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I also don't eat garbage. For example, cheese with sugar and dumplings with ketchup and Pepsi.
Added 36 minutes later Although, of course, there is nothing shameful about it. Humans don't eat garbage, but animals do. Their own and others' feces. I have seen with my own eyes how a dog eats horse manure, for example. Wolves are the same.
I saw a gorilla eating its own poop on TV. It went to the toilet and then immediately had lunch. How great is that? And it doesn't have to look for food.
Okay... Have you heard:
I'll sing a quiet song, oh so quiet, oh so quiet...?
Added 2 minutes later
I'll go up the steep mountain
I'll sing a quiet song
Oh, so quiet, oh so quiet
I'll sing a quiet song
And the sun was already rising early
My mother woke us up early
Oh, so early, oh so early
My mother woke us up early
And these are your children, you raised them yourself
You had all these children, and you raised them yourself
You raised them yourself, you raised them yourself
You had all these children, and you raised them yourself
I managed to fit 12 GB of music onto my flash drive; I don't know what else I had with me, and I don't know what to listen to now. %) Where's Arcomage? I want to make fun of him!
Pelmeni is not a healthy food. It's delicious, especially with mayonnaise or sour cream, which is much better than with ketchup, but it's best not to eat it too often. Just like you shouldn't overindulge in shawarma or juice in pouches. And definitely don't drink cola with it.
though you may have heard it, maybe even listened to it
Three good girls: Lyuba, Nadya, Verochka All are dead, they were killed, and we were there We saw them screaming, but kept silent Though we knew that blood would be spilled
Love died first - the sweetest of them all A beautiful girl, everyone liked her How life melted with fear in her eyes May she be well in heaven The next dead body was Faith The one who wanted to warm everyone with her kindness She helped anyone who felt bad They beat the soul out of her with special cruelty And Hope died last; never before Had I seen a person take so long to die As if the one taking her soul for himself had doubts Maybe it would be better if that cheerful laughter went on But they killed them all, no one survived Everything is as before, nobody cares at all We let them be killed so we could live in peace So as not to believe, not to hope, and not to love Nine days passed, forty days, and so on We desecrated their graves and trampled them down We lost three girls and we do not feel sorry That inside there is black emptiness, trash and junk We no longer believe words, no longer love people We do not hope for the best in the chain of gray days On our own, with no spark in our eyes or flame in our souls Silently downing vodka and making money Selling the butchered bodies of three tortured girls Waiting for a convenient moment became a surrogate for faith Hope was long ago replaced with an artificial paradise And we rearrange Love with + in places We know our hands are bloody up to the elbows, but we play the hypocrite We pretend we believe, hope, love, make films Sing songs, write books, breathe the stench of corpses We sway time and do not hear the screams of a dying conscience We are calm, our conscience is clear, we betrayed no one We were in a state of passion, we knew not what we did We live by new victories and old troubles Not remembering the past, what good will there be in our future Our present is an invented happiness Blow on it and it will fall apart like a house of cards Our concerns have become thoughts of how to steal more Eat sweeter food and sleep more often Only something is missing; something is clawing inside Scientists struggle to raise the trinity from the dead, knowing it will pay off a hundredfold Ideals are in great demand these days They became stars after death, but it is too late It is not serious, and it is foolish, to try to make corpses live No method can bring them back to life again Faith, Hope, Love, may your memory be bright In your honor, girls, a minute of silence
Amatory - Kiss My Blood
Hey you, look into my eyes Open your body, show me yourself What you are inside, what you are outside Use your chance, I need only you Try just once to be me Feel just once the enemy behind your back You are searching for what comes from nowhere Use your chance, I need only you
How many times I tried to forget you, to forget myself It is hard to imagine How many times I tried to kill you, to kill myself To rid us of each other
Again you are locked inside someone else's dream You wander in dreams; there is no way out for you Through your scream I hear again Hey you, kiss my blood!
Something inside me is growing deep down Forcing me to breathe... I am walking on a needle and do not believe in fate But I will keep silent
Amatory - Stronger Than Me
One more hanged soul - yes That renounced me Who am I? I am your hero A fallen angel Your first
The last days are melting - suicide Driving glass under the skin Dreams are burning out, but not about you Rising into the air ever HIGHER FASTER STRONGER
It is your turn to change this world Life is not over, you will not become someone else There is time; who are you to yourself One more hanged soul
The earth sweats blood Taking you with it
The earth cannot carry you Only I am capable of that The answer comes with foam at the mouth To the main question you will answer - NO!
The last days are melting - suicide Driving glass under the skin Dreams are burning out, but not about you Rising into the air ever HIGHER FASTER STRONGER THAN ME
Whisper of blood, endure this Whisper of blood, echoes of pain Whisper of blood... Whisper of blood Endure Endure Endure THIS
With pain in my chest I know what awaits me In this filth no one will find the light A clear liquid will flow from the eyes Your gentle voice lies to me beautifully I am trying to understand what your revenge is I knock into nowhere, shattering against sheet metal And emptiness reigns in this soul One more... One more...
Amatory - Crimson Dawn
I hear footsteps - it is a pulse I need your blood Rage filled my hands Was there love there You sensed the tone of thirst How flesh beats in agony I waited for this night, I waited for this night!
You will be the first To laugh in death's face In death's face!
Light will fill your eyes And tears of happiness Will pour down on me like rain
This is your dream Suffocation drives you mad You feel the cold inside Light pierces me I have become stronger than fear It will burn before your eyes
That is why you will scream To survive this night Survive this night!
Light will fill your eyes And tears of happiness (happiness) Will pour down on me like rain Look - in the eyes I see How the soul drinks blood For the last time
I follow your tracks Only dawn will save you You will beg me To leave you alive To leave you alive You will beg me To leave you alive
Light will fill your eyes And tears of happiness (happiness) Will pour down on me like rain Look - in the eyes I see How the soul drinks blood For the last time In the eyes I see How you drink blood Drink blood
Draconian - Seasons Apart
It does not really sound angry, but it is incredibly sad, actually
Take my hand; Follow me through tranquility Stay with me, you will see ardour where shadows grow Feel my heart, relieve your hope of this fading love Winter came far too soon, but still the flowers bloom
And winter came too soon, and will the flowers die; Bow down their heads under the cold, cold sky? In a world growing blind, Who can expect me to see the pain that I caused?
It's the end for me and you Somehow we always knew, 'Cause the guilt we had to hide Was right here at our side
Heal my heart before it breaks, Shade these austere lights... Heal that wound that came to me... Take me away from here
Blindfold my eyes with thy grace... The hope runs dry, and the words of comfort; I heard how they cracked... We are breathing the shame I am the one to blame
It's the end for me and you Somehow we always knew, 'Cause the guilt we had to hide Was right here at our side
Nightwish - The Kinslayer
You have to get into this one. Google the meaning of this song; you need some extra background for it
For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion
Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry - Their only comfort Kill your friend, I don`t care Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand No need to forgive No truth no sense left to be followed
"Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend" "Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!"
"In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way" "Your praying is in vain It`ll all be over soon" "Father help me, save me a place by your side!" "There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves"
"Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones"
"Drunk with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game"
"Run away with your impeccable kin!"
"- Good wombs hath borne bad sons..." Cursing, God, why? Falling for every lie Survivors` guilt In us forevermore
15 candles Redeemers of this world Dwell in hypocrisy: "How were we supposed to know?"
4 pink ones 9 blue ones 2 black ones
Nightwish - Tenth Men Down
oday I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I'd kill them all to save my own
Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no One by one, We will fall, down down Pull the plug, End the pain, Run'n fight for life Hold on tight, this ain't my fight
Deliver me from this war It's not for me it's because of you Devil's instant my eternity Obey to kill to save yourself
Cut me free...
"I envy the 9 lives that gave me hell My path made up by their torn bodies Man to man, soldier to soldier, dust to dust Call me a coward but I can't take it anymore"
They wait for me back home The live with eyes turned away They were the first ones to see They are the last ones to bleed
"The ultimate high as all beautiful dies A ruler's tool, priest's excuse, tyrant's delight... I alone, the great white hunter I'll march till the dawn brings me rest 10th patriot at the gallow's pole!"
Cut me free...
And Graveworm!!111
Graveworm - Legions Unleashed
I crying to the night – Legions unleashed!!!! Screaming in pain, spitting the blood to the god Destruction of the dying has begun Forces of evil, raise the sword to the sky Fire in the night, the demons arrived In the arms of the ancient beast Fire, death and fear The darkness spread their wings of death The horned one implore The legions waked up from the graves To be unleashed by their clame Demon of the ancient world Invading darkest skies Forest whispers laments of pain Blood flows on the ground Fear, the only way to see The essence of life ends Breathe the stench of buried soul Pleasure of the death When the stars falls like tears from the sky Devoted to the powers of black northern might Wolves howl to honour the moon Awaits the reign of dark Creatures of the night arrived Embraced by darkest might Blood their only trace to kill Between the dreams they ride Marches straight to end the life Mankind of foible faith Beyond the temple of the lost Arrival of plague and death The garden withered into dust Might of spell take life Nocturnal eyes reflects the flames Ancient race of the gods Masterpiece of destruction The agony and pain The end of the world begun The time has come: Legions unleashed
Graveworm - (N)Utopia
World is changing every day World is changing every moment But some little things remain the same They hurt my mind – a real pain!
Look around what you see Only hate and misery This world – a poisoned ball We destroy ourself – so we fall!
We have to give our best But who is changing all the rest We're jumping the world into a better world Your help we need today, Forget what you did your mother say We're jumping the world into a better world No standing still – madness we kill We're jumping the world into a better world All is prepared We're starting nor the world music show We're jumping the world into a better world
So come on jump
We have to give our best But who is changing all the rest We're jumping the world into a better world Your help we need today, Forget what you did your mother say We're jumping the world into a better world
World is changing every day World is changing every moment But some little things remain the same They hurt my mind – a real pain!
Look around what you see Only hate and misery This world – a poisoned ball The salvation – today we're gonna jump!
Graveworm - Hateful Design
Confessions of your mind After thousand days of killing Death was my life and pain where my thoughts Pleasure of the death, there is no regret Boiling in my veins
Another death - another lust In my eyes there is something wrong Another life - another soul Nobody gives a damn
The plague will unleashed and the race will begun Run for desire for the lust to die The innocent souls and the smell in the air Killing - raping - destroying of souls
Watch them cross the line of life Do not feel the pain inside Emotions are gone every breath he takes Take control of their essence of life
[-Chorus-] Bloodred face of lust Take the chance, do it again Screaming out for blood Silence on the overground Calling the death Mortals have ceased to be Motionless stand afraid One more time my hateful design
Carnal desires the treasure to survive Watching out for victims, visions of a dying world Screaming bodies surrounded by pain The neverending ritual will always go on
Once again - another fight You choose your way to die Another time - another friend Let the show start again!
[-Chorus-]
My hateful design
Graveworm - Never Enough
1, 2, 3, 4! Stop command!!!
I feel so sick inside Unused your human mind Untrue is that you see outside I knock you out!
You never said: ''I'm sorry!'' You've never been a friend, Important four you success and money Stop command!!!
The job your family The sad cruelity No conversation No explanation
[-Chorus-] Even not rich enough No place for feelings and stupid stuff Less - I love you Just more - I hate you You blind bastard When did you sell your heart
Don't tell us bullshit Don't tell us lies in your part you failed What you mean? Stop!!!
[-Chorus-]
1, 2, 3, 4 Stop command!!!
[-Chorus-]
1, 2, 3, 4 Stop command!!!
Stop!
Graveworm - Suicide Code
Loose your life by manipulation Slept away by another frustration The simply truth I fear is here Dying in its sleep
They called my name, I bled for life Hear them cry again The blood has left me cold inside Time will tell the truth of life
It's time to die another way The way of suicide Slowly floating poison The perfect day for my final time
[Pre-Chorus] I kill for hate of your preacher and leaders The hopes and prays of all blindly believers Nothing betray a weakness Lost in the scars of sorrow
Die with their lies of justice and sureness Betrayed by the tyrants, destroyed by your master They will take your soul apart And let you burn in hell
[Chorus] Hate ... is what I feel Fear ... deep in me Death ... so cold and quiet Love ... will never die
Hate ... is what I feel Fear ... deep in me Death ... so cold and quiet Enter ... suicide code
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
As they all close their eyes The dark turned off the light They turned me into dead I learned to hate the people I never thought I would be there (again) A life joke, just senseless I feel my life goes away I fear as I saw this end
Graveworm Renaissance In Blood
Bleed for the death From the river of pain And the stream of fear Another fight for revenge Marching to the lines Buried in dust Only death remains
Sacrifice, death for human race The end of all life Covered in blood The comin of destruction Deadly touch of hell Mist of the dawn Revel in flesh
A wind of powers blows from the sky Raging fury, the enemy arrives Riding straight with hate in their soul PAIN - Renaissance in blood
Blood will flow, screams in the sky Fire enlightens the blackest night The gates of the damned opened their arms DIE - Renaissance in blood
Bleed for the death From the river of pain and the stream of fear another fight for revenge marching to the lines buried in dust only death remains
Sacrifice, death for human race The end of all life Covered in blood The comin of destruction Deadly touch of hell Mist of the dawn Revel in flesh
A field of frozen tears remains Darkness reigns the crumbling sky the storm of death screams for revenge FEAR - Renaissance in blood
Shadows and dust lies on the ground Across the sky they are flying high And soon the world will cease to be DIE - Renaissance in blood
no, actually it came out gloomy, because you have to listen to them; the anger is in the music as a whole nah, there is no anger in NW) they are cuties
Added after 2 minutes Lok, go eat vegetables and fruit, drink juice, open doors only with a special cloth so you do not dirty your hands or catch something; in short, live a healthy lifestyle. And I am going to eat pelmeni with ketchup and enjoy it.
Added after 9 minutes For Lok, on topic. As a child I read a dumb book: the author was Dmitry Yemets, the book was Mefody Buslaev, and there are a ton of them in the series. In the second part there was a character named Anton Ogurtsov.
...You can be afraid of anything. There are many thousands of fears, or phobias. Fear of darkness is called achluophobia, cold - frigophobia, loneliness - eremophobia, the terror of being buried alive - taphophobia, open spaces - agoraphobia, daylight - phenophobia, bearded people - pogonophobia, insomnia - clinophobia, getting up in the morning - stasiphobia, robbers - harpaxophobia, work - ergasiophobia. There are no fewer manias than phobias. The most harmless one consists of washing one's hands every minute. Besides manias and phobias, there are several dozen "philias" that promise their owners nothing but trouble, often criminal trouble. Statistically, the average, utterly unremarkable lopukhoid is haunted by one phobia and a couple of manias. Few can boast of more. And yet such unique specimens do occur. In Moscow, on Stromynka Street, in a beautiful elite building with little towers and round windows, there lived a certain individual who was pursued by absolutely every existing phobia and more than half of all manias. Anton Ogurtsov was a notable person. He had broad shoulders, plump cheeks with a brazen piglet blush, and a firm, well-bred nose. He might even have passed for handsome, if not for the constant expression of hunted terror in his eyes and his offended lips folded into a bow. A former medical student who had been kicked out after his second year, he knew too much. Even now, ten years later, while holding a mid-level post at the representative office of an Austrian company that made disposable napkins, cotton swabs, and paper towels, Ogurtsov suffered from the burden of his knowledge. The half-trained medic saw dangers where others happily missed them. What, one would think, could be sweeter than picking your nose with your finger? But no, achtung! Get carried away and you can easily add yourself, beloved as you are, to the ranks of clinical idiots. How? Easily! Pressing his lips together, forever frozen in expectation of disaster, Ogurtsov would explain to you that while extracting a dried little booger from your nose, you can easily introduce an infection through the capillaries, which in turn will cause a blockage of the blood vessels in the brain. "And that is only the beginning!" Ogurtsov would exclaim, and, rolling his tormented Graves'-disease eyes, would reveal a terrible secret. Fish accumulates mercury. Canned food increases the likelihood of cancer. If you get up sharply from a chair, you can easily have a stroke. The sharp foil from Alyonka chocolate is capable of cutting a vein if you saw at it with that foil for a while. And our food itself? What is it if not a cemetery of pesticides, herbicides, E preservatives, and hormonal additives!
But if only all the horrors of the world were limited to that! How easy, how splendid life would be then! Alas, unfortunate Ogurtsov knew hundreds of times more. Take transport, for instance. Airplanes fall into oceans. Trolleybuses burn like matches. If a trolleybus did not burn today, that means it burned yesterday. Buses only pretend they have a route and stops. In reality, they patiently look for a closed railway barrier so they can smash it and stall. And the metro? Its air is full of the gravest infections. Escalators, when they break, grab gaping poor souls with toothed wheels and drag them into their clanking belly. And the maniac drivers rushing into tunnels with a smirk on their lips and passengers trapped in the pneumatic doors? Sad, very sad was the life of ill-fated Anton Ogurtsov. He did not live so much as exist. Even in the evening, collapsing in exhaustion onto his bachelor bed, made with antiseptic sheets he had issued to himself free of charge for advertising purposes, he could not lose himself in saving sleep. Ogurtsov lay there and remembered that streptococci live in pillows, that a glass of tea drunk before bed can cause vomiting, and that a smoldering mattress can suffocate a sleeping person in five minutes. In the middle of the night he would wake in a cold sweat. He imagined that the safety valve on a pipe had blown off and the apartment was filling with methane. In addition, a nasty little falsetto regularly whispered to him that, statistically, ninety percent of people die in bed. That same tireless little falsetto urged Anton Ogurtsov to be vigilant about his health. At various times the employee of the foreign company suspected himself of having spondyloarthritis, peritonitis, pyoderma, helminthiasis, iritis, astigmatism, cancer, lymphadenitis, polyneuritis, endocarditis, cirrhosis, tracheitis, leprosy, and gingivitis. The fact that none of these diagnoses was confirmed did not weaken his natural suspiciousness. There was not a single major medical luminary whose office Ogurtsov had not visited. Homeopaths, virologists, dermatologists, allergists, bacteriologists, gastroenterologists, therapists, toxicologists, and phthisiatricians all knew him by sight. To all of them, the worker of the napkin front displayed his athletic torso and the wary eyes of a paranoid man. It was impossible to get rid of the frightened Ogurtsov, burning with the desire to learn the truth. He clung like a leech and sobbed into the doctors' waistcoats, begging: "Professor, do not deceive me! Tell me the truth, however cruel it may be!" In despair, the doctors used their last resort: they sent the minister of antibacterial napkins to their colleagues, also venerable luminaries, against whom they had a grudge. The doctors tossed Ogurtsov back and forth like a cast-iron blank, hurrying to use him to do an enemy a bad turn. As a result, the histologist sent Anton to the cardiologist, the ophthalmologist to the balneologist, and the endocrinologist to the orthopedist. As a farewell, each luminary still considered it his duty to prescribe Ogurtsov something as a keepsake. As a result, in Anton's kitchen cabinet there stood rows of papazol, asparkam, riboxin, nitrosorbide, norsulfazole, erinit, etazole, senade, sustac, theophylline, levomycetin, holosas in little blue bottles, holosas in little red bottles, teturam, sodium nembutal, nootropil, suprastin, hydrocortisone, and his favorite of all medicines, whose name Ogurtsov pronounced in two passionate sighs - anoxicillin 0,123%. The mighty organism of the athlete was still successfully coping with all this filth, devoured daily in unimaginable quantities.
As for bad habits, the duke of napkins and master of the order of cotton swabs did not have a problem with them so much as none at all. That column contained solid dashes. When people smoked near him, he turned green. Sometimes he drank wine, but only as part of ampelotherapy, one teaspoon twice a day. Things were even more strained for Ogurtsov with girls. If one of them ever approached the muscular handsome man with interest, Ogurtsov immediately took flight. Where others saw girls, he saw hordes of microbes, hepatitis, and the flu virus. When Ogurtsov turned thirty-five, his parents, who lived in Noginsk near Moscow, raised the alarm and took him in a tight wrestling hold, forcing him to marry. After resisting stubbornly for about half a year, the suspicious employee of the disposable-napkin company surrendered. He sighed obediently, ate his vitamins, and began reading ads on the Internet. Having written Zozo a very modest letter - the first non-business letter of his life - he was extremely surprised when he was immediately seized by the white hands and urgently mobilized for a date.
Happy Life
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