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{aprilie 10, 2010}   La Mafia Italiana 2

3.

Sony Cohones – cea mai mare dusmanca a mea sa moara dusmanii mei mancatias. Era o fata frumoasa, atragatoare cu un corp de invidiat, puternica si enervanta. Si pentru asta o uram. Si fiindca frati-miu frankie s-a indragostit de ea. Si fiindca se lupta mai bine decat mine. Si fiindca parul ei era matasos si avea ochii verzi sie ra cu doua capete mai inalta decat mine. Si pentru ca….

4.

Tony era blonda. Bine, era bruneta, dar toti ii spuneau, pe la spate, “Blonda”, din cauza inteligentei ei maxime.(cap de craniu, auzi la ea…)
In afara de asta, era ok. Ceva mai scunda decat mine (vreo 20 de cm. Sac!)mai splaba si mai buna la tinta, fapt pentru care o uram la maxim.
De fapt, o uram din cauza faptului ca parea sa ma urasca dinc auza faptuliu ca frankie parea sa ma iubeasca din cauza faptului ca… am uitat. In fine. Cert e ca o uram. Era un singur lucru la care o puteam intrece – lupta corp la corp. si cu cutite. Si sabii. Si bete. Si la gatit. Si la desenat. Si la scris. Si la condus…
Dar ea parea sa atraga toti baietii. N-am inteles niciodata de ce.



{aprilie 10, 2010}   Drops.

Drops

Raindrops, teardrops,
What difference does it make?
With every drop that`s falling down
Your heart can only break.

When raindrops are falling,
and life cannot be seen,
The warmth is melt,
The cold is felt
And life is way too grim.

With every teardrop that is burning
and hurts like bloody wounds,
The heart will break,
Your soul will quake
And you`ll be dead again.



{aprilie 10, 2010}   Just … cold

Cold on the outside; Empty on the inside
This feeling is something that cannot be beaten
In all my attempts at overcoming it I have fallen
Its power is too overwhelming for one to conquer

Lost in this darkness; Overcome with fear and pain
My only wish is to have someone here to rid me of it
Someone here to hold me tightly and whisper in my ear
„Everything will be ok, I’m here now”
Only they aren’t here, nor are they coming

Oh how I long to be rid of this feeling
But onward I must tread with its weight upon my back
Unable to be rid of this hurt and pain
For loneliness knows no company…

Today…m-am simtit atat de singura, atat de ratacita si derutata. Nu stiu de ce, dar starea mea e din ce in ce mai precara zilnic. Sper ca voi gasi pe cineva sa fie doar al meu, sa ma inteleaga si sa ma sustina in tot ceea ce vreau sa fac..Sper sa existe acea persoana, cu toate ca…imi pierd speranta, in fiecare zi cate o picatura.



{aprilie 9, 2010}   Moon River

Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you’re going I’m going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after the same rainbow’s end– waiting ‘round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.

Breakfast at Tiffany`s…



{aprilie 9, 2010}   My Evil Plan

Your objective is simple: Criminal Activities.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: Sadistic pleasure

Stage One

To begin your plan, you must first seduce a rock star. This will cause the world to choke on their food, shocked by your arrival. Who is this demon straight out of hell? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in classic black?

Stage Two

Next, you must vaporize new york. This will all be done from a hell, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will die in a way you just don’t want to think about, as countless hordes of ninjas hasten to do your every bidding.

Stage Three

Finally, you must unleash your armies of destruction, bringing about the dead rising from the grave. Your name shall become synonymous with dear god no, and no man will ever again dare interrupt your sentences. Everyone will bow before your extraordinary charisma, and the world will have no choice but to make you their new god.



{aprilie 9, 2010}   La Mafia Italiana

1.

Hi. Ma numesc Tony Mangiarre… M-am nascut intr-o familie de mafioti, fara voia mea, desigur. De cand eram mica, aveam planuri de viitor- pentru viitorul meu, logic – dar se pare ca familia aavea alte ganduri cu mine. La varsta de 10 ani am fost trimisa la o scoala catolica pentru fete. Scoala catolica pentru fete – my ass. Era de fapt un paravan pentru ceea ce se intampla de fapt acolo – toate fetele erau pregatite pentru viata de mafiot.

2.

Numele meu este Sonny Cohones si sunt o alcoolica. Adica, sunt un asasin. Cel mai bun asasin platit al lui Giorgio Cordellinni. De mentionat ca sunt fata. Sonia Giancarlo, pe numele meu adevarat, dar mi-am dobandit porecla de cohones ( bile/boase/ce vrei tu) pe strazi, in numeroasele lupte cu baietii.
Fratele lui tony Mangiarre, Frankie, e singurul idiot care imi spune sonia- zice el ca mi se potriveste mai bine, ca sunt mai frumoasa si mai feminina decat imi pot imagina, bla, bla, bla….
Tony, pe de alta parte, e inamicul meu pe viata si pe moarte(sau inamica?)



{aprilie 9, 2010}   Today Playlist by Liz …

1.Bazi – Requiem pentru un vis …Jenial!

2.Lacuna Coil – Falling again

3.Damian Marley – Still searchin`

4.Mt Eden Dubstep – Sierra Leone

5.Crossfade – Cold

6. P.O.D. – Tell me why

7.Patrice – Soulstorm



{aprilie 9, 2010}   Stupid nr.3

Satan`s server…

iSatan: Boo shoo. Shoo boo. Hi !

You: I was supposed to say „hi” 1st !

iSatan: Why ?

You: Because Iwanted to !

iSatan: Lay down and tell me.

You: Fuck off ! Fuck, fuck, fuck off !

iSatan: Burn.

You: I don`t even know why i`m here, talking 2 you !

iSatan: Neither do I. Why are you here ?

You: I have no fucking idea ! Who are you ?

iSatan: I am God ! Ehm, I am Satan !

You: LOL ! God ?!? You wish you were god !

iSatan: Fuck off. Die. Burn.

Server closed…



{aprilie 9, 2010}   Stupid nr. 2

Liz: Ba, sa vezi ce mi s-a intamplat !

Klaus: *Cu ochii in monitor/revista/carte/caiet/weasel tv* Ahem…

Liz: Mi-a trimis Emi mesaj… Ce dragut e !

Klaus:

Liz: Tu ma asculti ?

Klaus: Ah, da… *mutters* Cred… Da, te ascult !

Liz: Si despre cine iti vorbeam ?

Klaus: *silence. dead silence*

Liz: Klaus !!!

Klaus: *exagerat de calma* Da, s-a intamplat ceva ?

Liz: Despre cine iti vorbeam ?

Klaus: Dumb… – o ?

Liz: *Rolling eyes* … Nu. Mai incearca.

Klaus: *Cu ochii inapoi in monitor/revista/carte/etc. Din nou.* Despre… tine…

Liz: *Dieing* Nu. Try again.

Klaus: Nu stiu, ma, lasa-ma sa citesc !

Liz: Ok… Dar cand ma asculti si pe mine ?

Klaus:

Liz: Despre ce citesti ?

Klaus: Ce zici ?

Liz: Despre ce citesti ?!? Asta te intrebam !

Klaus: Bine.

Liz: Du-te dracu` ! Nu mai vorbesc cu tine niciodata ! Pa !

Klaus: What ? Ce-ai spus?

Liz: Daca m-aia sculta, poate ca ai sti !

Klaus: Mooor…

Liz: Ce-ai zis ?

Klaus: Nimic, back to reading.

Liz:

Klaus:

Liz: Ok.

Klaus: Ce ?

Liz: Whatever.

Klaus: …

Liz: Fuck off ! Tu chiar o faci intentionat !

Klaus: *rade infundat* Ce fac intentionat ?

Liz: Nu conteaza, nu ma baga in seama ! Oricum nu o faceai ! >:P

Klaus: Ok, whatever…



{aprilie 9, 2010}   Stupid nr. 1

iSatan: Hi there, mortal.

iMe: Hi, bitch !

iSatan: Whotefuck are you ? And whatthefuck are you doin` in this world ?

iMe: Satan is a fuckin` spirit ! I am Satan ! You are fake ! You suck, fake Satan !

iFakeSatan: Ok, you caught me. Fake off !

iMe: Fun off ! I hate u !

iMyself: I hate you too ! Two ! Let`s kill iciodar.

iMe: You changed your name ! You are NOT yourself ! Not even myself ! How can you be myself or… yourself ?!?

iYourself: How can you be me, if you are not tangible, you void…. multime ! U are not me ! I am you ! Sad, but true…

iMe: I am we !

iI: WeeWee ! Let`s be poo. PooPoo and WeeWee.

IeM: Who`s wee and who`s poo ? Or wee-poo ? Or poo-wee ?

iWill: Weepo 😛

iWillalwaysBe: You poo !  I don`t poo.

iππ: You poo ! I wee.

iKk: I am not wee ! uWee !

iScream: Whatever… I Scream.

iHateYou: OK !!! Don`t scream at me! iKillU !

iScreamInYourFace: Fuck, oh, sorry, FUN YOU OFF!

FunFuck: OK !!! But don`t scream anymore !

iYell: NOOO !!!

iDon`t: What „NOOO !!!” ?!?!?!?! ?

iDo: NOOO i won`t stop screaming. Muhahahahahahha. ha *cough*

OK!: OK !

iSee: Give me paper.

TheMe: I ain`t got any paper.

TheYou: Die.

iSatan being me

iMe being Liz.



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