Bratislav Stojanovic

Who ever think that homeless people are dumb, need only to look at Bratislav Stojanovic, a homeless genius from Serbia. The man, 43 years old, has chosen to live inside a tomb, in the southern Serbian town of Nis where he has been living all his live. 

Stojanovic, a Nis-born construction worker who never had a regular job, first lived in abandoned houses, but around 15 years ago decided to settle in the old city cemetery. 

Now that’s a smart choice of living, considering all the shit other people brings about all the time.

Who needs fucking neighbors anyway? Being solitary is being in bliss.

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It is essential to teach your kids early on that conspiracy theories are the only meaningful truth out there. We can never have enough psychopaths, people. Never enough.

Faith

Hell yes, I do have faith. Faith in the potential of every fucking human being to lie, cheat, exploit and manipulate. To be hypocritical, self-centered, a snob, and a fucking coward.

Those are the traits of every human being. You. Me. The long-gone-dead and the soon to be dead. Never lose faith on our vices, or be blinded forever.

Now that’s as real a faith as it can ever get, isn’t it?

Fuckin good ole faith in humanity. Yes sir.

We should all be treated to euthanasia if there shall ever be peace across this fuckin globe.

What Is It?

What is it that brings us out, back to the congested, polluted streets, self-centered crowds of sheep, bullshit chatters, day in, day out? 

Is it hunger? Sex? Boredom? Need of achievement (yeah, right)?

Maybe we just can’t stand to stand still and do nothing…Maybe that’s why every now and then we need some outlet, something different, new, taboo. A different type of hunger. Like what that NYPD pig was said to be doing, Valle, plotting to hack and chew on his own wife.

Maybe that’s why some us are hooked on the less mild forms of music.

Because it’s a bloody hunger….

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YES-YES-YES!! We need more priests burning themselves to ashes in public! Bring it on!

Valentine?

Just remembered that today’s supposed to be Valentine’s Day? What a coincidence, as I was just talking about my undying passion for kick-ass metal music of the late 80s and early 90s.

As I was telling my latest and soon-to-be-executed victim, it’s not just about pioneering further genres along the way, it’s also about how deliciously excellent these old school metal heads were. They don’t rely on fancy FXs or additional background sounds, they just hack it to pieces with whatever instruments they got. 

And it works so goddamn-good most of the time, because it almost always comes from the heart, and not from the pretentious fickle mind of internet junkies, bent on being renowned or ‘accepted’ in the virtual world of bullshits.

Fuck, I talk too much lately. 

Kick it Hard

The old timers’ way

Back To The Roots

Every now and then, a man has got to get back to the roots. No matter how murky, no matter how filthy. Back to where it all begins, that tingling sensation that only this kind of music can cause, and only intense venting of hatred on another soul could possibly substitute. 

Fuckin bloody roots 

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Lovely! I want the next pig wearing this on my cross hair sight!

The Underworld

Whoever said that extreme underground metal music is anything but food for thought, is a dick worthy of slow methodical slicing. 

I fucking learnt a lot more about history and mythology from the best of the filthiest underground bands, than I ever did from my uptight teachers…

Take, Kur-Nu-Gi-A, for example. If I never bothered to listen to the early 90s and late 80s Swedish underground stuffs, I wouldn’t fuckin know that it actually means ‘The Underworld’ in Babylonian mythology, now wouldn’t I? And I sure as hell won’t know that such epic Babylonian heroes like Gilgamesh would go and rampage through Kurnugia to gain wisdom, every now and then.

Or that Kurnugia is actually called by another name, Arali, and that it is fuckin ruled by a fuckin goddess called Allatu alias Ereshkigal

Fuck institutional education. You’ll learn way more outside the fuckin norm.

Celebrate

How do you celebrate the first month of a new year, full of delicious murderous-cum-suicidal rampage and bloody conflicts? Would listening to some harsh, blood boiling music count as a good alternative?

Hell yes. Old school, raw and grim underground pioneering musical extremities are definitely the best option.

Bring on the deaths!

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Yee-haw! What a breathtaking year!

Winding Down

As the year is winding down its last few pathetic moments, I feel like recalling the more interesting soundtracks of some bloody joyful days. The anthems of sweaty, breathtaking evening hunts, down the concrete jungle’s labyrinth. 

And fuck the year’s ‘best of’ list…who gives a shit anyway?

One bloody January

Some fine tasty young blood

And a hell lot of running 

And a hell lot of dripping

Oh shit, let me have some more beautiful days like these…

Till Death Do Our Hatred Apart

Some days in this banality called life are actually exciting. One of it is when you’re shaking with that delicious adrenalin rush, courtesy of hatred boiling over. 

That said, I can understand why a seasoned ex-convict would decide to celebrate New Year ‘prematurely, by shooting down some fire fighters…

Nothing beats the rush of carnage, that’s for sure.

Bloodletting rush 

On This Merry Occasion

Let there be proper, high spirited music, joyous and orgiastic, to carry everyone through this most bombastic, foul and false of annual ceremonies that man has crafted…

Merry, Merry, Crosshair fingers getting ‘twitchy’….

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Holidays? Make sure to pack the essential stuffs

Propechy

So, let me get this straight, a twenty years old autistic nerd shot dead about 26 elementary school kids, on 14 December. The killing ground was a pathetic place called Sandy Hook elementary school.

Twelve years before, a stupid B or C rated movie was made, with the intriguing title of “Sandy Hook Lingerie Party Massacre”....

Annnddd…the movie was reviewed, on a stupid, pathetic blog, on the same date (July 20) that another great public shooting took place, at the Century movie theater in Aurora, Colorado….

Dang. Is this what prophecy is all about? Can I do this from album titles..? Might just as well start with the most deliciously promising ones…. 

Prophecy #1 - We will conquer the ages…

Time Travel

I’ve always dream of doing time travelling. 

Somewhere in central Europe. Early 1970s. Midwinter. Grey cobble-stone roads. Tacky elevators. Tacky fur coat.

Watching three Britons ‘progsters’ doing a live session, where a Hammond organ gets abused like a mull in a medieval market.    

Sava’s Return

Somewhere in the godforsaken outback of Serbia, lies a godforsaken hamlet named Zarozje, where a decrepit wooden mill is said to house the godforsaken spirit of a local vampire, called Sava fucking godforsaken Savanovic. 

The wooden mill has recently been reported to have crumbled. Thus, locals begin to fear the return of Sava’s spirit, angered over the destruction of his abode. For fuck’s sake, even the fucking local council started warning villagers to put garlic in their pockets and place wooden crosses in their rooms to ward off vampires. 

Alas, international press news coverage revealed that the recent buzz over Sava’s return appeared to be merely designed to attract visitors to the impoverished region than anything else. Now why the fuck am I not surprised? 

I sure hope good ole Sava really returns and rip the necks of every single one of those stupid villagers.

Fucking ‘attract visitors’ my ass

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Mr Clowney is always friendly with little kiddies without their mommy…

Where Did Those Days Go?

I can still remember the days when getting underground records means getting it through the perilous postal system. Getting it pass nosy customs and post office jerk offs. Getting it wrapped in a letter written or fashioned with dried, brownish blood stains, or blackened soil from a local burial site. 

What lovely days those were…when real blood, rather than facades, still forges the dementia called underground extreme metal scene. Where the fuck has it gone to now? 

Fucking bloody awesome days