não resisti tive que postar essa tirinha.

conteudo

estive eu pensando hoje a respeito desse blog, sim meus caros leitores eu penso a respeito desse blog, penso a respeito de muitas coisas, inclusive gnomos, gnomos são legais, mas voltando ao blog, estava eu refletindo, qual é o objetivo dessa joça, inicialmente eu criei um blog so pq eu lia um blog mto legal e queria isso pra mim tambem, enfim, falei falei e não respondi a pergunta crucial:
QUAL O OBJETIVO DESSA MERDA?!

R: EU NÃO SEI!

então pequenos leitores deste blog(que quase não existem), estou numa jornada desenfreada para achar algo pra fazer com esse blog, até pq eu num posso deletar essa joça, o nome é mto lega! diario do nerd owna parceiro!

Tudo sobre ciência.....

Eu gostaria de ter estado nessa aula... u.u

Tirinha fodástica

salves ao nosso amado coffe, quem não conhece que passe a conhecer, o cara é dono do site mais foderosão(na minha Umilde< sem "h" mesmo > opinião) de toda a história da net =)

quem ai quiser ler o site éééééééé.....
num lembro, é so procurar no google nebulosa nerd bar(eu faço assim) :P

Seu Hermann, grande gênio....

"O melhor motor do mundo é a vagina.
Ele pode ser iniciado com um dedo.
É auto-lubrificante.
Comporta pistões de qualquer tamanho.
E troca seu própio óleo a cada quatro semanas.
Só é uma pena que o sistema de gerenciamento
seja tão temperamental."

Dr.Hermann Otto Kloepneekler.
M.D Ph.D - 1912

errr, oi

seja la quem leia isso, seja chuck norris(ele sabe de tudo) ou o pandinha, ou mais algum desocupado que achou essa merda desse blog no google.....
não vou dar explicações pq num to escrevendo *boladão* enfim, tamo aew na semi-desatividade, ainda vivo, mas ok.....



*sem assunto* ..........................
*ainda sem assunto *.......................
vou postar uma piada:

“Estavam brincando de esconde-esconde: Einstein, Newton, Pascal, Galileu Galilei entre outros grandes nomes da Física.
Era a vez de Einstein tampar a cara e começar a contar enquanto os demais se escondiam.
Todos conseguiram um esconderijo com exceção de Newton, que sobrou.
Tentou Newton se esconder atrás do sofá, mas levou um “chega pra lá” de Pascal:
- eu já to aqui, vai se esconder em outro lugar!.
Tentou então se esconder atrás da cortina mas lá estava Galileu.
Sem opção de esconderijo, Newton pegou um giz e desenhou um quadrado com arestas iguais a 1 metro no chão da sala, e ficou ali em cima do quadrado.
Einstein termina a contagem e de cara encontra Newton:
- Newton, já te achei cara, você não se escondeu não?
- Opa!!! pera aê, mas eu sou Pascal!!!”


piadas para nerd, se você não entendeu pare de ler essa merda desse blog, aé, se eu postar mais algum video porvafor se lembrem de me bater.

Ressuscitamento forçado à pedido do pandinha(meu UNICO leitor) kkk

Walking After You

Foo Fighters

Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds
Dreaming aloud
Things just won't do without you, matter of fact
Oh oh ohh, I'm on your back
I'm on your back
Oh oh ohh, I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more
Weren't you adored?
I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Oh oh ohh, I'm on your back
I'm on your back
Oh oh ohh, I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

Another heart is cracked
In two
I'm on your back ohh

I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Oh oh ohh, I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you 

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you 

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

Another heart is cracked
In two
I'm on your back
Ohh
Ohh

"Here the man of creative imagination pays a ghastly price for all his superiorities and immunities. It's the particular penalty of those who pursue strange butterflies into dark forests, and go fishing in the enchanted and forbidden streams"

                                                                                                                                            Mencken.

"We work in the dark—we do what we can do—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art."
                                                                                                                                            Henry James.

Sempre procuro me lembrar dessas citações quando estou tentando escrever algo, ou ate mesmo quando estou sem inspiração, porem nem elas tem me inspirado, e agora josé?

Ozzy pra vida x)

Paranoid

Ozzy Osbourne

Composição: Ozzy Osbourne, Tony Iommi, Geezer Butler e Bill Ward

Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me?
Occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel so love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late

Jesus Of Suburbia

Green Day

Composição: Billie Joe Armstrong / Mike Dirnt / Tré Cool

Part I
Jesus of Suburbia
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
Who don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the Moms & Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Part II
City of the Damned
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
Part III
I don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care (4x)
I don't care.....
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care! (5x)
Part IV
Dearly beloved
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded?
Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse
Part V
Tales of another broken home
To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away to find what to believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run ,I run away
To the light of masochist
And I, leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame, i wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving home.

gosto mtu dessa musica, é a unica musica do green day que eu acho foda =)

Pra varia um pouco...

Ich Tu Dir Weh

Rammstein

Composição: Kruspe / Landers / Lindemann / Lorenz / Riedel / Schneider

Nur für mich bist du am leben
Ich steck dir orten ins gesicht
Du bist mir ganz und gar ergeben
Du liebst mich denn ich lieb' dich nicht
Du blutest für mein seelenheil
Ein kleiner schnitt und du wirst geil
Der körper - schon total entstellt
Egal, erlaubt ist, was gefällt
Ich tu' dir weh.
Tut mir nicht leid!
Das tut dir gut.
Hör wie es schreit!
Bei dir habe ich die wahl der qual
Stacheldraht im harnkanal
Leg dein fleisch in salz und eiter
Erst stirbst du doch dann lebst du weiter
Bisse, tritte, harte schläge
Nadel, zangen, stumpfe säge
Wünsch' dir was, ich sag nicht nein
Und führ' dir nagetiere ein
Ich tu' dir weh.
Tut mir nicht leid!
Das tut dir gut.
Hör wie es schreit!
Ich tu' dir weh.
Tut mir nicht leid!
Es tut dir gut.
Hör wie es schreit!
Du bist das schiff, ich der kapitän
Wohin soll denn die reise geh'n?
Ich seh' im spiegel dein gesicht
Du liebst mich denn ich lieb' dich nicht
Ich tu' dir weh.
Tut mir nicht leid!
Das tut dir gut.
Hört wie es schreit!
Ich tu' dir weh.
Tut mir nicht leid!
Das tut dir gut.
Hör wie es schreit!
Ich tu' dir weh.
Tut mir nicht leid!
Das tut dir gut.
Hör wie's schreit!

The Prince Of Darkness(não que eu concorde...)

Dreamer

Gazing through the window at the world outside

Wondering will mother earth survive

Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her, sometime

After all there’s only just the two of us

And here we are still fighting for our lives

Watching all of history repeat itself, time after time

I’m just a dreamer

I dream my life away

I’m just a dreamer

Who dreams of better days

I watch the sun go down like everyone of us

I’m hoping that the dawn will bring good signs

A better place for those who will come after us, this time

I’m just a dreamer

I dream my life away, oh yeah

I’m just a dreamer

Who dreams of better days

Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ

It doesn’t really matter much to me

Without each others help there ain’t no hope for us

I’m living in a dream of fantasy, oh yeah yeah yeah

If only we could all just find serenity

It would be nice if we could live as one

When will all this anger hate and bigotry be done

I’m just a dreamer

I dream my life away, today

I’m just a dreamer

Who dreams of better days, oh yeah

I’m just a dreamer

Who’s searching for the way, today

I’m just a dreamer

Dreaming my life away, oh yeah yeah yeah

O.o"

 

You're with your baby
And you're parked alone
On a summer night
You're deep in love
But you're deeper in the woods
You think you're doin' alright
Did you hear that voice
Did you see that face
Or was it just a dream
This can't be real
That only happens, babe
On the movie screen
Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole
You're swimmin' with your girl
Out on lovers' lake
And the wind blows cold
It chills your bones
But you're still on the lake
That's a bad mistake
But the moon was full
And you had a chance
To be all alone
But you're not alone
This is your last dance
And your last romance
Oh, if you see him comin'
Get away if you can
Just keep on runnin'
Run as fast as you can
He's a dangerous, dangerous man
And he's out tonight
And he's watchin' you
And he knows you house
No, don't turn out the lights
Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole

So para costar! O.o

não tenho conseguido escrever PORRA NENHUMA ultimamente, portanto vossas senhorias devem se contentar com posts com videos foderosos do meu idolo Alice Cooper, bom, tenho medo de que se eu voltar a escrever algum dia chege alguem e peça para que eu pare de escrever e volte apenas a postar musicas, afinal eu não tenho nivel pra competir com ele né?!
mais devo lembrar que: ESSA MERDA DESSE BLOG É MEU E EU POSTO O QUE EU BEM ENTENDER!!!! tatata, eu sou revolts lol, aproposito, acho que revolts e giria de emo, e eu não sou emo(pelo menos tento não ser =x)
bjundas

Meu Idolo =x

Die For You

Alice Cooper

A hundred numbers on my wall
Some with names I sometimes call
I drop a coin and watch it fall
Tryin' to get connected to you
A thousand hours all alone
My softest pillow turns hard as stone
This is the longest night on my own
Lying here thinking of you
Sometimes I shake my head
And laugh to myself
I'd like to start again with somebody else
I'm like a broken toy forgotten on the shelf
Baby, I could have been someone
I could have been something
It would have been nothing to die for you
Baby, you're going to need me
You'd better believe me It would have been easy to die for you
A million memories flood my brain
Drown my sorrow
Kill my pain
Whets my thirst for you again
Just another night to get through
All my neighbors scream for quiet at my door
Shattered glass and torn up photos on the floor
Well, I couldn't stand to see your pictures anymore
Baby, I could have been someone
I could have been something
It would have been nothing to die for you
Baby, you're going to need me
You'd better believe me It would have been easy to die for you
These cuts are deep but you plead innocent
Are you hell or are you heaven-sent
You're much to cold to know how much
You meant to me, yeah
A billion tear drops fallen from my eyes
But it's just a joke now
And I'm laughing at your lies
You make me hard as rock and now I realize
Baby, I could have been someone
I could have been something
It would have been nothing to die for you
Baby, you're going to need me
You'd better believe me It would have been easy to die for you

MAIS MAIS MAIS!!!

FODA!!!

(vincent price speaks)
Leaving lepidoptera...Please, don't touch the display,
little boy, aha cute! Moving to the next aisle we have
arachnida, the spiders, our...finest collection.
This friendly little devil is the heptothilidi,
unfortunately harmless. Next to him, the nasty licosa
raptoria, his tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of
the skin (laugh). And here, my prize, the Black
Widow. Isn't she lovely?...And so deadly. Her kiss is
fifteen times as poisonous as that of the rattlesnake.
You see her venom is highly neurotoxic, which is to say
that it attacks the central nervous system causing
intense pain, profuse sweating, difficulty in
breathing, loss of consciousness, violent convulsions
and, finally...Death. You know what I think I love the
most about her is her inborn need to dominate,
possess. In fact, immediately after the consummation
of her marriage to the smaller and weaker male of the
species she kills and eats him...(laugh) oh, she is
delicious...And I hope he was! Such power and dignity
...unhampered by sentiment. If I may put forward a
slice of personal philosophy, I feel that man has ruled
this world as a stumbling dimented child-king long
enough! And as his empire crumbles, my precious Black
Widow shall rise as his most fitting successor!


These words he speaks are true
We're all humanary stew if
We don't pledge allegiance to
The Black Widow

The horror that he brings
The horror of his sting
The unholiest of kings
The Black Widow

Our minds will be his toy
And every girl and boy will learn to be employed by
The Black Widow

Love me
Yes we love me
Love him
Yes we love him
Love me
Yes we love him

He sits upon his throne and picks at all the bones of his
Husbands and his
Wives he's devoured
He stares with a gleam
With a laugh so obscene at the virgins and the children
He's deflowered

Love me
Yes we love me
Love him
Yes we love him
Love me
Yes we love him
Love me
Yes we love him

Our thoughts are hot and crazed
Our brains are webbed in haze
Of mindless senseless daze
The Black Widow

These words he speaks are true
We're all humanary stew
If we don't pledge allegiance to
The Black Widow

The song that didn't rhyme

Wrote a song, it was wrong from it`s very first conception
Seemed I struggled on every line
It wasn`t fast, wasn`t pretty, wasn`t serious or witty
The song that didn`t rhyme
The band couldn`t wing it, the singer couldn`t sing it
The Drummer's always out of time
The DJ`s were offended, my union card suspended
Billboard declared it a crime
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don`t flow but I can`t get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
On a song that didn`t rhyme
It was bland, it was boring, all the groupies there were snoring
The first time we played it live
All the record guys got fired, the president retired
But somehow the song survived
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don`t flow but I can`t get it out of my mind
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics do not flow but I can`t get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
No redeeming value of any kind
But thanks for the twelve ninety nine
On a song that didn`t rhyme