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[Jan. 6th, 2012|09:43 am] |
 Интервью: Волшебный эфир! Гости: Владимир Чуров Владимир Чуров: Доверие к избирательной системе РФ было, есть и будет большим, чем в любой другой европейской стране на сегодняшний день...
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[Jul. 26th, 2011|09:12 pm] |
Drat hedgehogs cost 200 euros! |
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| Really moving |
[Jul. 15th, 2011|11:27 am] |
One of the best movies on euthanasia I've seen to date.
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[May. 17th, 2011|11:27 pm] |
hurf durf
derp derp derp |
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[Feb. 11th, 2011|11:08 pm] |
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[Jan. 21st, 2011|11:19 pm] |
Не так гладко как хотелось бы, но перевод вышел!
http://www.wormworldsaga.com/
Читайте на английском, ей богу. Я уже чувствую лучи в свой адрес... *надевает алюминиевую шапочку* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2011|08:23 pm] |
If you can listen past the noise, theres is some beauty in this. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2010|10:25 pm] |
Investigators at the time determined that the hikers tore open their tent from within, departing barefoot in heavy snow. Though the corpses showed no signs of struggle, two victims had fractured skulls, two had broken ribs, and one was missing her tongue. According to sources, four of the victims' clothing contained substantial levels of radiation. There is no mention of this in contemporary documentation; it only appears in later documents. Soviet investigators determined only that "a compelling unknown force" had caused the deaths.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyatlov_Pass |
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| The most evil villain in Disney movie so far. |
[Dec. 18th, 2010|04:43 pm] |
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault
I'm not to blame
It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame
It's not my fault
If in God's plan
He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man
Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
Guard:
Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped.
Frollo:
What?
Guard:
She's no longer in the cathedral. She's gone.
Frollo:
But how, I. . . never mind. Get out, you idiot!
I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris!
Hellfire
Dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
God have mercy on her
God have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn! |
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[Dec. 11th, 2010|08:28 pm] |
A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be. |
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