Happy New Year, demonacci! I noticed that you anticipated the fireworks this year ... Then I can wish you a wonderful 2009 and bloody, the way you like! Greetings! Image Latuff.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Happy New Year, demonacci! I noticed that you anticipated the fireworks this year ... Then I can wish you a wonderful 2009 and bloody, the way you like! Greetings!
Image Latuff.
Happy New Year, demonacci! I noticed that you anticipated the fireworks this year ... Then I can wish you a wonderful 2009 and bloody, the way you like! Greetings! Image Latuff.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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FOR CHRISTMAS, YOU EVIL DEMON
Gor has made the tree. It is a small body, loves traditions. He made his own, a fir skeleton found in the woods, bones of rats and snakes queues for decorations. There are also lights, some small candles which I do not want to know the origin. Gor is learning chemistry. She looks at me manipulate the ingredients in the laboratory, and I feel I've boiled the excess fat, one of my latest victim.
I reappeared at the window of the world to pay homage to my most sincere congratulations. It was a difficult year, I have repeated several times. By now most of you already happy with the fact that they reached this far. And you almost feel guilty ...
But the fault is not yours. There are supervisors, manipulator of minds, brains insidious operating in secret to carry out their demonic plans. Your only crime is to stand still, motionless, unable to scream your disappointment, caught in a chair and a screen. They tell you that things go wrong, and you're in the game, do not ask questions, to understand why, to explore beyond the veil.
Yet there are those who did not fare badly this Christmas. Villa in front of the fireplace, sipping a good wine, or on tropical beaches, or on the slopes of the mountain resorts, the most fashionable. Do not you think that the panettone slice of the discount, that does not know anything, with candies that seem snots coagulated, to throw down with a glass of sparkling wine that seems to foam cedar. They will not think about you, but we welcomed the position, as only autogloficandosi perverse demons can do.
I could tell you about the meaning of Christmas, the Christian charade, the miracle of life, but I fall so low. I just want to give you advice. Do something different this Christmas. Instead of being a bit 'better, be a little' meaner. To convey your evil responsible for your dissatisfaction, employers, bankers, politicians and industrialists. Tap into the demon-nature that is in you. There you have it, I've already said.
The tree of Gor shimmers in the bottom of the tower. He continues to decorate with an ingenuous smile and very frightening that deforms the face. He, like you, is prey to the cruellest of witchcraft: hope.
Hear the demon.
Be bad.
And Merry Christmas! 
Gor has made the tree. It is a small body, loves traditions. He made his own, a fir skeleton found in the woods, bones of rats and snakes queues for decorations. There are also lights, some small candles which I do not want to know the origin. Gor is learning chemistry. She looks at me manipulate the ingredients in the laboratory, and I feel I've boiled the excess fat, one of my latest victim. I reappeared at the window of the world to pay homage to my most sincere congratulations. It was a difficult year, I have repeated several times. By now most of you already happy with the fact that they reached this far. And you almost feel guilty ...
But the fault is not yours. There are supervisors, manipulator of minds, brains insidious operating in secret to carry out their demonic plans. Your only crime is to stand still, motionless, unable to scream your disappointment, caught in a chair and a screen. They tell you that things go wrong, and you're in the game, do not ask questions, to understand why, to explore beyond the veil.
Yet there are those who did not fare badly this Christmas. Villa in front of the fireplace, sipping a good wine, or on tropical beaches, or on the slopes of the mountain resorts, the most fashionable. Do not you think that the panettone slice of the discount, that does not know anything, with candies that seem snots coagulated, to throw down with a glass of sparkling wine that seems to foam cedar. They will not think about you, but we welcomed the position, as only autogloficandosi perverse demons can do.
I could tell you about the meaning of Christmas, the Christian charade, the miracle of life, but I fall so low. I just want to give you advice. Do something different this Christmas. Instead of being a bit 'better, be a little' meaner. To convey your evil responsible for your dissatisfaction, employers, bankers, politicians and industrialists. Tap into the demon-nature that is in you. There you have it, I've already said.
The tree of Gor shimmers in the bottom of the tower. He continues to decorate with an ingenuous smile and very frightening that deforms the face. He, like you, is prey to the cruellest of witchcraft: hope.
Hear the demon.
Be bad.
And Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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Tonight I'm busy. Also I have to my distraction. I am a demon, after all ...
Man of the twenty-first century, which aspires to the highest levels of demonization, toyed with vapid pastimes power, money, sex. There is more pleasure to observe the work of a serial killer to a bank manager. The second of them, unawares, could cause even more harm than the first.
All, or almost chose a different path from mine. The shortcut, I call it. Demon now, but vulgar race. Shaded and creepy, nothing more ... They are the garbage of the big picture.
My distractions have to do with these creatures. Violent men, merchants of death, corrupt politicians, molesters, murderers and pedophiles in particular. As the poor fellow who brought me today GOR, my faithful companion. He gave as an accommodation is appropriate: the cold cell in the fortress. Like him there are many. Cover long distances to satisfy their cravings ugly, mean to be a prisoner of the deviations of their bodies. In
Greater Asia there are thousands of children forced into prostitution. People aged between five and twelve years. They are sold by their parents to despair, bring in the big cities, placed in a tomb of a few square meters, with no beds, no toilets, and every day they are approached by an average of 15 men, forced to have sex 20 to 30 times a day, 365 days a year. Life expectancy for these children is 5 years. These are the places where demons creeping swarm like waiting for me down in the jail behind the playroom.
I hear screaming. From the window will have guessed what he expects. I have many new toys to try ... I hope fervently that manages to entertain for a few hours. If disappoint me, I could always use my ricostruenti drugs, and continue to work until dawn.
Now I must leave, my friends ... ...
Nekradamus has to do ....
... Goodnight. 
Tonight I'm busy. Also I have to my distraction. I am a demon, after all ... Man of the twenty-first century, which aspires to the highest levels of demonization, toyed with vapid pastimes power, money, sex. There is more pleasure to observe the work of a serial killer to a bank manager. The second of them, unawares, could cause even more harm than the first.
All, or almost chose a different path from mine. The shortcut, I call it. Demon now, but vulgar race. Shaded and creepy, nothing more ... They are the garbage of the big picture.
My distractions have to do with these creatures. Violent men, merchants of death, corrupt politicians, molesters, murderers and pedophiles in particular. As the poor fellow who brought me today GOR, my faithful companion. He gave as an accommodation is appropriate: the cold cell in the fortress. Like him there are many. Cover long distances to satisfy their cravings ugly, mean to be a prisoner of the deviations of their bodies. In
Greater Asia there are thousands of children forced into prostitution. People aged between five and twelve years. They are sold by their parents to despair, bring in the big cities, placed in a tomb of a few square meters, with no beds, no toilets, and every day they are approached by an average of 15 men, forced to have sex 20 to 30 times a day, 365 days a year. Life expectancy for these children is 5 years. These are the places where demons creeping swarm like waiting for me down in the jail behind the playroom.
I hear screaming. From the window will have guessed what he expects. I have many new toys to try ... I hope fervently that manages to entertain for a few hours. If disappoint me, I could always use my ricostruenti drugs, and continue to work until dawn.
Now I must leave, my friends ... ...
Nekradamus has to do ....
... Goodnight.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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a spray of DDT
Italian ... poor things. A people who know you well, because my tower is not that much better from the boot shaped peninsula. In such a horrible situation ... they are hunted and are also happy, at least according to the latest statistics . The devil worship has an undeniable charm. It's just that his most dangerous weapon. Like a snake charmer or a vampire, drunk the minds of young souls, frightened and innocent creatures who savor immortality through his television shows, parodies featuring the wonders that flaunts. A cunning demon, but vulgar, let me tell you. Even the demons have their honor, and this holds Bilosco not even an ounce.
And in fact, who are these men and women who hang on his every word ... low spirits reign, displays of life-like shellfish, meat, driving without a brain. Here's who I am. And Italy at the beginning of this millennium is full of them. Earthworms, worms, leeches, cockroaches, ticks. Millions flock to the streets, they go to work, pull out the infernal machine. In the evening if they go back into their holes, they turn on the television and ecstatic worship their new god, beautiful, smiling, asphalt.
A splash of DDT, that's what it would take.
"GOR, draft a POTION GO!" 
Italian ... poor things. A people who know you well, because my tower is not that much better from the boot shaped peninsula. In such a horrible situation ... they are hunted and are also happy, at least according to the latest statistics . The devil worship has an undeniable charm. It's just that his most dangerous weapon. Like a snake charmer or a vampire, drunk the minds of young souls, frightened and innocent creatures who savor immortality through his television shows, parodies featuring the wonders that flaunts. A cunning demon, but vulgar, let me tell you. Even the demons have their honor, and this holds Bilosco not even an ounce. And in fact, who are these men and women who hang on his every word ... low spirits reign, displays of life-like shellfish, meat, driving without a brain. Here's who I am. And Italy at the beginning of this millennium is full of them. Earthworms, worms, leeches, cockroaches, ticks. Millions flock to the streets, they go to work, pull out the infernal machine. In the evening if they go back into their holes, they turn on the television and ecstatic worship their new god, beautiful, smiling, asphalt.
A splash of DDT, that's what it would take.
"GOR, draft a POTION GO!"
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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The man of the twenty-first century, along with the rubble of the collapsed towers, including Shell, those raised to show off his own omnipotence. I finally figured out the poverty that lives there, demons disguised as humans. No, you're nothing more than caricatures of my brothers, inhabitants of the abyss, the shadow creatures, lizards of fire. For too long we have observed, appreciating your devious games, however, trusting in you, because I'm sure you own the asset, the winner takes all, addicted or wild. Nothing infallible ... Your system is proving far from infallible. In the meantime, continue to talk about entertainment, sports, entertainment. The ship sank and its passengers if they are good good deck, to see the new episode of Millionaire. Yet there had been signs of, no? He knew that damn iceberg was coming right on top of you! The great castle of capitalism crumbles, is made of sand, there is no need for a tsunami to knock it down. Just wave naughty ...
From my tower you observe, insensitive to suffering, delighted by your incredible adventures.
Gor serve me dinner soon. Calf liver, butter and potatoes go in a bowl of strawberries with balsamic vinegar. All washed down with a glass of Ornellaia. Like I've got? Sorry, these are secret by demons ...
I did lay the table by the window. Before going to bed I'm curious to see how close your bags today. I have another bad feeling ...
Ah, ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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THE COLLAPSE OF THE ERRORS ARE NEVER ERRORS
Some might think of another tragic mistake . Damn smart bombs ... should go and repeat.
But I am a demon, and I know these underhanded tricks. The errors are almost never a mistake, but if you can not cover them (by altering the truth), we must pass them as such.
Fifty children are sufficient to require a few favors to a mild level as the great Tsathogghua, for example.
Son of Ghisguth, also called the Toad God, lives inside the black gulf of N'Kai, in which it was established thousands of years ago, shortly after his arrival on Earth from Saturn. Readily offers the knowledge of some good spells in exchange for some nice sacrifice, and I'm sure many of your elected representatives pursue such interests. Women and children are obviously preferable to men, and these things a Great Old One cares.
must also prepare for the arrival of the dark ages, no?
Think about it. 
Some might think of another tragic mistake . Damn smart bombs ... should go and repeat. But I am a demon, and I know these underhanded tricks. The errors are almost never a mistake, but if you can not cover them (by altering the truth), we must pass them as such.
Fifty children are sufficient to require a few favors to a mild level as the great Tsathogghua, for example.
Son of Ghisguth, also called the Toad God, lives inside the black gulf of N'Kai, in which it was established thousands of years ago, shortly after his arrival on Earth from Saturn. Readily offers the knowledge of some good spells in exchange for some nice sacrifice, and I'm sure many of your elected representatives pursue such interests. Women and children are obviously preferable to men, and these things a Great Old One cares.
must also prepare for the arrival of the dark ages, no?
Think about it.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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ADVICE FROM THE DEMON
not you like to listen, when words and reality clash wobbles. Prisoners of three false words, freedom, truth, happiness. Three spells you cast on for centuries, but you are still not able to break the curse. Can you really give them a meaning. What are they? Tell me!
Freedom ... of what, to whom, with respect to that, how??
Truth ... of whom? Yours, hers, ours, the other?
Happiness ... the most subtle and terrible spell. The old carrot in front the mouth of the rabbit! But what? Is there really? Are you ever going to see it, touch it, understand it?
A little advice from daemon: Stop using these words. Delete them from your vocabulary forever. They are dangerous! These are the words that from the beginning of the many worlds we demons use to control our servants. Depending on the time and size in different forms, but their purpose remains the same.
about freedom remaining prisoners of the very concept of freedom.
Defend the truth believed to be custodians of absolute knowledge.
seek happiness when it is this absurd and assiduous research that makes you unhappy.
Breathe.
Indulge.
Turn off the light. In the dark things take on a more calm. The energies still. Then maybe you could also grab a bit 'of what I'm revealing, little men. 
not you like to listen, when words and reality clash wobbles. Prisoners of three false words, freedom, truth, happiness. Three spells you cast on for centuries, but you are still not able to break the curse. Can you really give them a meaning. What are they? Tell me! Freedom ... of what, to whom, with respect to that, how??
Truth ... of whom? Yours, hers, ours, the other?
Happiness ... the most subtle and terrible spell. The old carrot in front the mouth of the rabbit! But what? Is there really? Are you ever going to see it, touch it, understand it?
A little advice from daemon: Stop using these words. Delete them from your vocabulary forever. They are dangerous! These are the words that from the beginning of the many worlds we demons use to control our servants. Depending on the time and size in different forms, but their purpose remains the same.
about freedom remaining prisoners of the very concept of freedom.
Defend the truth believed to be custodians of absolute knowledge.
seek happiness when it is this absurd and assiduous research that makes you unhappy.
Breathe.
Indulge.
Turn off the light. In the dark things take on a more calm. The energies still. Then maybe you could also grab a bit 'of what I'm revealing, little men.
Monday, July 7, 2008
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REDEMPTION OF WORMS
I will continue to speak, I demon in the pulpit of your world in decline, but every time it becomes more difficult. My words just subside through your eyes. Lose their meaning, become empty, useless ... No, I have no reason to help. I watched the end of other worlds, and now I am convinced that every civilization is destined to collapse. It is a physical law. Who climbs up, sooner or later must come down, or otherwise fall.
is shortly to major wars. But who are they kidding?! The wars that you are never finished, and even in those rare moments of peace, you always kept your dances of violence and pain. A fascinating spectacle for the eyes as my perverse. Yet I am tired of looking at ...
observe the demons of your time together as usual, plotting in secret designs strangers to you. Think of you who care ... naive! Their goals are so far from your understanding that if they scorgeste only a small part you take my life. Do not be offended, but they're the same way as worms ...
But worms have the right to live, and I have often said to my colleagues. Nekradamus is a different demon. You could call it "progressive." I have to laugh ... But I firmly believe that the balance is the only way to run a universe. Your microrealtà feed the machine that weaves the big picture. Small, medium and large cosmic entities affected by your choices of words spoken, the gestures that dispensed. Love, a powerful variable, your only defense. Use it, as well as the worm uses its body to crawl into rings.
Live your lives, young men. Rejected the expanding light shade. Even a match can make a difference in the absurd darkness of the cosmos.
The eight, along with other aberrant creatures continue their power games. For them, the worms stay
... ... yet even the worms get to the day of redemption. Three feet below ground, in the dark. The banquet will begin. Trust. That day will come for you ... 
I will continue to speak, I demon in the pulpit of your world in decline, but every time it becomes more difficult. My words just subside through your eyes. Lose their meaning, become empty, useless ... No, I have no reason to help. I watched the end of other worlds, and now I am convinced that every civilization is destined to collapse. It is a physical law. Who climbs up, sooner or later must come down, or otherwise fall. is shortly to major wars. But who are they kidding?! The wars that you are never finished, and even in those rare moments of peace, you always kept your dances of violence and pain. A fascinating spectacle for the eyes as my perverse. Yet I am tired of looking at ...
observe the demons of your time together as usual, plotting in secret designs strangers to you. Think of you who care ... naive! Their goals are so far from your understanding that if they scorgeste only a small part you take my life. Do not be offended, but they're the same way as worms ...
But worms have the right to live, and I have often said to my colleagues. Nekradamus is a different demon. You could call it "progressive." I have to laugh ... But I firmly believe that the balance is the only way to run a universe. Your microrealtà feed the machine that weaves the big picture. Small, medium and large cosmic entities affected by your choices of words spoken, the gestures that dispensed. Love, a powerful variable, your only defense. Use it, as well as the worm uses its body to crawl into rings.
Live your lives, young men. Rejected the expanding light shade. Even a match can make a difference in the absurd darkness of the cosmos.
The eight, along with other aberrant creatures continue their power games. For them, the worms stay
... ... yet even the worms get to the day of redemption. Three feet below ground, in the dark. The banquet will begin. Trust. That day will come for you ...
Friday, June 13, 2008
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THE END OF ANOTHER WAR COMEDY
In the fall, the speed of the object is linked to its weight.
Your world is about to end. Asphalt is a few hundred meters from the body falling. The parachute will not open. Needless to pretend nothing happened. No, not open.
The tower where I live is part of a gap of time. I do not suffer no damage. I can stand by and watch it roll in the remains of your society in decay. I shall observe your attachment to life, the aggressive treatment on a dying breed.
Gor bought the wine. It will be a show not to be missed.
may come to think that those who move the wires have no interest in the destruction. After all, how could dominate a world that no longer exists. What sense would destroy his kingdom, his own house, and all that supports his throne. No, it makes no sense for you little mortal. It makes no sense because you do not believe in other possibilities except the one that is painted on the eyes.
But if I tell you that there are other worlds, other realities, amazing events of life that go beyond your comprehension. No, do not look at the infinite space above your heads. You can not even catch that, let alone if I speak of Multimondo, the micro-universes, cosmic entities, and of course, the demons ...
Those who hold your fate much more than gold and aspire to power. They have what they want now. Not even the immortality of their souls is a prestigious enough money for them. No, they have another agenda. They want to climb the Mountains of Madness, stick his head out the cloth, look with the face of the great ancient lava, and laugh together them. For eternity.
is a game of higher powers, a board where you do all the expendable part of pedestrians. Do not count anything for them.
I give you a hint: you sleep. Stay asleep. And while you dream ... dream, prepare the advent. Your world is the end.
Practice. Maybe you'll be part of the upcoming comedy. 
In the fall, the speed of the object is linked to its weight. Your world is about to end. Asphalt is a few hundred meters from the body falling. The parachute will not open. Needless to pretend nothing happened. No, not open.
The tower where I live is part of a gap of time. I do not suffer no damage. I can stand by and watch it roll in the remains of your society in decay. I shall observe your attachment to life, the aggressive treatment on a dying breed.
Gor bought the wine. It will be a show not to be missed.
may come to think that those who move the wires have no interest in the destruction. After all, how could dominate a world that no longer exists. What sense would destroy his kingdom, his own house, and all that supports his throne. No, it makes no sense for you little mortal. It makes no sense because you do not believe in other possibilities except the one that is painted on the eyes.
But if I tell you that there are other worlds, other realities, amazing events of life that go beyond your comprehension. No, do not look at the infinite space above your heads. You can not even catch that, let alone if I speak of Multimondo, the micro-universes, cosmic entities, and of course, the demons ...
Those who hold your fate much more than gold and aspire to power. They have what they want now. Not even the immortality of their souls is a prestigious enough money for them. No, they have another agenda. They want to climb the Mountains of Madness, stick his head out the cloth, look with the face of the great ancient lava, and laugh together them. For eternity.
is a game of higher powers, a board where you do all the expendable part of pedestrians. Do not count anything for them.
I give you a hint: you sleep. Stay asleep. And while you dream ... dream, prepare the advent. Your world is the end.
Practice. Maybe you'll be part of the upcoming comedy.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
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After eco bombs, they will reach other wonderful gadgets of war for new generations of warriors, always ready to slide your finger on the trigger. Fashions and trends can also reach the trench. Another world is possible, and you can also kill more cleanly, respecting the environment and being political correct. machine guns will come with low environmental impact, built with recycled materials, the tanks with photovoltaic systems, eco-napalm (which will give about one third of the normal CO2). We will exploit alternative energy sources to power the field devices, it will use gas that will produce beneficial effects on the surrounding flora, and during all military operations every soldier is required to comply with the program for recycling and reuse of materials artillery, both light and heavy. A special team of Hispanics and African Americans will recover the land mines (especially anti-child) unexploded. With these you can build new mines, naturally low environmental impact.
Every single piece of artillery should report the value of energy savings, as in washing machines and refrigerators. The war industries have to adapt to this legislation by 2012. The Americans may not have signed the agreement on non-proliferation of cluster bombs , but are investing in "ecological war", and is a good thing that it should be implemented.
These are the new frontiers of preventive war, war surgery made in the USA. Smart bombs, eco-bombs, bombs
peace ... What a wonderful circus that you have managed to put on, my little human!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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IS POSSIBLE AS LONG AS THE GAME IS BEAUTIFUL LITTLE HARD
The game is very nice while it lasts, and as you well know, small humans.
thought you could run around freely in the boundless virtual universe, savoring the idea of \u200b\u200ban active democracy, freedom to communicate, to inform, to look beyond the many veils of Maya, the TV stretches over your eyes, day after day.
think you have found a way out, an incredible new opportunities to distribute justice and equality.
believe you hand the alchemical formula for turning lead into gold, water into wine, poverty into wealth.
I'm sorry, little human.
I did play, we have amused, we have allowed to pull on the leash until it ends.
But now it is time to reveal the identity of the dog and that of the master.
Small, tender, playful naive trust.
Eat the jelly!
One of the most active listings in the movement against the war in Iraq and in defense of Palestine (URUKNET) was recently attacked by Google, which removed the link. In addition, it would appear that the site has also been penetrated by hackers. Nevertheless, the site continues its important work and is viewable on this link: http://www.uruknet.de/?p=-6&l=e
If you want to show your support to URUKNET, make your voice heard. Write to the giant Google, is not new to these tragic events that undermine the freedom of information online, or use this link to quickly send your grievance.
SOURCE: The Peoples Voice 
The game is very nice while it lasts, and as you well know, small humans. thought you could run around freely in the boundless virtual universe, savoring the idea of \u200b\u200ban active democracy, freedom to communicate, to inform, to look beyond the many veils of Maya, the TV stretches over your eyes, day after day.
think you have found a way out, an incredible new opportunities to distribute justice and equality.
believe you hand the alchemical formula for turning lead into gold, water into wine, poverty into wealth.
I'm sorry, little human.
I did play, we have amused, we have allowed to pull on the leash until it ends.
But now it is time to reveal the identity of the dog and that of the master.
Small, tender, playful naive trust.
Eat the jelly!
One of the most active listings in the movement against the war in Iraq and in defense of Palestine (URUKNET) was recently attacked by Google, which removed the link. In addition, it would appear that the site has also been penetrated by hackers. Nevertheless, the site continues its important work and is viewable on this link: http://www.uruknet.de/?p=-6&l=e
If you want to show your support to URUKNET, make your voice heard. Write to the giant Google, is not new to these tragic events that undermine the freedom of information online, or use this link to quickly send your grievance.
SOURCE: The Peoples Voice
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