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Play the trivia game - and win!, per chi ha Facebook
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You know all about Apocalyptica? Then check out your knowledge by playing the Trivia Game on Facebook. Several questions must be answered - besides you can win two tix for a show plus a meet and greet with the band. Don't waste more time, play the game

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Chi di voi ha una conoscenza di Facebook abbastanza buona da poterlo spiegare alla sottoscritta? :riso:


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:?: nn vorrei sbagliarmi ma pare essere una specie di myspace....ne ho uno simile sul forum studenti... :boh: cmq,il quiz nn me lo fa fare! :sfiga:

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Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Lyrics


As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho

Or the moon without the comfort of the stars

I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul

Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar

I proved it, improved it

Drove a sonnet right through it

And in this state of bliss

Evil kissed with wet lips

Pen-filled fingertips

Which throught me, for throught me

Illuminati usually pissed

But with words of some hurts worth

I threw a party that extended God’s list

Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me

Reciting back the almanac of travesties

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Taught in all debauch

In excess and in canto

Grown wild this childe

Whole harems defiled

Faustina’s and Mina’s

Lady Libertine and her sisters between her

What spread of lies arise when lovers die

Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Taught in all debauch

Crow against the virgin snow

Grown colder, my shoulder

Like a boulder beside her

And bolder, not wiser

My dark seed took up root inside her

That mouldered, where older

Beddings would hold a passionate sigh

But laudanum and soda

Lord Numb coda

Merited a forest of inherited spite

Fleeing grief for foreign maps

I still played vampire aristocrat

Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps

Then shooting swans in a gondola

I tripped my foot on a fallen star

And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar

To let you know just who you fucking are

The patron saint of heartache

Can't see world is falling, the world is falling down

Ever after, can they hear my laughter?

The patron saint of heartache

Never craft a better bed of disaster…

The patron saint of heartache

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Taught in all debauch

In excess and in canto

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Whereupon I tell them

To go fuck their mothers

As so…

On my grave




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view post Posted on 14/1/2008, 22:32Quote
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Nemmeno a me lo fa fare >__<
Comunque io non ho la più pallida idea di cosa sia un Facebook :lol:

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~ But in this heart of darkness
Our hope lies lost and torn
All flame like love is fleeting
When there's no hope anymore ~
♥ Apocalyptica - Hope Vol.2 ♥

 
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CITAZIONE (**Dani** @ 14/1/2008, 23:33)
Vi siete iscritte?

:si: certo!

cmq mi correggo: nn è una specie di myspace ma un blog! :riso:

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Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Lyrics


As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho

Or the moon without the comfort of the stars

I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul

Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar

I proved it, improved it

Drove a sonnet right through it

And in this state of bliss

Evil kissed with wet lips

Pen-filled fingertips

Which throught me, for throught me

Illuminati usually pissed

But with words of some hurts worth

I threw a party that extended God’s list

Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me

Reciting back the almanac of travesties

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Taught in all debauch

In excess and in canto

Grown wild this childe

Whole harems defiled

Faustina’s and Mina’s

Lady Libertine and her sisters between her

What spread of lies arise when lovers die

Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Taught in all debauch

Crow against the virgin snow

Grown colder, my shoulder

Like a boulder beside her

And bolder, not wiser

My dark seed took up root inside her

That mouldered, where older

Beddings would hold a passionate sigh

But laudanum and soda

Lord Numb coda

Merited a forest of inherited spite

Fleeing grief for foreign maps

I still played vampire aristocrat

Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps

Then shooting swans in a gondola

I tripped my foot on a fallen star

And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar

To let you know just who you fucking are

The patron saint of heartache

Can't see world is falling, the world is falling down

Ever after, can they hear my laughter?

The patron saint of heartache

Never craft a better bed of disaster…

The patron saint of heartache

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Taught in all debauch

In excess and in canto

They call me bad

Mad Caliban with manners

Dangerous to know

A passing fad

Whereupon I tell them

To go fuck their mothers

As so…

On my grave




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Allora....io sono iscritta a Facebook da qualche tempo...cosa aspettate a diventare "miei amici"????? Vi attendo!!! Sono registrata con il mio vero nome...per chi ha problemi mandatemi un p.m. ;)

Intanto.... questo forse può chiarirvi un po' le idee, anche se penso che Facebook sia un vero e proprio delirio!!!! Però anche se è confusionario è carino!!!!
Vi aspetto...anzi...vi aspettiamo....(capirete presto perchè...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Correte!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P
:abbraccio: :abbraccio: :abbraccio: :abbraccio: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub:

A proposito: chi di voi si è già iscritto mi contatti perfavore così vi mando le richieste d'amicizia!!! ;)


La competizione degli Apo...io sto rispondendo..ma comunque non è che ci spero più di tanto... :unsure:
 
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