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Aug 30, 2010

Ill Niño - What You Deserve

Exilia - Your Rain

Exilia - Kill Me

Aug 26, 2010

Hitler's perfection was dismissed!!!

Hitler's perfection was dismissed!!!

Pois é...para além de assassino era Hipocrita(mesmo sem saber), boa!!!!

QUINTA-FEIRA, 26-08-2010, ANO 11, N.º 3862


Adolf Hitler poderia ter sangue judeu e africano...O_OO_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O

Judeus e africanos eram, na opinião de Adolf Hitler, elementos de duas raças «sub-humanas». Agora, graças a exames de ADN de parentes do antigo ditador alemão, descobriu-se que o líder nazi tinha antepassados em ambas.

Os resultados estão publicados na revista belga Knack. A investigação foi coordenada pelo jornalista Jean-Paul Mulders e o historiador Marc Vermeeren, que utilizaram para os testes um guardanapo utilizado por um sobrinho-neto de Hitler, que vive em Long Island, nos Estados Unidos. Depois, seguiram 39 parentes do antigo ditador.

O cromossoma Haplopgroup E1b1b (Y-DNA), raramente encontrado na Europa Ocidental e muito comum entre os berberes de Marrocos, assim como na Argélia, na Líbia e na Tunísia, foi descoberto durante os testes. Os Ashkenazi e os judeus sefarditas também costumam apresentar este cromossoma.

Na mesma revista lê-se que existem artefactos de Hitler, com o seu ADN, guardados na Rússia. O acesso a este material poderia acabar com a especulação sobre a ascendência do principal responsável pela Segunda Guerra Mundial e pelo Holocausto.

Aug 22, 2010

Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff

aptece as vezes não????

Aug 19, 2010

Noisuf - X - Toccata Del Terrore

noisuf-x, voodoo ritual

A minha escolha .1---- With Me by Sum 41

já alguma vez tiveram esta sensaçao, eu já....

Aug 13, 2010

spiral os straight???

spiral os straight???

Answer here

Aug 11, 2010

Temperar um gato vivo!! O_o





O gato Navarro foi temperado com óleo, pimenta e pimentão e colocado no porta-malas por Gary Korkuc

Um homem está sendo processado por crueldade contra animais em Buffalo, Nova York, depois que um gato vivo foi encontrando temperado com óleo e pimenta no porta-malas de seu carro. As informações são da agência AP
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Policiais ouviram o gato miar quando pararam Gary Korkuc, 51 anos, em uma operação de rotina na noite do último domingo. Os investigadores encontraram então o animal em uma gaiola, coberto de azeite, pimenta e pimentão.
Korkuc disse aos policiais que fez isso porque o gato, chamado Navarro, tinha se comportado mal. O homem foi acusado de crueldade e liberado. Os investigadores disseram que ele admitiu que ia cozinhar o gato e falou uma série de outras coisas sem sentido, como que seu gato macho estava esperando filhotes.
Navarro foi limpo e colocado para adoção por integrantes de uma organização defensora dos animais.

O sakana!!!Era meter um gajo num tanque com caranguejos assassinos!!!(Se é que isso existe, o proximo post deve ser sobre iss!!!)

Aug 10, 2010

Liberdade!!




Liberdade, em filosofia, designa de uma maneira negativa, a ausência de submissão, de servidão e de determinação, isto é, ela qualifica a independência do ser humano. De maneira positiva, liberdade é a autonomia e a espontaneidade de um sujeito racional. Isto é, ela qualifica e constitui a condição dos comportamentos humanos voluntários.

Definiçao extraida Wikipédia (treta de enciclopedia mas serviu)

Ist é tudo muito giro e tal, mas, tenho uma questao, sem intenção de revogar quaisquer opiniões,onde está ela??
a verdadeira liberdade??
Porque, mesmo quando me entrego aos devaneios na minha suposta liberdade nao sou livre!
somos todos prisioneiros de uma sociedade precavida de pecados e maldições..
e talvez seja esse o motivo pelo qual, nao me sinta livre!
carrego os meus ancestors nos meus ombros, i disso, nunca me libertarei...
mas onde está ela pergunto??
alguem a viu??
eu não!

Aug 9, 2010

Lord Byron

Darkness, by Lord Byron

had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.