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  • necrotizer

    No mien darmen binne wat oerstjoer, dus ik mei de earste pear dagen gjin bier ensa xD Wat in karma no. Mar ja wol fet das't die live hest sjoent, ik lusterje se inderdaad (nog steeds) net :P

    4 jui. 17h43m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Dat is hjirre 20 minuutsjes wei ofsa, kin mooi even :) Godver, wy ha dit wiekein dorpsfeest, en ried ris wie der siik is xD

    4 jui. 15h20m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Kerel! Ja mien fekansje is no ek begûn dus wy matte we sawiesa ris wat oa sprekke inderdaad. Wannear komst do hjir byna langs dan?

    1 jui. 8h30m Répondre
  • Brisingr91

    hahahah geniaal :D Herkenbaaaaar xD Gekke beesten die honden!

    20 juin 10h33m Répondre
  • FolkBlackDoom

    It's my pleasure. Thanks, man!

    19 juin 23h12m Répondre
  • FolkBlackDoom

    Nice charts!

    16 juin 17h50m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Ah fet man, en mei in pear maten ofsa? En wannear sist fuort dan?

    2 juin 9h58m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Ja gjit sien gonkje wat no, ik hoop dat ik it rêd en oars nei de simmerfekansje de boel mar oaronde. Mooi dat it mei dei ek goed gjit, wat binne dien fekansje plannen? Ik tink dat wy wer nei tsjechie gean ofsa, nog net echt wat plant ofsa. En qua bandsjes, bin al in tiidsje net mear wat tsjin kommen eigenlyk, miskien de Italiaanse Nazgul mar die kist folgens my al ;)

    24 mai 16h26m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Oooh gangster, ja best je. Drok mei examens oaronde. En hoe is't mei dei gangster?

    21 mai 6h16m Répondre
  • AllaSmn

    Mast dylan's namme op s eem sjen :P

    10 mai 11h09m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Hey disse band hest al ris hjedder lustere mar dit noemer nog net :P

    28 mars 15h27m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Ha, keepje in nije tillefoan :) Mar ja is best jong, en oars belje ik dei wol we sjogge wol wie eerst is.

    21 mars 6h56m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Ha ja seker, it der hinne riiden is ek altiid al baas :)

    18 mars 17h59m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Fannewieke mar eem belje of net?

    16 mars 14h06m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Ja dat is ek sa kerel, mooi goedkeap juntsje toch :) En ha der ek seker nocht yn!

    11 mars 16h18m Répondre
  • Brisingr91

    Haha awwwww :D Ja zijn ook gewoon awesome honden! Ik was toevallig net corgi plaatjes aan het kijken haha xD

    7 mars 19h00m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Jo de kaartsjes binne besteld en downloaden ;)

    7 mars 16h58m Répondre
  • PamperBoy

    Geen ideeXD maar weet wel dat ik ok 250k+ zatXD

    7 mars 15h19m Répondre
  • PamperBoy

    Mn plays zijn gone!!! heb nog maar 71k?? TT.TT

    7 mars 14h43m Répondre
  • necrotizer

    Ik fien it hielendal best, we sjugge nog wol even at ik bliuw sliepen dan of net. Mar robert wol net mei tink ik, ik wol fannemidje de kaartsjes wol even bestelle want ik sil sa nei stage ;)

    4 mars 6h54m Répondre
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À propos de moi

When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
as by a shining brainless beacon
or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
when you are calm and joyful
and finally entirely alone
then in a great new darkness
you will finally execute your special plan

one needs to have a plan someone said who was turned away into the shadows
and who i had believed was sleeping or dead
imagine he said all the flesh that is eaten
the teeth tearing into it
the tongue tasting its savor
and the hunger for that taste
now take away that flesh he said
take away the teeth and the tongue
the taste and the hunger
take away everything as it is
that was my plan
my own special plan for this world
i listened to these words and yet i did not wonder
if this creature whom i had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision
even in his deepest dreams
or his most lasting death
because i had heard of such plans such visions
and i knew they did not see far enough
but what was demanded in a way of a plan
needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh
beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away
and so i began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night
and a strangely shining light
that owed nothing to the light of day

that day may seem like other days
once more we feel the tiny legged trepidations
once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear
but that day willhave no others after
no more worlds like this will follow
because i have a plan
a very special plan
no more worlds like this
no more days like that

there are but four ways to die a sardonic spirit might have said to me
there is dying that occurs relatively suddenly
there is dying that occurs relatively gradually
there is dying that occurs relatively painlessly
there is the death that is full of pain
thus by various means they are combined
the sudden and the gradual
the painless and the painful
to yield but four ways to die
and there are no others
even after the voice stopped speaking
I listened for it to speak again
after hours and day and years have passed
I listened for some further words
yet all I heard were the faintest echoes reminding me
there are no others
there are no others
was it then that I began to conceive for this world
a special plan?

there are no means for escaping this world
it penetrates even into your sleep
and is his substance
you are caught in your own dreaming
where there is no space
and a hell forever where there is no time
you cant do nothing you aren't told to do
there is no hope for escape from this dream
that was never yours
the very words you speak are only its very words
and you talk like a traitor
under its incessant torture

there are many who have designs upon this world
and dream of wild and vast reformations
i have heard them talking in their sleep
of elegant mutations
and cunning annihilations
i have heard them whispering in the corners of crooked houses
and in the alleys and narrow back streets of this crooked creaking universe
which they with their new designs were made straight and sound
but each of these new and ill conceived designs
is deranged in its heart
for they see this world as if it were alone and original
and not as only one of count with others
whose nightmares all precede
like a hideous garden grown from a single seed
i have heard these dreamers talking in their sleep
and i stand waiting for them
as at the top of a darkened flight of stairs
they know nothing of me
and none of the secrets of my special plan
while i know every crooked creaking step of theirs

it was the voice of someone who was waiting in the shadows
who was looking at the moon and waiting for me to turn the corner
and enter a narrow street
and stand with him in the dull glaze of moonlight
then he said to me
he whispered
that my plan was misconceived
that my special plan for this world was a terrible mistake
because, he said, there is nothing to do and there is no where to go
there is nothing to be and there is no one to know
your plan is a mistake,he repeated
this world is a mistake, i replied

the children always followed him
when they saw him hopping by
a funny walk
a funny man
a funny funny funny man
he made them laugh sometimes
he made them laugh oh yes he did
he did he did he did he did
oh how he made them roll
one day he took them to a place
he knew a special place
and told them things about this world
this funny funny funny world
which made them laugh sometimes
he made them laugh oh yes he did
he did he did he did he did
oh how he made them roll
then the funny man who made them laugh
sometimes he did
revealed to them his special plan
his very special funny plan
knowing they would understand
and maybe laugh sometimes
he made them laugh
oh yes he did
he did he did he did he did
their eyes grew wide beneath there lids
and how he made them roll

i first learned the facts from a lunatic
in a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space
there are no people
nothing at all like that
the human phenomenon is but the sum of densely coiled layers of illusion
each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity
but there are persons of any kind
when all that can be is mindless mirrors
laughing and screaming as they parade about
in an endless dream
but when i asked the lunatic what it was
it swore itself within these mirrors
as they marched endlessly in stale time and space
he only looked and smiled
then he laughed and screamed
and in his black and empty eyes
i saw for a moment as in a mirror
a form the shade of divinity
in flight from its stale infinity
oftime and space and the worst of all
of this world dreams
my special plan for the laughter
and the screams

we went to see some little show
that was staged in an old shed
past the edge of town
and in its beginnings all seemed well
the miniature curtain stage glowed in the darkness
while those dolls bounced along on their strings before our eyes
and in its beginnings all seemed well
but then there came a suttle turning point which some have noticed
and i was one
who quietly left the show
no i did not
because i could see where things were going
as the antics of those dolls grew strange
and the fragile strings grew taut
with their tiny pullings ,tiny limbs
the others around me became appalled
and turned away and abandoned the show
that was staged in an old shed
past the edge of town
but i wanted to witness what could never be
i wanted to see what could not be seen
but the moment of consummate disaster
when puppets turned to face the puppet master

it was twilight and i stood in a grayish haze of the vast empty building
when the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
all the things of this world it said
are of but one essence
for which there are no words
this is the greater part which has no beginning or end
and the one essence of this world for which there can be no words
is that all the things of this world
this is the lesser part which had a beginning and shall have an end
and for which words were conceived solely to speak of
the tiny broken beings of this world it said
the beginnings and endings of this world it said
for which words were conceived solely to speak of
now remove these words and what remains it asks me
as i stood in the twilight of that vast empty building
but i did not answer
the question echoed over and over
but i remained silent until the echoes died
and as twilight passed into the evening i felt my
special plan for which there are no words
moving towards a greater darkness

there are some who have no voices
or none that will ever speak
because of the things they know about this world
and the things they feel about this world
because the thoughts that fill a brain
that is a damaged brain
because the pain that fills a body
that is a damaged body
exists in other worlds
countless other worlds
each of which stands alone in an infinite empty blackness
for which no words are being conceived
and whereno voices are able to speak
when a brain is filled only with damaged thoughts
when a damaged body is filled only with pain
and stands alone in a world surrounded by infinite empty blackness
and exists in a world for which there is no special plan

when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
as by a shining brainless beacon
or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
when you are calm and joyful
and finally entirely alone
then in a great new darkness
you will finally execute your special plan

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