So i were wondering what i can put in my tattoo its going to be a indestructible cover photo without text only the guy and flames but i like to personalize it with something :) its okay photo like it is but i wonder very many has the same picture so wanted to modify it some how but its awesome photo and its hard to modify that kind of picture any ideas DISTURBED ONES ?
The Kingdom of Blambangan was located at the eastern tip of the Island of Java. It had a long history of its own, developing contemporaneously with the largest Hindu kingdom in Java, Majapahit (1293–1527). At the time of the collapse of Majapahit in the late fifteenth century, Blambangan stood on its own as the one solitary Hindu kingdom left in Java, controlling the larger part of Java’s Oosthoek.
For almost three centuries, Blambangan was situated between two different political factions, the Islamic state of Mataram in the west, and various Hindu realms in Bali (Gelgel, Buleleng, and Mengwi) in the east. Both neighbouring powers simultaneously contested the territory of Blambangan to appease their own political and religious ambitions.
The Balinese used Blambangan as a buffer against the Islamic expansion initiated by Muslim Mataram from the west and also found it useful to bolster the economy of Bali which was heavily overshadowed by endemic warfare. By the late sixteenth century, a few Western missionaries arrived in East Java to try to convert the local people and one century later the Dutch and British contested each other’s political and economic power in the region. Internal disputes about the succession at the court of Blambangan impaired the kingdom, making it vulnerable to foreign intervention.
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This is probably my only blog i will post as my internet access will be severed, I am 41 years old and a huge fan.
I have been looking for another job for the past month and i am at the point of being evicted and loosing my car after and everything i have work for. I have had a career in the skilled trades for 20 years or so. I was in my room tonight and after repeated exhausting interviews with a few companys that have been dragging there feet to the point of me loosing everything, i was sitting on the bed with a pistol in my mouth! As i sat there your song indistructable came on and inspired through your lyrics I have realized there is nothing insermountable because I am a strong person and your song made me build with a determination that no one or nothing will stop in my life and goals no matter what I loose ! thank you so much for your contribution and never think its just a cool lyric cause it has meaning and a purpose to us fans please know when you are in the studio what you speak does make a differance to your listeners. especially the lyrics that rise against oppression and inequality.
Your loyal and now greatfull fan,
I’m so glad to see winter again. I know most people, especially in these snowy states, think that it’s just cold and that it’s a nice way to pay a bunch of money that you don’t have, but for me, it’s always been one of my favorite times. Especially December, and that has nothing to do with the fact that that’s the month of my birthday. I think that January’s too bold, February’s kind of sluttish, and March is transitional and undecided. December is a welcoming of bittersweet things, something I’ve evidently displayed a love for throughout various areas. Snow doesn’t blanket things the way most poets like to insist: it either dusts or buries. It’s not warm, but it is a good insulator. The only annoying thing about snow is that if you were to walk across a perfectly smooth field it would leave painfully obvious, OCD-irritating prints with random trails of snow that tried hitching subtly on the bottom of boots, but sporadically fell off with each step. I love the scheme of white snow and ‘frosty’ icicles and windows, hardy evergreens and other bare, frozen trees, and even the infinite colors of winter hats and scarves with jackets and boots. Lights seem brighter, and darkness holds no fear, but rather infinite mysteries of innocent creatures. There seems to be no blood shed or confusion, just survival and thoughts. I could sit forever outside with the dark indigo, almost black, sky with quiet stars and a silver moon that’s trying to communicate with earth that it and the land aren’t so different: they’re both seemingly endless voids of few colors. And fire. Holy non-existing God, do I looooove fire! I wish I could hold it because I think it would be almost silky, and I wish I had a better camera so I could photograph it. To me, fire is as pretty a sight as a frozen dew drop on a tiger lily. To quote David, “I just love the look, of fire”...not necessarily when it’s, you know, burning down a house or anything, but it’s a force to be reckoned with, so duh… (Pyromania- love that shit)
Now that I think about it, though, it might not even be the scenery that does it for me: I think I’m in love with the sounds of winter. (Awesome song by Bush, by the way.) It’s true: there aren’t many until the birds come back, and though I adore the winged creatures, that’s what’s so great. The soft winds are kind of like a rhythm section, creating a sort of backdrop for new thoughts and resolutions…for melodies and harmonies: for personal new songs. I do think all the time, but around now is, ironically, things don’t necessarily seem as frigid. It all seems physically cold, but it makes you contemplate and appreciate exactly what it is that warms you. And sometimes it’s easier to breathe when you can actually see that you are alive. The world seems to calm down for once. December brings major holidays, especially Christmas, which I might just have to say has always been my favorite, (along with Halloween, of course). There’s those cheap ornaments and lights that the community never fails to get creative with, the trees, (and yes, fiber optic ones do count here), the deceitful and disappointing legend of Santa that sometimes scar children for life, the countless pounds of sugary obesity, cheesy, overdone songs, shows, and skits, infinite gigs of crappy photos, and for me, of course, the yearly party/reunion thing on my dad’s side.
But oh how we greedy society love our presents, now don’t we? We’ve never really had the money to get a bunch of things for each other in my family, but I’ve always loved coming up with ways to buy mine. I love writing all the people’s names that I want to get a little something for. It’s weird, but I love coordinating wrapping paper color and bows to what I feel suites individual personalities, especially when people are all like, “Awww, you got me a present? You didn’t have to, you know.” (Well, no crap. Yet here we are, my friend…) And even though the giver may think something is just a ‘small’ gift, there’s nothing like seeing the feeling of being thought of that shows on the receiver’s face. Like a lot of people, I found out long ago that I liked to give rather than get. I may complain about what I don’t have, but that’s because I, myself, can’t get it FOR myself, not because it’s not handed to me. In fact, I really hate having things just given to me.
Anyways, another thing I like about December is that no one seems to be rushing through their life.You can’t drive fast or run too well on ice because you’d probably slip and hurt yourself, (trust me, head + ice + concrete is NOT a fun equation to be a part of). Schools get delayed or cancelled because hey, maybe dying is a little more of a concern than mindless hours in classes, (learning begins and grows outside of the classroom). It also seems that, in many cases, family becomes more of a priority. (I won’t elaborate on that one.) And when New Year’s Eve rolls around, December reminds us of all the things we have endured and survived, and that the future isn’t a myth: it’s coming whether you like it or not. It’s not a bookend month, but one that tells us to stop worrying about what could have been or should have been, that we need to chill out today so that tomorrow won’t be as brisk. It’s a sense of tranquility. In essence, December, to me, is purity.
Love everyone! –your Satan Maiden
so i am new here and i really need some guidance through this whole community i also listen to disturbed alot but cannot follow their movements for reasons like restricted web access
My dumb phone uploaded 4 of the same picture to my pictures lol I actually laughed