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Changing The Guard

neverending story...

Paradoxos temporais

Janeiro, um mês que passou a correr...ainda "ontem" foi a porra do Natal e já estamos em Fevereiro. Como é possível que passe tão depressa quando cada uma das semanas que o compõem demora eternidades a passar...

A decade+ ago

Flowing UpsideDown

A Terceira pelo segundo II

A Terceira pelo segundo

O Segundo

TOP 2014

01. THRESHOLD - "For The Journey" 

02. ACCEPT - "Blind Rage" 

03. KNIGHT AREA - "Hyperdrive" 

04. THE SCINTILLA PROJECT - "The Hybrid" 

05. VANDEN PLAS - "Chronicles of the Immortals" 

06. CLOVEN HOOF - "Resist or Serve" 

07. MIKE LEPOND'S SILENT ASSASSINS - s/t 

08. TEN - "Albion" 

09. UNISONIC - "Light of Dawn" 

10. RIVAL SONS - "Great Western Valkyrie"

Merchandising

Brilhante e caricata foto encontrada no site da PSP. Nem sei que diga, mas acredito que os próprios se tenham rido a bom rir a tirar a foto, especialmente o James Bond ali bem no meio da foto, ladeado por polícias aparentemente hi-tech, quase sacados dos Stormtroopers do Star Wars. A pose imperial do homem, quase gangsta style, o fatinho, o belo do óculo escuro gigantesco e, claro, a metralhadora, todo um ensemble que ilustraria perfeitamente qualquer coisa do género "C'mon punk, make my day!".

Por outro lado, e após uma análise mais aturada e detalhada da dita foto, quer-me antes parecer que a PSP encontrou um nicho de mercado onde se lançar em busca de receita: as action figures e o merchandising! Um nicho já francamente explorado noutros países:

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Querido 2014: BURN IN HELL!!!!

Caríssimo 2015: sobrevivemos a 2014, daremos conta de ti também, meu cabrão.

Monte

Jup III - The Revenge of The Gnome

Jup was a gnome.

And twas that fuckin’ time of the year all over again…

Jup was slightly annoyed.

this is 2014

Breaking Ties

Into my mind

It all came closer again

Things that we say

Sometimes throw the reason away

And I know I've been less than a man

There's a burning inside me since then

I have cried for you

Lost my pride for you

Now that you are gone

I can see the sun

I have lied to you

I have tried to do

What you want me to

What a perfect day to throw it all away

Feelings disguised

Are now coming to new life

So many tears

That have fallen down through your eyes

I am only the shell of a man

There's a burning inside me since then

I have cried for you

Lost my pride for you

Now that you are gone

I can see the sun

I have lied to you

I have tried to do

What you want me to

It's a perfect day to throw it all

A perfect day to throw it all away

Wasted time, nowhere left to go

Peace of mind is what I find today

Breaking ties from this lies you know

Life has no meaning

When you're out with me

So don't let it go, you'll never know

How many days and nights

I have cried for you

Lost my pride for you

Now that you are gone

I can see the sun

I have lied to you

I have tried to do

What you want me to

It's a perfect day to throw it all away

Newborn Me

My hope will save me from despair...

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Lost for words

1. When words won't come when you want them to
2. You talk nonstop, but fail to convey your thoughts/emotions effectively
3. Being so shocked that you cannot think of an adequate word to respond to/with

I was spending my time in the doldrums

I was caught in the cauldron of hate

I felt persecuted and paralyzed

I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies

Engulfed in a fever of spite

Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades

Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution

Is not going to help at all

Because there'll be no safety in numbers

When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?

Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?

Stuck in a world of isolation

While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies

And I ask could we wipe the slate clean

But they tell me to please go fuck myself

You know you just can't win

Gilmour