
lafmacun.org’un ağır toplarının sel, yangın, hastalık, veba, taun, akdeniz anemisi, tsunami gibi doğal afetler nedeniyle gelemeyeceğini beyan etmesinin ardından en azından lafmacun.org için yalan olmuş zirvedir. 2-3 kişi de geliriz gelmesine ama yenilirsek "zaten az kişiydik" diye çamura yatar, yenersek de 6 ay dalga geçeriz dediler.o nedenle başka zaman,başka yerde diyoruz...
(bkz: yetkililere duyrulur)
(bkz: yetkililere duyrulur)
kesinlikle katılacağım zirvedir.
(bkz: spoiled theme)
(bkz: spoiled theme)
spoiled’in doğum gününe mahsuben hazırlanmış ışıl ışıl mükemmel theme’dir.böyle yanarlı dönerli,mis gibi.
ellere sağlık.
ellere sağlık.
bundan bilmemkaç yıl önce doğmuşsun prenses … bize de bu güzel günün dönümünde uzaklardan bir yerlerden dost selamı göndermek kalmış…
ne denir bilmiyorum…
o kadar sohbetin, şarkının, sofranın ardından…
ne denir bilmiyorum böyle güzel insanlar doğduğunda…
o güzel gözlerin daha nice yıllar görsün spoiled.
nice mutlu, nice güzel, nice sevgi dolu yıllar…
buradan oraya kocaman bir doğum günü kucağı yolluyorum sana… kocaman kocaman sarılıyorum.
seni seviyorum “sevgili arkadaşım”.
(bkz: doğum günün kutlu olsun)
ne denir bilmiyorum…
o kadar sohbetin, şarkının, sofranın ardından…
ne denir bilmiyorum böyle güzel insanlar doğduğunda…
o güzel gözlerin daha nice yıllar görsün spoiled.
nice mutlu, nice güzel, nice sevgi dolu yıllar…
buradan oraya kocaman bir doğum günü kucağı yolluyorum sana… kocaman kocaman sarılıyorum.
seni seviyorum “sevgili arkadaşım”.
(bkz: doğum günün kutlu olsun)
yaran sözlük kullanıcısı küfürüdür.
manic street preachers şarkısıdır.
"if hospitals cure
then prisons must bring their pain
don’t be ashamed to slaughter
the centre of humanity is cruelty
there is never redemption
any fool can regret yesterday
nail it to the house of lords
you will be buried in the same box as a killer,
as a killer, as a killer
a drained white body hangs from the gallows
is more righteous than hindley’s crotchet lectures
pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims
the weak die young
and right now we crouch to make them strong
kill yeltsin, who’s saying?
zhirinovsky, le pen,
hindley and brady, ireland, allit, sutcliffe,
dahmer, nielson, yoshinori ueda,
blanche and pickles, amin, milosovic
give them respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
execution needed
a bloody vessel for your peace
if man makes death then death makes man
tear the torso with horses and chains
killers view themselves like they view the world,
they pick at the holes
not punish less, rise the pain
sterilise rapists,
all i preach is extinction
kill yeltsin, who’s saying?
zhirinovsky, le pen,
hindley and brady, ireland, allit, sutcliffe,
dahmer, nielson, yoshinori ueda,
blanche and pickles, amin, manic street preachers
give them respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they d e s e r v e"
"if hospitals cure
then prisons must bring their pain
don’t be ashamed to slaughter
the centre of humanity is cruelty
there is never redemption
any fool can regret yesterday
nail it to the house of lords
you will be buried in the same box as a killer,
as a killer, as a killer
a drained white body hangs from the gallows
is more righteous than hindley’s crotchet lectures
pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims
the weak die young
and right now we crouch to make them strong
kill yeltsin, who’s saying?
zhirinovsky, le pen,
hindley and brady, ireland, allit, sutcliffe,
dahmer, nielson, yoshinori ueda,
blanche and pickles, amin, milosovic
give them respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
execution needed
a bloody vessel for your peace
if man makes death then death makes man
tear the torso with horses and chains
killers view themselves like they view the world,
they pick at the holes
not punish less, rise the pain
sterilise rapists,
all i preach is extinction
kill yeltsin, who’s saying?
zhirinovsky, le pen,
hindley and brady, ireland, allit, sutcliffe,
dahmer, nielson, yoshinori ueda,
blanche and pickles, amin, manic street preachers
give them respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
give them the respect they d e s e r v e"
exodus’un force of habit albumunde yer alan 11 dakikalik marquis de sade tribute’u.
let me paint you a portrait of a man
whose very name would define in times to come all things profane
born unto privilege child of aristocracy,
so tender the young mind, yet so unclean
his was a heart of darkness that beat within his chest
breasting life into the crimes he’d manifest
imp of the perverse on a bloody path he trods
scribe of the unthinkable the marquis de sade
outraging the laws of hate and narcissism
that to fight the incubation’s but in vain
nature inspires our tastes bizarre
she paints them only as they are
from the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
he wove his written word with threads of flesh throughout
he promised things so frightening they’ll turn you inside out
when terror’s grip has set your soul is set aflame
behold the architect of pain
unearthing fantasies too savage to reveal
twisting your world with visions centuries concealed
was he philosopher or was he just insane?
behold the architect of pain
each tale black as pitch dressed in the colors of hell
your dreams will fill with the sounding of the knell
feel the looming shadow of the hungry guillotine
and you’ll be blinded by the blade’s fatal gleam
outraging the laws of both nature and religion
subjugation in behalf or her domain
or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
that to fight the inclination’s but in vain
nature inspires our tastes bizarre
she paints them only as they are
from the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
nature cannot bind you, you only need to serve unto her
harming without stint or cease at the expense of whosoever may be
their pain becomes your paradise, your lust their demise
forced you to recognize
the beast within, he helped you to visualize
no desire to torment flesh and bone
the mind can cause far greater destruction alone
when the seed has taken root
it grows impure, your thoughts pollute
all things please nature, she has need of our misdeeds
we serve her as we sin
the bloodier our opus
the greater her domain and her esteem for us
outraging the laws of both nature and religion
subjugation in behalf or her domain
or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
that to fight the inclination’s but in vain
nature inspires our tastes bizarre
she paints them only as they are
from the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
let me paint you a portrait of a man
whose very name would define in times to come all things profane
born unto privilege child of aristocracy,
so tender the young mind, yet so unclean
his was a heart of darkness that beat within his chest
breasting life into the crimes he’d manifest
imp of the perverse on a bloody path he trods
scribe of the unthinkable the marquis de sade
outraging the laws of hate and narcissism
that to fight the incubation’s but in vain
nature inspires our tastes bizarre
she paints them only as they are
from the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
he wove his written word with threads of flesh throughout
he promised things so frightening they’ll turn you inside out
when terror’s grip has set your soul is set aflame
behold the architect of pain
unearthing fantasies too savage to reveal
twisting your world with visions centuries concealed
was he philosopher or was he just insane?
behold the architect of pain
each tale black as pitch dressed in the colors of hell
your dreams will fill with the sounding of the knell
feel the looming shadow of the hungry guillotine
and you’ll be blinded by the blade’s fatal gleam
outraging the laws of both nature and religion
subjugation in behalf or her domain
or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
that to fight the inclination’s but in vain
nature inspires our tastes bizarre
she paints them only as they are
from the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
nature cannot bind you, you only need to serve unto her
harming without stint or cease at the expense of whosoever may be
their pain becomes your paradise, your lust their demise
forced you to recognize
the beast within, he helped you to visualize
no desire to torment flesh and bone
the mind can cause far greater destruction alone
when the seed has taken root
it grows impure, your thoughts pollute
all things please nature, she has need of our misdeeds
we serve her as we sin
the bloodier our opus
the greater her domain and her esteem for us
outraging the laws of both nature and religion
subjugation in behalf or her domain
or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
that to fight the inclination’s but in vain
nature inspires our tastes bizarre
she paints them only as they are
from the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
(bkz: gereksiz insan)
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