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iako je je prvobitna namjena ovog bloga bila pisat iskljucivo o panteri,predomislih se.O meni sve pise u boxevima...bla...bla...
prije nekih 10 minuta jehovini svjedoci su mi zvonili na vrata...boze moj...onda me zicali pare za neki casopis,pa ispitivali o zivotu,svako malo ima zatvaram vrata oni uporno zvone.Zasto uopce dolaze na vrata jer nisu svi vjernici-ja osobno vjerujem u boga,al ne u onakvog kakvog ga crkva predstavlja.na kraju mi je neka zenska dala besplatno taj fucking casopis....ma nek si nosi,kaj ce to meni.Stvarno sam bila lose volje s obzirom da je danas vec subota i da je preksutra skola i ond ami jos ova mora unistit dan..ma nek se ster u tri pi*** ,**te****.zakaj sam im uopce i otvorila vrata(istina pas je lajao ko ludjak nije mi bilo izbora).
prekjucer sva vesela,za rodjendan dobila marte,nakon sto je majka shvatila da su mi one stare 3 broja premale...i da lijepo ja idem od glavnog do trga..i osjetim da me noge bole...pitamo se zasto...nika,al nikad u zivotu nisma imala zuljeve od marti,al sad ih moram imat...argh
tudej se anja vraca,majko bozja,mislim da ce i meni i njoj jezik otpast dok prepricamo prosli tjedan,koji ej bio super ako izuzmemo neke sitnice....no daaaaaa
ne znam zasto al nekako sam zivcana..pitam se pitam zasto....
Pig Destroyer - Natasha
been lonesome two years since she disappeared I'm at the park
where she was
last seen a vast green clearing wrapped up in maple trees
spilling the
morning rain from their leaves I used to walk here with a girl
seventeen at
the time mistress of seventeen smiles sublime with flaming locks
of red in
autumn and burning locks of orange in the summertime we were
solemn and
awkward that last night together she laid by my side staring
into starless
skies black as fallen angel feathers I stared into the forest
pretending not
to see the hangmen she was hiding in her eyes of serpent green
she said
there was another I refused to believe her I'd thought we'd kiss
till our
tongues tied together all my loving memories became scenes of
frenzied
slaughter my hands became cruel talons as they moved to destroy
her her neck
broke like a toy in a careless child's grip my tears rained down
into dead
eyes and splashed upon her lifeless lips I put her in the ground
like a
flower here I am standing in that same spot today where my
angel's empty
shell last laid and as my tears began to well up once more I see
a path into
the treeline that I'd never seen before I follow it down into a
ravine find
a hole in the earth framed in the roots of a birch tree subtle
echoes of her
voice speaking words I've never heard but the way she hissed her
"s"'s it
just had to be her I smell honeysuckle then opium two of her
signature
scents I pull aside all the thistles and vines and mesmerized I
make my
descent as I crawl further inside the light slowly dies and the
dirt begins
to feel like her skin I tremble as I drag my fingers down the
walls
caressing her sweet flesh again I'm sliding down trying so hard
not to fall
slipping on the blood that's seeping from the walls then
suddenly I'm
surrounded by a thousand of her eyes bathing the tunnel in a
strange green
light the eyes show me pictures like ghostly television screens
all her
thrashing final struggles and her ravaged corpse serene the
tunnel is
closing behind me pressing me further and further down I'm being
swallowed
by her earth and consumed by her ground the end is moving into
sight I gasp
and I scream as I see her lovely mouth five times the size of me
her lips
curl into a grin around her crooked gnashing teeth I'm
pulverized and
devoured in the jaws of a girl seventeen
idem sad...pozdrav
ovakvu zakrpu mi lucija kupila:D
Post je objavljen 13.01.2007. u 12:03 sati.