Doar Dinamo Bucuresti

29/11/2023

ma-ta i proasta si nu suge da de p**a nu prea fuge

21/08/2023

29/05/2023

https://youtu.be/QN1m_1j2T90

Florin Prunea si suporterii dinamovisti injura Steaua pe ritm de manele.

30/04/2023

nebunu w**d

01/02/2023

I'm over here stroking my dick I got lotion my dick yeah I'm just stroking my s**t like I'm h***y as f**k dawg like for real cuh

03/01/2023

2022 didnt exist we(?!) move

29/05/2022

every end at a time

31/12/2021

2022 is 2021 and 2020 and 2019 and so on you all know it but maybe refuse to acknowledge it to not trespass the convention of "time". such tragic numbers here to prove to us we are aging or approaching demise or comfort numbers to assure us we are worthy of life for passing through another "year". what is a year? this stupid convention is of little meaning to us yet we seek to mark the "date" of "31 december" (numbers and letters blimey!) as a special day or something to look forward to and, pay attention, this just because it represents an end in our simple convention of time . a convention for a convention! numbers and letters amalgamated together as CHECKPOINTS for HUMANITY! destroy the clocks, abolish time, the scientists are the police!

22/08/2021

zlatko georgiev fact: he has never been funny

18/08/2021

there are two theories: of evolutionism, that work in the evolution of man has created the state and intellectuals. possessors of labor intellectuals. creators. it's a lie. it is a blatant lie. there is another theory of the so-called weapon. whoever owns the weapon leads is not a theory but a practice. not being a theory, it is not true. so it is a practice. this is American practice, Western practice. it's normal. they would not want to make Romania be in the first place. with what to be? with what to be? or Romania to have history. Modern history is the history of the United States of America. united state. my hustory is the history of the dick. we f**k and have children. isn't it normal? history of the dick. he f**ked and I showed up. I'm ET, I'm iET, as in caIET or who knows what I am, extra-, exterior, terra, exterior IEE, exterior earth because I survived. I'm not from another planet or an earthly woman has fallen in love with someone who came by plane, spaceship, aircraft and that you can't prove that there is only air. it is very difficult here. to be only air, to be the atmosphere everywhere. and I can't prove a vacuum either. I would like to say that I am in the school park, in the wonderful school park, that we have no intellectuals, no creators, no ... we don't have only, we only have people like me, who have no value at all in the world and I want to not attenuate the climate. It's on guns ... what's with guns? he has guns in Romanian who is a president or a mayor or a teacher, he has no value. that's why I won't get married because they forbade me, they said this man should not make offspring. offspring are made by pasha. pasha, Mr. Mihailescu has children. children from children follow and are good at work and create the functional Romanian state. the state wouldn't work if I didn't f**k. no, is it logical? I mean no, f**kable. and then the state would no longer exist. who would it lead, who would it put to work? who else would work with the computer from america? no, who else would work? we have people working with the computer. we have the Latin alphabet. Rome is in Italy ,in Italy Romania's Bucharest. I wouldn't want to talk too much because i don't have any ... I would do verbal exhibitionism. and I want to say that where I live, in Romania, it's like that, because you were born. auf, good morning!

12/08/2021

I have something to say. I did not become a dinamovist because I aspired to be one. And I did not become DINAMO ULTRAS out of ambition, but once again I had no choice as a result of my hatred for WCSB. But nonetheless, I am a dinamovist. DINAMO ULTRAS, that is my name. What does a dinamovist do Bjorn?
Bjorn: He kills WCSB fans.
Yes, good... he kills WCSB fans. And as a dinamovist, I have the last say. Me! Not you, not you and not you.

12/08/2021

I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away.

My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution.

I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The fcsb fans' corpses showing up in his toy chest, my dad’s razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom’s dress replaced by a Dinamo jersey. My parents are hesitant now, using “last chances” sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him.

I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back or they’ll know it was me.

06/08/2021

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children.

Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn’t watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn’t want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parents’ room. Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the framed dinamo jersey outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, “Take the children and get out of the house… we’ll call the police. We don’t own framed dinamo jersey.”

The police found both of the children and the babysitter slumped in pools of their own blood within three minutes of the call. No jersey was found.

19/04/2021

"You sit there and you thump your Bible, and you say your prayers, and it didn't get you anywhere! Talk about your Psalms, talk about John 3:16... Austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass!"

07/04/2021

the new generation is learning! even though WCSBists tried to spread their fake propaganda, the youth are smart enough to see through their lies and deceptions! learning from their forefathers, youngsters show brilliance on and off the pitch by sharing the knowledge THEY want you to not possess! from mouth to mouth, word travels quickly and inocculates visions of the glorious afterlife for all DINAMO supporters! I am here to spread the word like these two HEROES did and even if they (yes, facebook is controlled by wcsbists, they made it obvious a long back, it's a story for another time) will try to take down what i communicate to you, our fans shall rise as LEGION and post the truth en masse! the world needs to know! the world is bleeding and the RED DOGS are the bandage it needs! the world needs DINAMO!

AUGH AUGH AUGH!!!

11/03/2021

do you want to know whats wonderful about supporting dinamo? he told me theres a paradise waiting for me, a world full of warmth and love, my home for eternity! its going to be such a beautiful place, such beautiful place! you can all come with me! there s a place for all of us, he told me! theres a place for everyone...

08/03/2021

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Co******er in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite c***s! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bulls**t!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
But fret not, you who are true in purpose!
Pain! Suffering! Destruction!... all temporary!
For the Great Red Bull is at thy side, Dinamovist!
As life is a mere test!
WCSBists will perish, their souls consumed eternally will be!
While Dinamo will thrive forever faithfully!

RED DOGS RED DOGS DINAMO AUGH!!

26/02/2021

down bad

23/02/2021

signs are everywhere: inocculated in our brains from childhood! our elders have tried to warn us to stay away from eternal damnation (aka supporting wcsb) and to express our constant support for the beautiful RED DOGS DINAMO! a simple example is Clifford the big Red Dog, Dinamo propaganda at its best! those that are blind to the signs should suffer eternally as pain and damnation is brought down by moloch's servants. fire will pour down from the skies and the sinners will burn in agony as the blessed watch with disgust at their misfortunate choice of teams! DINAMO DINAMO DINAMO!

19/02/2021

"I am fleeing from a country where Dinamo militants destroy all aspects of life and kill us en masse before they return to mourn those millions of victims and exploit the numbers of deaths as propaganda to gain sympathy from the demons in the afterlife. The Dinamovists launched a war, and terrifying chaos ensued, but most of the victims of my country fell at the hands of them, and they may be mostly Romanian, but the killer is also a Romanian, analyzing their killing in many cases, and returning to mourn for their remains. I escaped that bloody ritual, seeing those groups make offerings to Moloch every day. I escaped for fear of living with people who were baptized with blood every day."

~ terrified note left by a WCSB fan before he was found by our fandom fleeing for H*ngary and punished accordingly