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[21 Jan 2006|05:26pm] |
V is for how VERY awful he is!
O is for OBVIOUSLY regaining strength!
L is for LOUDLY spelling his name!
D is for DARK Lord of
E is for EVIL!
M is for MORIR which is what his MEXICAN victims do!
O is for OH how horrid he is!
R is for REALLY REALLY bad! And
T is for TRYING to figure out how to stop him without your silly interruptions!
And what do you get?
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[19 Jan 2006|09:12pm] |
Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
Sie atmet dich sie sucht nach dir
Nistet auf gebrochenen Herzen
Geht auf Jagd bei Kuss und Kerzen
Saugt sich fest an deinen Lippen
Gräbt sich Gänge durch die Rippen
Lässt sich fallen weich wie Schnee
Erst wird es heiß dann kalt am Ende tut es weh
Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
Sie beißt und kratzt und tritt nach mir
Hält mich mit tausend Armen fest
Zerrt mich in ihr Liebesnest
Frißt mich auf mit Haut und Haar
und würgt mich wieder aus nach Tag und Jahr
Läßt sich fallen weich wie Schnee
Erst wird es heiß dann kalt am Ende tut es weh
Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
In die Falle gehst du ihr
In die Augen starrt sie dir
Verzaubert wenn ihr Blick dich trifft
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| DENN DU BIST WAS DU ISST |
[13 Jan 2006|09:46pm] |
„Suche gut gebauten achtzehn zu dreizig jährigen zum Schlachten“
Der Metzgermeister
Etwas Kultur muss sein :P
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| Nun liebe Kinder, gebt fein acht |
[08 Jan 2006|02:21pm] |
Now. I have a cautionary tale for all of you, which can be applied to your everyday life. This may very well happen to you one day.
(This is a true story, you know)
Well. I was, for you people, in 7th grade, I think. Thirteen, anyhow. I lost my crucifix in school. To say I was attached to it was an understatement. It was with me everywhere I went; in school, when I bathed, when I slept.
Anyhow. One day in school a prefect asked me to remove it from around my neck, because apparently, the unreasonable administration does not allow us to wear anything around our necks. Scowling, left with no choice - I removed it, and I kept it in my pencilbox.
Perhaps the fault lies with me. I left it there, went for break, came back, and it was gone. Gone.
It wasn't just any trinket, mind you. It had sentimental value; a lot of it. And mind you, I'm not that much of a sentimental person, so this meant a lot to me. And it was gone. I don't think it ran off on its own.
So then leaves the only logical choice. Somebody must have taken it. I swore I'd kill that person if I ever found her. It meant that much.
I never heard of it from then. I checked the school's General Office, even though I knew they were inefficient. No news.
( Until a few months ago. )
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[06 Jan 2006|07:37pm] |
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FINALLY. The first week of school is over! I'm fucking worn out, don't ask me why, but if I still had my long nails I'd be trying to ill somebody with my bare hands right now. Stress. Damn.
At least I get to fking go out tomorrow and take out all my stress on Wormtail [big grin], I have a lot of things to buy... I can't use the computer, not supposed to be here now even, so I haven't read anyone's Ljs in ages...
...and I have been slacking on my German BIG TIME. Time for me to get back on track!
(the short[er] hair, I'm getting quite used to....lol)
later, y'all
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[02 Jan 2006|10:26pm] |
Back to school tomorrow. [sigh]
You all know what'll be going through my head when those teachers ask "So, what did you do during the holidays?"
"Let's see. I spat the holy communion wine of a priest, I burnt various objects including a cat, and I derived pleasure in beating somebody with a metal ruler until it bent. Does that count as spending the holidays wisely miss?"
Oh you know I'll be in class thinking of ways to "bestrafe" somebody.
[grinning wide as fuck]
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| This reminds me a lot of my niece and I. (excerpt from The Lion King) |
[01 Jan 2006|06:11pm] |
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Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar! Guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games...
Simba: I'm gonna be king of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all! Heh heh.
Scar: Yes, well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know?
[He falls to the ground with a "thump". Simba goes over and leans on his shoulder.]
Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar? When I'm king, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Simba: (tumbles off of Scar) Ha ha! You're so weird.
Scar: You have no idea.
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[01 Jan 2006|12:00am] |
Katharos Blutrache
Cathar Rhythm: On my signal, unleash Hell.
[Few more minutes.]
[One moment longer.]
[NOW!]
/Cathar Rhythm Blood Revenge Sequence Initiated./
(00:00:41:23 later)
(pushes hair out of eyes, grin)
Happy New Year Motherfuckers.
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[29 Dec 2005|04:42pm] |
Okay.
I finally cut my hair.
Not just trim, as in, cut.
It's now really REALLY short.
And also 2 and a half inches shorter than I wanted.
Oh well, it grows back really fast, so I'm not too annoyed.
I look even older know, and not like I have enough people saying I look 19.
My mother says this is much much better because now I don't look like Ozzy Osbourne.
Great.
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| I usually don't do this shit, but I don't want to be a prick - |
[28 Dec 2005|02:34pm] |
Post 5 weird and random facts about yourself and list down 5 victims at the end of your list who has to play this game.
Five weird and random facts:
1. I doubt most of you know this, since I don't mention him, but I have a stuffed frog called waazi, and he is my constant companion. (I really don't think people my age should have toy)
2. I like lying. It depends on the situation though. I used to be really good at it but I don't know about now. (I hope I haven't lost it)
3. I think I am the only one who thinks it is scary that Wormtail is now reading 120 Days of Sodom. (Imagine. Her mind updating itself with new perversions. BRR)
4. I will attempt to use my Misfits bag as my school bag even though it was a grim reaper on the front, and if I get sent to counselling, I will kindly tell them to fuck off and get off my back.
5. I don't really listen to black metal. (I can't hear the words. Really.)
I didn't put down shit like "I am completely insane" and "My whole wardrobe consists of nothing other than black" because that's just too obvious.
Not tagging anyone, I'm lazy. x-x
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[22 Dec 2005|03:22am] |
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Father please forgive me for I know not what I do;
I just never had a chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
This evil seed and do these evil deeds
Can this get any worse?
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[20 Dec 2005|07:13pm] |
Bewahret einander vor Herzeleid;
denn kurz ist die Zeit die ihr beisammen seid.
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| Jester. |
[20 Dec 2005|12:18am] |
Two words.
You're fired.
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| was sie will bekommt sie auch |
[19 Dec 2005|09:55pm] |
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I was rocking the fuck out the the Disasterpeices DVD today, with maximum volume (60, normal is 15 or so). halfway through the Joey Drum Solo the doorbell rang and I only *barely* heard it.
When I opened the door, it was my neighbour with a weird look on her face. And do you know what she said?
"Can you turn down the volume? My kids are scared."
HAHAHAHA.
After that I had the Rammstein Live Aus Berlin DVD on too. Now I'm practically deaf.
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| Somebody shoot me please. |
[11 Dec 2005|10:14pm] |
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I'll let you keep the gun
This is the end of everything. [weep] The posers have taken over and they're wiping us out
this is SACRILEGE
Are we the only motherfuckers with brains around here? These people swayed so easily. It makes me sick. I think I know the meaning of "You can't see California without Marlon Brandon's eyes".
No, seriously. And what is so fuckin coincidental is that I was JUST talking about it this morning.
No, no no, no. No. [shakes head violently] I don't want this.
Somebody shoot me please, I'll let you keep the gun
Once wounded, twice dead
Once it hits, it'll hit again;
Claw at my throat, it'll fuck you up.
It's on purpose but too many times
one, two, three, four
you should have stopped when the going got good
One thing you need to learn is
once I back off, if you attack from behind
the scarabs'll swarm from the sidelines
They will consume you upon command and
you. are. going. down.
What else will we do, but stand and watch? Have a little laugh, we'll sit back on the worn out couches. Hopefully Nemesis might get us some alco hol. At least even if I get fuckin wasted I'll have em to fall back on.
Yeah. You bet your ass on it. This is the end of everything, but after that's the new beginning.
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[11 Dec 2005|12:38am] |
Ain't it foggy outside? All the planes have been grounded. Ain’t the fire inside? Let’s all go stand around it.
Funny, I’ve been there, and you’ve been here... we ain’t had no time to drink that beer.
Cause I understand you’ve been running from the man that goes by the name of the Sandman... He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye of a hurricane that’s abandoned.
Ain’t the years gone by fast? I suppose you have missed them... Oh, I almost forgot to ask, did you hear of my enlistment?
Funny, I’ve been there, and you’ve been here...
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