Thursday, April 15, 2010

Which South Park character are you?

You Scored as Eric Cartman

'AY! You're Cartman! Looks like you're the fat one of the bunch. You are controlling, mean, and extremely racist. You always have a smart-ass comment to everything and you want your way all the time. But you enjoy playing by yourself, probably because there's no one to push you around (but mainly because you play with dolls). RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!

Eric Cartman

92%
Stan Marsh

83%
Kenny McCormick

83%
Jimmy

75%
Kyle Broflovski

67%
Butters

58%
Tweak

58%
Shelly

58%
Timmy

25%

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Blowing Out The Flame

I sold my soul for diamonds
And reason for acclaim
Been begging for white angels
To blow my mind away

Been growing funny flowers
Where roses never grew
I stayed awake all night
When I woke up from dreams
Of me and you

I tried to take the sun and I went blind
God help me to erase you from my mind
I'm growing cold
And the night is yet to come
Anyone tell me is this

The way it's meant to be
Lost and isolated
I'm way too complicated
For you to lean on me

I play a losing game
I cried in desperation
Mental devastation
I'm blowing out the flame

Self-pity gave me shelter
I always hid away in vice
Dyslexic, torn and tattered
I tried to read the signs

You never tried to take a look
At the one I'd have died to be
Now it seems you don't see me at all

Was it all worth it
Visions holding sway
When the real thing got lost along the way
Yes anyone tell me is this

The way it's meant to be
I'm lost and isolated
Way too complicated
For you to lean on me

I play a losing game
I cried in desperation
Mental devastation
I'm blowing out the flame

by Avantasia

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Suicide influences

"If someone wants to blame art, why are kids taught to read Romeo and Juliet in school? Here's a story about kids killing each other for one very important reason: their parents didn't understand them."
Marilyn Manson


I wonder what is worse, Manson's lyrics or Shakespeare. - Or maybe, just maybe, none of them are harmful.
But lets go the easy way and just blame Manson.

Monday, March 22, 2010

It's not you, it's me.

Another day in our room, another day in hell.
Another day on the front lines.
Another night on the town, now here we go again.
Let's hope that this is the last time.

Let's call it a day.
I've had enough, I've had enough of this!
Let's put it away.
It'd take a better man than me to put up with this.

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a goddamn idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week without a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me.

Now there's no need to pretend, no need for pleasantries.
No need for "let's just be friends".
I'll take my bowie records, you keep your "tapestry"
And I'll even let you keep "the bends".

Let's put it to bed.
I've had enough, I've had enough of it!
Let's pronounce it dead.
It'd take a better man then me to put up with this.

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a goddamn idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week without a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me.

Now you're a world away and I don't have anything
But I've never been so happy!

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a goddamn idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week with out a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me.

It's not the way you talk to me as if I was a fucking idiot,
It's not the way you play games with my head.
It's not the way you disappear for a week without a word to anyone.
I'll be happy to take the blame - It's not you, it's me...

by Sin City Sinners

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Shaun White

Ultimamente tem-se falado muito no Shaun White, por ele ter ganho a medalha de ouro nas Olimpíadas de Inverno (Snowboard) - Na primeira volta ele ficou tão à frente que já era impossível ultrapassá-lo. Mas eu falo nele por outra razão, por ele ser incrivelmente GIRO!
Está bem que ele foi awesome, mas fogo, o rapaz é mesmo lindo!! *dreamy eyes*



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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Não tenho titulo para isto...

Sonhar... Viver...
Que fazer?
Não sei...
Do I care?
Penso que não...
Should I?
Penso que não...

Ah, cansaço.
Ah, agonia.
Ah, ah, ah!
Ai, vida.
Ai, morte.
Ai, ai, ai...

A voz desvanece...
A mão abranda...
Os olhos desejam fechar,
Mas não podem.
Acorda!
Não te deixes dormir.
Podes não voltar a acordar.

Ou então...
Dorme!
Não te deixes acordar.
Podes não voltar a adormecer.

Queres dormir,
Ou nunca mais o fazer?
Morte,
Ou imortalidade?

Morre,
Acaba o sofrimento...
"Não há razão para tanto sofrimento, mãe"
Adeus.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Outsider

Help me if you can.
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired.
So could you please,

Help me understand why
You've given into all these
Reckless dark desires.

You're lying to yourself again!
Suicidal imbecile!
Think about it, put it on the faultline.
What'll it take to get it through to you precious?
Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this?
Such a mess. I don't want to watch you...

Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time.
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die!

Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerence.
Narcissistic, drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence.

Lying through your teeth again!
Suicidal imbecile!
Think about it, put it on the faultline.
What'll it take to get it through to you precious?
Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this?
Such a mess. I don't want to watch you...


Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time.
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die!

They were right about you...


Lying to my face again!

Suicidal imbecile!
Think about it, put it on the faultline.
What'll it take to get it through to you precious?
Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this?
Such a mess. Over this, over this!


Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time.
What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die.
If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere,
Do it somewhere far away from here!

by A Perfect Circle