we met in metro... he was a funny kid...
strange dreams...

in the passing year
i was a gipsy dancer
now the red-color cancer
has appeared on my side...

guess, i've lost all friends,
and you know, babe,
i'm no longer able to fight...
good you are not here...
good for you...

BUT FUCK I MISS U

Strange, how suddenly we’ve disappeared.
And the voices passed on to another dimension.
When I look all around – find just blossoming greed--
Greed for hunger and joy and the fake satisfaction…

Lonely places abandon, put in abstract misuse,
Fragile marks of emotions touch the tongue of my pride.
Everything was in us, yet, we’re meant to refuse
Shaking cradle of faith in a shivering light…

Sudden frightening call.
The divine revelation.
Then, again expectations --
All or nothing at all…
If we loose one another
in this dangling fall
who’d recall our souls
striving for resurrection?

your words seemed extremely straight
hearing all of your lies, seized in wisdom
i stood up in front of my fate
belaying my head down for freedom

you…you… you…
just stumbling green in the blue…
you’re over my shoulder again
you’re something I should have gone through.
you light up and blow in me flame
a burden, a joy, an anxious desire
without you all’s not the same…
there’s nothing to hate, penetrate or admire…
don’t set us on fire
we’re sane.

my face accepts no disguise
uncovered lips once believed in your kisses
speedometer told me we’re ready to rise
but something essential was missing…

you…you…you…
a shivering leaf on the palm of my hand
i stuck on you, wrapped in you, melted and grasped …

your signs I’ve received,
your peaks I’ve achieved
while catcing a multiple threat
now my eyes shine from wet
cos our sin
couldn’t fit in my bed

you pagan Old Scandinavian saga
for someone to read in the dark
you blossoming lotus - a flower of nowhere
that grew in an urbanized park

your words seemed extremely straight
telling all of your lies, seized in wisdom
i stood up in front of my fate
belaying my head down for freedom…

i think i am not so wordless...
i'm casual and usual.
the thing is that i'm no more material
and no more practical.
i'm just somebody's illusion
or frustration. or reaction
on destruction and eruption...
i'm your proclamation of
laziness...

my anarchy is a symbol --
a lonely tree
on the left slope of a sad hill...
pills just make me lost and ill
i dismiss all thoughts as they rise in my head,
the pulsation of land --
could you feel that?
pressure’s low, pleasure’s high
this is my soulfly
think i'm mad.

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ты возник из серого тумана табачного дыма пустого времяпровождения непонятных снов абсурда ребячества прожигания дней и ночей...

ты повел меня за собой... в нос ударил запах побелки свежего ремонта свечей роз ночи твоей кожи...

спасибо...

You...you... you...
The're marvelous green in the blue…
You’re over my shoulder again
You’re something I should have gone through
You're someone I've found in the rain...
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dead glorifies the one who’s living
we move on towards to some holy light
blinded by eye heals a deaf human being
wounded preserves dignity inside.

disabled build fake and unstable constructions
for his broken hopes to lock out there
we follow the rules and unclear instructions
to accept, dedicate and end in despair.

at nights she speaks to hallucinations.
while water refuses her deadly flame
sun burns up with straight razor-sharp reflections
that we let in us when we go insane…

rope walker rehearses another attempt
she snatches wild looks of the ones below
she takes off her stockings, puts on mask of sad –
the things that should cover her fading glow…

disputes and debates over Global Warming
you tumble, you crawl. you squeeze, you dissolve.
the gun in your hand – pretentious warning
why not to be killed by tremendous love?

(c) 2007
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king of the fire

600 miles i have driven,
i've come a long way
600 songs i have sung,
yes, it's been a long day

the car is a mess and
thought i'd learned my lesson
about you and me by now
but you know what my head's like
i seem to forget stuff
as soon as it gets in somehow

i said "see for yourself and
then tell me your eyes didn't hurt"
i said "see for yourself and
then tell me she isn't a flirt"

and i'm standing here trying
i'm standing here dying
i'm standing here vying for your eyes
but i know to hide it,
yes, i know to fight it

you know, it's a perfect disguise
you said "baby you roam
why don't you come home?"
then you picked me up and
you put me on the bed and you said

"baby, i love you, you know that i love you
you know i think of you
so much
now hold me and kiss me
and tell me you never did miss me
or my touch"

tell me I am the one,
tell me I am the only one in your life
tell me you've never felt like this
tell me I never leave your mind

i already told you
but you are so bold to
try what no-one's achieved in the past
but the way you touch me
and the way you watch me-
i'm losing my senses at last

can you feel my pain?
do you know how I want the rain
to come down on you now?
i cannot think straight
you're making me hate
all the ones who thought could make me bow

forgetting all the hurt
brushing away the dirt
of all the love that I grieved
oh, he is making me
oh, he is breaking the
air that has never been breathed

here i am with you
i'm feeling the same
here i am with you
my head echoes your name

king of the fire
king of the ball
king of desire
now don't make me fall

Настроение сейчас - her
В колонках играет - she

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My face accepts no disguise
Uncovered lips wait for your kisses
Speedometer tells me we’re ready to rise
But something essential is missing…

The Norwegian 'dog law'

A reaction to the so called 'Norwegian dog law', june 03. Andrea has written several letters regarding the ignorant attitude towards dogs, published in Dagbladet, ’02:

After killing wolves, the Norwegian governments suddenly decided now that also human’s best friend is a dangerous creature. A new 'dog law' has been suggested that should make it easier to kill any dog that bites, no matter what the cirumstances are. Obviously it is not the same if a dog viciously jumps at a person without warning, or if a dog merely snappes at a person to defend itself. The new law would give a person the right to kill a dog then and there. This would mean if any dog-owner would be disliked by a neighbour for example, this neighbour basically can come to his or her house, tease the dog until it bites and then he or she can just kill the dog then and there to punish the owner. The dog and dog-owner would have no rights. This is an insane witch-hunt on animals.

Dogs are not usually a threat to their environment. They are however 'domesticated wolves' and one should be aware of their hunting instincts. Dogs have to be raised properly. If a dog becomes a threat to his environment, it usually is the owner who is incapable to educate the dog, neglects the dog or even mistreats the animal. And it is the owner who should be punished for his or her irresponsibility, not the dog.

The new law also wants to kill all 'dangerous dog races'. What is this? Ethnic cleansing in the dog world? There is no such thing as a dangerous race, only dangerous indiviuals that have been treated badly. Again it is the owner who is dangerous and who should be punished, not the dog and certainly not an entire race of dogs. Only because American Staff and Staffordshire Bullterriers are very popular amongst criminals who try to make their dogs aggressive, does not mean that the dogs are 'evil creatures'. This is a myth created by the media. Again, a witch-hunt on dogs.

The new law also wishes to get rid of any dog that looks like it has a little Amstaff in it. When you look at crossbred dogs it is impossible to see which has a little Amstaff in it. It could well be a Boxer cross. Already the police has been taking away dogs from families because the families could not proof that their dog is not crossed with a Staffordshire Bullterrier. This is a mass-murder on dogs that have harmed none.

The new law also says that a puppy can be destroyed if it bites... hello... all puppies bite, this is what puppies do. They chew on hands, feets, shoes, sofas...they are babies.

If you care about animals, then please spread this news, and if you want to do something about it then send your protest to the politicians: justiskomiteen.postmottak@stortinget.no

Lets not forget who is the most dangerous and viscious animal on this planet.

Andrea Haugen (Hagalaz Runedance)

scandinavian pagan culture representative...

dark and expressive... gut!

Настроение сейчас - expecting another moment like that one.
В колонках играет - Hagalaz Runedance - Winds That Sang of Midgard's Fate

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если моя смерть будет такой.......то добро пожаловать...
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мое мировоззрение замкнулось на TOOL и нескольких композициях...

твои ощущения сомкнулись на отсутствии благоприятных условий. жаль тебя. ты мелок. ты - эмбрион.

Настроение сейчас - оно
В колонках играет - они




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если мне не изменяет память (а она, возможно, единственное, что мне не изменяет), сегодня, год назад.....

ладно, это не по существу. а так как достопримечательного пока нет, временно прощаюсь...

RENAISSANCE

THE BLACK FLAME

I am words, I am speaking
I never heard my conclusion
Lost the way in my confusion, in illusion
Lost inside the picture frame

I'm not to blame, I didn't see the black flame
I'm not ashamed, its poetry, the black flame
I'm rearranged, it's changing me, the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

I am strong, I am leaving
I never knew I'd feel the need so
Where to go, I'll turn the flow, I could not know
Screams inside the burning pain

It's spinning head, it's under hand-the black flame
It lies instead, I turned and I ran-the black flame
On me, it fed,I understand-the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

Run from me, don't you see
That we are one and I'm a part of you
Get away, any way
I'm still a secret in the heart of you
And I'm the burning in your soul

Now I'm weak, I am losing
I never thought I'd stop trying
I'm a lie, I'm just a sigh, just a crying
Just a symbol of the game

Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame
Intended fear, I can not trace the black flame
Extended reaching into space-the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

Я не жажду победы, но не стерплю пораженья!
Лишь краду удоволствия и мгновенья ловлю.
Красоту обнажаю: путь свободен блаженным!
Прошлых дней свою слабость ежечасно гублю…

Я – упругая нить. Ты – притупленный нож.
Что ж, тому так и быть,
что ж…

меня внезапно осенило:
любовь ушла,
завяли помидоры...
а то, что между нами было,
подобно волнам
смоют разговоры.



милый мой,

я ухожу. оставляю тебе воспоминания о себе, а также львенка без хвоста и левой лапы. того, что нашли у мусорки. помнишь? в тот день моросило. я спешила поскорее добраться до дому, а он все звал на помощь. я подобрала его. ты сопротивлялся.
и как он теперь? ты не пришил ему новый хвост? а лапу?

этот львенок так похожь на нашу искалеченную любовь. но, достаточно высокопарных слов. прощай.

Джанин.

зайдя в свой заколоченный стaвнями дневник, сама не поверила: мысли тоже могут быть невероятно плоскими.... ну никакой трехмерности! :)

ne pojmu, pochemu tak slozhno izmenit' nastrojki dnewnika!

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