Krakow and Katowice

you going to poland next week? im going to st tropez next week :PP not a big difference i think :PP

katowice -- osiedle 1000-lecia -- most population per m2 in europe -- small ghetto were i was born
than the ufo in the centrum of katowice -- it landed there like 50 years ago
but the best part is a big park Park Chorzowski -- nothing more to see in this city its dirty

but krakow u must see the whole city its very nice -- in the oldcity there are many jazzbars with live jazzbands - really good -- and of course the castle of krakow

have fun but better go for some more days to krkow than stay in katowice

take some weed

u dont have to know some special places in krakow cuz krakow is awesome
katowice ehh,nothing interesting beside some nice clubs

warsaw>all

warszaffka4life!

make sure to be kind to polish males while greeting them with "siema skurwysynie", it'll be an unforgettable stay for you!

take various shots before you enter pooland

Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!
Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!
Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!
Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!
Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!
Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!
Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!
Turn off your TV, read between the lines...
23, sucka, can’t you see the signs?
It’s the apocalypse. The time is now.
Ain’t no stoppin’ this!

Kabuum! I’m disconnected from the naval,
flatlined, resurrected and stable.
Now! It’s time to turn the table,
taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.

Reality check in high def,
run the rat race, but my life is timeless.
And I keep growing every day,
observe the game, lay low and maintain.

I feel the comfort in rain,
the misery ends when excepting the pain.
I chop down doubts like lumber,
my angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.

I wake nightmares, shake and quake,
I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now.
The night is on fire just like wicks
And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.

Reflect, regroup, reject, reboot, recall, respond, rebel, reward,
record, return, reform, reverse, refuse, repeat, refuse, revolt!

Kabuum! Yo, this kid’s ballistic,
parallel universes – all twisted,
blow the Richter, yo, crash the charts,
shoot for stars and top statistics.

It’s time to regain control,
of this wicked world – it’s impossible to stop...
The global enemy – John Dough.
Show only what you want them all to know.

Lock away your truths, hopes, fears and woes,
subversion is quickly exposed.
Cops will roam the zone and dispatch drones,
scan eyeballs and detect clones.

So keep a low profile.
Organize worldwide and worthwhile.
And when it’s time to strike back...
Booby trap tracks with dynamite stacks!