Zvucnik


Islo pile autoputem i pregazi ga avion.

Ali kakve to veze ima kad bojler lici na zvucnik od 100W.

oka_v.p
18.11.2004
3,41


Komentari:

JOMBA

30.11.2004 03:05:12
NAKO.... SIMPATICNA "GLUPOST"....

lol

30.11.2004 05:28:58
vic je cista 0!!!

merima

30.11.2004 09:26:50
daj vrati se u kavez...ma gadura jeedna

MORBID ANGEL CETNIK

30.11.2004 11:00:07
JOMBA, PA TI NISI NORMALAN! Memory of the insane Of killing in so man ways, homicidal Seeking redemption through rage With hacksaws I decapitated them all Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturated Rotting flesh scattered around, I feel no remorse I don't remember my name Or when blood of the dead flowed so relentlessly Extracting the brains from the skulls My anger evolves with the more heads I deform Sawing the neck I am engulfed in fantasy Chew the esophagus, cannibal delicacy Utterly execerbated, forver deleterious Slicing through skin, sundered larynx, veins spraying blood Tattered windpipe, facial carvings, another head to abhore Beheading sustains my desire Enhancing my primitive mind Annihilation without repreving Memory of the insane Of killing in so man ways, homicidal Seeking redemption through rage With hacksaws I decapitated them at will Predacious, violent killing spree Abolished, putrescent cadavers Butchered in excrement, sordid obscurity Feverish hunger to inhale the stench of their death

Mostarka

30.11.2004 12:59:28
IMA SMISLA!!

Mostarka

30.11.2004 13:00:12
Mislim da je ovo jako mastovita osoba i pametna pa se moze sjetiti ovoga!

Mustafa

30.11.2004 13:36:27
Jao Mostarka.Skocila si ti sa mosta na glavu u Neretvi.Promasila si reku.Vidi se.

Mustafa

30.11.2004 13:41:33
joj Mostarka izvini pijan sam pa ne znam sta lupam, isto Maxim po diviziji, eto opet locem neznam kad cu prestati

MORBID ANGEL CETNIK

30.11.2004 16:32:34
Under the flesh Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed Their coldness induces me endless defilement, re-occuring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for myself Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied, mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh Cutting off the body's head drinking from its severed necks as I rip the corpse in half Human shit for nurishment Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying, as their bowels let loose defecation flows down my throat excremental injestment Reflections of things to come, mirored in the dead one's eyes my fantasy of murder Incarnated open wounds gushing, blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched, no one cares of their dead appaling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat I immerse my sharpened implement into a fresh bleeding gash her body used for my sick desires The blood thirst I can't control Many more must suffer Disposal of the dead, the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel The gore enrages me All I kill a new creation, my work of art bodies torn apart Liver quivering at my feet Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment, cutting through arteries nerves exposed Feel the power of pain

Najsamti_ljeshvija

30.11.2004 16:46:07
Ovo je jedan od viceva koji je totalna nebuloza ali je smijesan do bola (boli me stomak) Slazem se sa mostarkom ovo je neko pravo mastovit.

Mostarka

30.11.2004 17:38:31
E nek smo se ja i ti jedanput slozile ljeshva :)

MORBID ANGEL CETNIK

30.11.2004 18:00:45
AKO TI JE OVO SMESNO, IQ TO JE 1,23 Follow me, I'll lead the way; your fears will soon overtake Hide your infinite tears inside, it seeks your smallest break Screaming as if nothing helps, you press on to survive Playing out the fantasies of a force that keeps you alive He'll have you down on your knees You play his fatal game He'll satisfy your every need You'll never be the same Take my hand, I'll show you how; You've just one life to live The road you're on goes straight to hell; Your life is yours to give His fantasies of all of you are much too great to see This world your living is so unreal, perfected just for me He'll have you down on your knees You play his fatal game He'll satisfy your every need You'll never be the same

Mostarka

30.11.2004 18:05:04
Jao vala si pravi cetnik!!

MORBID ANGEL CETNIK

30.11.2004 18:12:34
Come walk with me through endless time. See what has been and what the future sees. Share the wisdom of the old world that has passed, Step in a life that's yet to be born. You spill the blood, Eternal soul. I'll show you sights that you would not believe. Experience pleasures thought unobtained. At one with evil that has ruled before. Now smell the stench of immortality. You spill the blood, Eternal soul Spill your blood, let it run on to me, Take my hand and let go of your life. Close your eyes and see what is me, Raise the chalice, embrace for evermore. You've spilt the blood. I have your soul.

Mustafa

30.11.2004 18:40:43
Ja ljudi opet pijan ko guzica neznam sta cu vise od sebe a samog bi sebe jebao kad bi mogao eto verujte mi

MORBID ANGEL CETNIK

30.11.2004 19:34:16
MUSTAFA, NE SMARAJ, MOLIM TE!

vladan

01.12.2004 14:15:31
ma jeste glup

Najsamti_ljeshvija

01.12.2004 15:20:58
Morbidni ne pricaj ti meni o mom IQ nego pogledaj sebe!!! Ja mislim da je tvoj 0,00000001 taman koliko ti je milimetara dug Ku*ac

Mustafa

01.12.2004 16:13:24
Evo ljudi ja opet pijan ko guzica imal ko da mi da malo picica, oces ti zivcana mi dati malo, aj molim te?

MORBID ANGEL CETNIK

01.12.2004 19:36:35
To the desillusion of life You loved us but we betrayed Your reliance in coming by Through you as a misanthrope of trumpery Unwittingly how to leave Still to human to overthrow All those pleasant years of hatred Hypocondriac rapture to our ego's firmament To confess you in evil Words have an imprecise shape Images should alas stay sharp Obsessed by our own world We have lost our existance The song of songs Hyms of canticles The office's epilogue The birth of our neo-testament To the desenchantment of the world Join the hypochondrium forces Stronger than ever and still unvanquished Raise the misanthropist hate's torches Hypochondrium forces The song of songs Hyms of canticles The office's epilogue The birth of our neo-testament To the desenchantment of the world Join the hypochondrium forces Stronger than ever and still unvanquished Raise the misanthropist hate's torches To the desenchantment of the world Join the hypochondrium forces Stronger than ever and still unvanquished Raise the misanthropist hate's torches

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