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Voi saatanan perkeleen helvetti!!!!!!!!
Miten voi vittu UNOHTAA tuon?????






Jos jollain on 1-3 lippua ylimääräsenä, niin soittaa/meilaa tai laittaa kommenttia, kiitos!

# 0503365821
@ anarchy_hostage@yahoo.com.

all i want in life is to be happy
everytime i get ahead
i feel more dead.

jos en tarttis rahaa niin vitusti niin haistattasin paskat tolle ämmälle ja oisin niin pirun kaukana koko läävästä ennen ku se edes tajuais mitä kaikkee mulla tuli sanottua.
vitun kusipää kyylä.
mä vihaan sua ja just sun kaltasias ihmisiä! maailma ei menettäs YHTÄÄN MITÄÄN vaikka sä katoisit eikä susta kuuluis enää koskaan.
kuole pois.
jos et tota ymmärrä, niin JAG HATAR DEJ!!!

Tuntuu et joku painais koko painollaan mun rintakehää, on vähän huono olo ja ahistaa. Ei hyvin mee X3
Ei oo mitn pelkoo mennä ottaa sitä mut jotenki tää oottaminen ja 'onkohan se paikalla' ja 'mitä jos se maksaa omaisuuden' ja 'se varmaan on mahoton edes tehä' saa mut veteläks, hirvee doki doki~ ollu ruokatunnista >_>
Get a grip woman!

Tänään tuli uuet kilikolihousut <3 tyylilleni uskollisena mustat punasilla remmeillä ja yksityiskohilla :D sain eilen uuet slip onit, valkoset. Tein sitte niille sapluunat, toiseen Kaorun kanji ja toiseen ääriviivat ite miehestä ja sen kitarasta. Laittelen kuvaa kunhan saan ne redi.


15min töitä jälellä, sitte on pakko ryhdistäytyä!








EDIT klo 14.44:

No hyvät uutiset että kävin siellä, huonot on että tatska maksais 500-800€... että ehkä sitte sewn mun toinen vaihtoehto? Kun olis vaan tajunnu samalla kysyä, nyt tuntuu vielä idiootimmalta mennä heti tyyliin seuraavana päivänä pienemmän kans ja sitä sitte... Damn! OIlisin halunnut sen vaan niin vitusti.

Nyt on pe-la liput ostettu (ja velka senkun kasvaa ._.) \m/



Aikataulu näyttää tällä hetkellä tältä ----> --->


Perjantai:

16.30-17.30 LAPKO
17.40-18.40 Gogol Bordello

21.25-22.25 Billy Talent

22.20-23.20 Children of Bodom
23.30-00.30 Amorphis


Lauantai:

14.15-15.15 D'espairsRay

17.45-18.45 Ismo Alanko Teholla
19.15-20.15 CMX

21.30-22.30 In Flames

22.45-23.45 Don Johnson Big Band
00.20-01.30 Hanoi Rocks

[LUOVUUS]


[Tunteet ”Kuuta” kohtaan joiden jahtaamista jatkan]

---

Toivon myös, että jokainen teistä haluaa olla kuin kuut ja niiden valo omassa elämässänne.

Kuu ei paista vain yöaikaan. Yöllä, jos et luo mitään etkä päätä aloittaa omillasi kävelemistä, sinulle ei voi näyttää suuntaa. Tämä sen takia, koska et kykene näkemään mitään ympärilläsi ja pelkäät mitä voit edestäsi löytää. Jos pysähdyt, siitä tulee turva-alueesi.

Vaikka näin onkin, se, että nostat yhden jalkasi ja otat askeleen eteenpäin, vaatii suunnattoman määrän rohkeutta. Kuitenkin, jos haluat jättää tämän pimeyden niin kovasti, on sinun jalkojesi mahdollista ottaa askel kuun valaisemalle tielle.

Lyhyesti, se joka pääsee eteenpäin, olet sinä. Se olet sinä!

Ihmisistä jotka katsovat konserttejani ja kuuntlevat musiikkiani, on ihan hyvä jos edes yksi ihminen ymmärtää sen. Olen iloinen jos se henkilö alkaa kävellä eteenpäin oman rohkeutensa turvin.

Minä olen kuu. Valaisen heikosti tien, ja ainoa asia mitä voin tehdä on osoittaa se sinulle.

Mutta kun te kaikki otatte askeleen eteenpäin, minä aion pitää teitä silmällä lempeästi.



~~~~~



[CREATIVITY]


[The Feelings Towards "Moon" that I Continue to Chase]

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I also wish that every one of you will want to be like the moons and the light of the moons in your own lives.

The moon does not only shine during the nighttime. At night, if you do not create something and decide to start walking on your own, you can't be shown the way. This is because you can't see anything around you, and you're afraid of being shown what lies ahead. If you stop, that becomes your safety zone.

Even so, the act of picking up one foot and taking a step forward requires an insane amount of courage. However, if you want to leave this darkness that much, it is possible for your feet to take a step onto the path illuminated by the moon.

In short, the one who advances forward is, in the end, you. It is you!

In the people who watch my concerts and listen to my music, it is all right if even a single person understands that. I will be happy if that person starts walking forward with his or her own courage.

I am the moon. I dimly light the road, and the only thing I can do is point it out to you.

But when you all take that one step forward, I will gently, quietly watch over you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOTJRbLXIqI Mambo Italiano

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wl7gfdDD_Bg La Vie En Rose (...XD)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_at5GX0tHw You Belong To Me



Gotta love the classics <3




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Izq7Xqi48nA

Ja vielä pitää kysyä miks joku haluaa tuonne?

10 Years ago.....

How old were you?
10.72 years

Kids?
Was one of the three

Where did you live?
Kokkola, Finland

Where did you work?
No work, just play

Where did you hang out?
At the other side of the forest you can see from my window at home

Who was your best friends?
Noora (aka my twin) and some assholes (were then and I bet still are.. We donÂ’t talk)

How was your hair style?
Road-brownish ponytail?

Did you wear glasses?
Nope

Who was your regular-person crush?
This guy in my class who actually knew it

How many tattoos did you have?
Temporary tattoos one can find from lollipop wrappers etc.

How many piercings did you have?
1 in both ears

What car did you drive?
HehÂ… no car

What was your biggest fear?
I bet it was Mörkö from the Moomins, darkness.

Had you smoked a cigarette yet?
indirectly, yes -_-

Had you been arrested?
No, but I got a ride home from the police when me and Noora went missingÂ…

Had your heart broken?
No

Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter?
Single



**LETS SEE WHERE YOU ARE NOW!!!!!**



How old are you?
20.72

Where do you work?
IÂ’m unemployed, struggling student

Kids?
No

Where do you live?
Rovaniemi, Finland

Where do you hang out?
In my head or at the computer, most of my time at least

What is your hairstyle?
In need of hairdye-shoulder length with black and dark blue synthetic dreads.

Do you wear glasses?
Nope, itÂ’s about to change in a while though, trust me.

Who is your best friend?
Noora (the same twin)

Who is your regular-person crush?
The lovely green-dreaded dude at my local grocery store XD

How many tattoos?
One small pink sakura on my left wrist, ”it’s about to change in a while though, trust me.”

How many piercings do you have?
One in lip, one in tongue, 14mm on my right lobe and 10mm and 8mm on my left one.

What kind of car do you have?
No car, still XD

What is your biggest fear?
That IÂ’ll never be able to became what I want to be.. And darkness.

Have you smoked a cigarette?
Yup. Too many but donÂ’t smoke anymore, last one was aboutÂ… 6 months ago?

Have you been arrested since?
No, but IÂ’ve got a speeding ticket... does it count?

Has your heart been broken?
Yes.

Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter?
Bitter. No! I mean single.

REPOST AS "How much have YOU changed in 10 years"

Columbine: Whose Fault Is It?

by Marilyn Manson


Posted May 28, 1999 12:00 AM

It is sad to think that the first few people on earth needed no books, movies, games or music to inspire cold-blooded murder. The day that Cain bashed his brother Abel's brains in, the only motivation he needed was his own human disposition to violence. Whether you interpret the Bible as literature or as the final word of whatever God may be, Christianity has given us an image of death and sexuality that we have based our culture around. A half-naked dead man hangs in most homes and around our necks, and we have just taken that for granted all our lives. Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The world's most famous murder-suicide was also the birth of the death icon -- the blueprint for celebrity. Unfortunately, for all of their inspiring morality, nowhere in the Gospels is intelligence praised as a virtue.

A lot of people forget or never realize that I started my band as a criticism of these very issues of despair and hypocrisy. The name Marilyn Manson has never celebrated the sad fact that America puts killers on the cover of Time magazine, giving them as much notoriety as our favorite movie stars. From Jesse James to Charles Manson, the media, since their inception, have turned criminals into folk heroes. They just created two new ones when they plastered those dipshits Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris' pictures on the front of every newspaper. Don't be surprised if every kid who gets pushed around has two new idols.


We applaud the creation of a bomb whose sole purpose is to destroy all of mankind, and we grow up watching our president's brains splattered all over Texas. Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised. Does anyone think the Civil War was the least bit civil? If television had existed, you could be sure they would have been there to cover it, or maybe even participate in it, like their violent car chase of Princess Di. Disgusting vultures looking for corpses, exploiting, fucking, filming and serving it up for our hungry appetites in a gluttonous display of endless human stupidity.


When it comes down to who's to blame for the high school murders in Littleton, Colorado, throw a rock and you'll hit someone who's guilty. We're the people who sit back and tolerate children owning guns, and we're the ones who tune in and watch the up-to-the-minute details of what they do with them. I think it's terrible when anyone dies, especially if it is someone you know and love. But what is more offensive is that when these tragedies happen, most people don't really care any more than they would about the season finale of Friends or The Real World. I was dumbfounded as I watched the media snake right in, not missing a teardrop, interviewing the parents of dead children, televising the funerals. Then came the witch hunt.


Man's greatest fear is chaos. It was unthinkable that these kids did not have a simple black-and-white reason for their actions. And so a scapegoat was needed. I remember hearing the initial reports from Littleton, that Harris and Klebold were wearing makeup and were dressed like Marilyn Manson, whom they obviously must worship, since they were dressed in black. Of course, speculation snowballed into making me the poster boy for everything that is bad in the world. These two idiots weren't wearing makeup, and they weren't dressed like me or like goths. Since Middle America has not heard of the music they did listen to (KMFDM and Rammstein, among others), the media picked something they thought was similar.


Responsible journalists have reported with less publicity that Harris and Klebold were not Marilyn Manson fans -- that they even disliked my music. Even if they were fans, that gives them no excuse, nor does it mean that music is to blame. Did we look for James Huberty's inspiration when he gunned down people at McDonald's? What did Timothy McVeigh like to watch? What about David Koresh, Jim Jones? Do you think entertainment inspired Kip Kinkel, or should we blame the fact that his father bought him the guns he used in the Springfield, Oregon, murders? What inspires Bill Clinton to blow people up in Kosovo? Was it something that Monica Lewinsky said to him? Isn't killing just killing, regardless if it's in Vietnam or Jonesboro, Arkansas? Why do we justify one, just because it seems to be for the right reasons? Should there ever be a right reason? If a kid is old enough to drive a car or buy a gun, isn't he old enough to be held personally responsible for what he does with his car or gun? Or if he's a teenager, should someone else be blamed because he isn't as enlightened as an eighteen-year-old?


America loves to find an icon to hang its guilt on. But, admittedly, I have assumed the role of Antichrist; I am the Nineties voice of individuality, and people tend to associate anyone who looks and behaves differently with illegal or immoral activity. Deep down, most adults hate people who go against the grain. It's comical that people are naive enough to have forgotten Elvis, Jim Morrison and Ozzy so quickly. All of them were subjected to the same age-old arguments, scrutiny and prejudice. I wrote a song called "Lunchbox," and some journalists have interpreted it as a song about guns. Ironically, the song is about being picked on and fighting back with my Kiss lunch box, which I used as a weapon on the playground. In 1979, metal lunch boxes were banned because they were considered dangerous weapons in the hands of delinquents. I also wrote a song called "Get Your Gunn." The title is spelled with two n's because the song was a reaction to the murder of Dr. David Gunn, who was killed in Florida by pro-life activists while I was living there. That was the ultimate hypocrisy I witnessed growing up: that these people killed someone in the name of being "pro-life."


The somewhat positive messages of these songs are usually the ones that sensationalists misinterpret as promoting the very things I am decrying. Right now, everyone is thinking of how they can prevent things like Littleton. How do you prevent AIDS, world war, depression, car crashes? We live in a free country, but with that freedom there is a burden of personal responsibility. Rather than teaching a child what is moral and immoral, right and wrong, we first and foremost can establish what the laws that govern us are. You can always escape hell by not believing in it, but you cannot escape death and you cannot escape prison.


It is no wonder that kids are growing up more cynical; they have a lot of information in front of them. They can see that they are living in a world that's made of bullshit. In the past, there was always the idea that you could turn and run and start something better. But now America has become one big mall, and because of the Internet and all of the technology we have, there's nowhere to run. People are the same everywhere. Sometimes music, movies and books are the only things that let us feel like someone else feels like we do. I've always tried to let people know it's OK, or better, if you don't fit into the program. Use your imagination -- if some geek from Ohio can become something, why can't anyone else with the willpower and creativity?


I chose not to jump into the media frenzy and defend myself, though I was begged to be on every single TV show in existence. I didn't want to contribute to these fame-seeking journalists and opportunists looking to fill their churches or to get elected because of their self-righteous finger-pointing. They want to blame entertainment? Isn't religion the first real entertainment? People dress up in costumes, sing songs and dedicate themselves in eternal fandom. Everyone will agree that nothing was more entertaining than Clinton shooting off his prick and then his bombs in true political form. And the news -- that's obvious. So is entertainment to blame? I'd like media commentators to ask themselves, because their coverage of the event was some of the most gruesome entertainment any of us have seen.


I think that the National Rifle Association is far too powerful to take on, so most people choose Doom, The Basketball Diaries or yours truly. This kind of controversy does not help me sell records or tickets, and I wouldn't want it to. I'm a controversial artist, one who dares to have an opinion and bothers to create music and videos that challenge people's ideas in a world that is watered-down and hollow. In my work I examine the America we live in, and I've always tried to show people that the devil we blame our atrocities on is really just each one of us. So don't expect the end of the world to come one day out of the blue -- it's been happening every day for a long time.


MARILYN MANSON
(May 28, 1999)

http://www.audioleaf.com/maplesamurai1/

Ihanaa että joskus törmää niin täysin puskista johonkin näin hyvään! Niitten laulaja, Yousuke, oli käyny mulla mixissä ja kattelin sitte niitte sivut etc. kun jätkä on 22... shit XD Älytön ääni, saan harvoin kylmiä väreitä pelkästä äänestä ja kun kyseessä on vielä joku jota kuulen ihan ensimmäistä kertaa.... katotaan ymmärtääkö se englantia kun jtn höpötin sille mixillä*^_^*

******

heräten tänään, syvyyksistä taas
koska katsoin liikaa myöhäisillan tv-ohjelmia
kesken kaiken unohdan kappaleen jota olen juuri hyräilemässä itselleni
miten se menikään?
jos pysähdyn, jätetään minut jälkeen
mitä menetän tässä kaupungissa, mitä minulta vietiin?
aamunkajo maalaa kaupungin punaiseksi
näkymä joka ei ole muuttunut ikuisuuksiin

naapurin koira haukkuu kuin hullu jälleen kerran
puhaltaen läpi rauhan, jota pitää pystyssä vain paperinohut seinä
sotken huoneen
ja maailman, tehden törkeän paluun
myrtyneenä
peitä maa, kaupunki jossa kenkäsi eivät koskaan likaannu
tämä kaupunki muutti minut, tappoi sydämeni
yhtäkkinen kaatosade, jos se kastelee kaupungin ja minut
olen tiennyt alusta saakka, se oli tekosyy

mikä saa minut surulliseksi?
etten kykene itkemään, luulisin

aamunkajo maalaa kaupungin punaiseksi
päivät menevät menojaan, huusin huomista
tämän inhoamani kaupungin nurkassa
yritän, tämän hetken, hymyillä ihan vähän