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saetron's Journal
alcohol-tonight-absolute-nothingness
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have a good trip in that unknown passage.....
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June 26, 2008, 03:42:pm
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a very good guy died...a great artist...
the sadness is big...
farewell dear friend...
2 songs of his band...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dNyTOXh4O4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JckjCp3b50w
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saetron down
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May 21, 2008, 06:56:am
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hello fellow peeps.....
as i was riding to work this morning someone tresspassed the stop sign.... and i crushed on his car with my bike...
the bike fell on me....as a result....the marspie...(the place where i put my foot on) pierced my leg.....
the rest of the body was ok due to the protective jaket gloves and helmet i was wearing....
i was transfered to a hospital after a few minutes...
the good think is that my leg didnt brake...
my elbow hurts as well my left knee as well...
and i got a huge flesh wound on the right leg...
my bike has some damage as well....
this motherfucker is going to pay!!!!!
police came right after and they got notes for both of us and they say it was his fault...
i am in terrible pain....
painkillers aint doing shit....
Mood: IN PAIN!!!!!!!!
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to papaki nikolas asimos (ever and always body and soul)
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May 16, 2008, 02:28:pm
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exw ena papaki na mou kanei pa
na mou kanei pa pa pa
k ena kounelaki
pou olo mou kounaei
pou olo mou kounaei ta aytia
k de mou kaigetai karfi
an esy pernas k de mou ksanamilas
isws na ksanartheis
otan tha xw pia
otan tha xw pia xathei
h tha me xoun thapsei
h tha exw ma
h tha exw marathei
kai as mh sou kaigetai karfi
kai as synithises kai as synithises esy...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_17HsMnRJA
Mood: empty
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to the beloved 8ball cosplayaz
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May 13, 2008, 04:10:pm
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you aint nothing more than this....
only a thousand kilos heavier...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-wF3pHpEt8
Mood: cynical
Music: faderhead noizebastard
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ghosts from the past...
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April 22, 2008, 05:02:pm
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visited me while i was sleeping last night.....
i went straight 2 years back...i am in a desperate condition...havent felt like this for ages....
this describes it a way....
Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven
[First published in 1845]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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FINALLY...
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March 12, 2008, 05:16:pm
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i got my bike today....
cagiva raptor 650...
xD
Mood: me so happy
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WHEN...
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February 17, 2008, 01:09:am
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YOU'RE HAMMERED...YOU DON'T JUMP FROM THE BUS STOP TO THE BUSHES BEHIND...!!!
Mood: bam boom bang...me ork...me smash...
Music: bziu
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EXISTENCE IN PROGRESS!!!
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February 06, 2008, 01:58:pm
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It’s been times
I’ve denied my existence
Stretched out in Christ pose
A puppeteer of a lost world
If I only cause you rain
I’ll give you my skin
So you can feel how I feel
This is my existence
Like I’ve never deserved it
Somewhere along the line, I lost
A crown of thorns were never my intention
I’ll stand below you, free you from blame
And then I’ll continue, living my life in vain
Mood: empty
Music: ioc existence in progress
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haha
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February 04, 2008, 11:50:am
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lypamai g to myalo p exoun orismena atoma...oso k an prospathoun na to paiksoun anwteroi k classy...telika deixnoun poso omoioi einai me ta atoma p apexthanontai...
it makes me feel even more better...ta skata me ta skata..."filarakia"
Mood: cynical
Music: lacrimosa..
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new pics uploaded...
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November 15, 2007, 06:14:pm
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in my profile on myspace..its from our live in norway at elektrostat fest..and some random around norway mostly..
check it out at
www.myspace.com/saetronthechemicalbreed
Mood: producive
Music: my music
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