subota, 24.09.2005.

mi pišemo, duje smeta

sama sam doma...tj.sama bez roditeljskog autoriteta u blizini. oko sebe iman drage ljude i duju kojeg uvik možete uposlit ako blizu nemate sikiru. šta zna biti od životne važnosti ako je minus 15 vanka.
pijemo.
opila sam se.
i anna je na dobrom putu pa ćemo imat tematsku večer.
ja ginger rogers ona fred astaire.
wheeeeeeeee.......


evo anna, da je svekoliko pučanstvo ne zaboravi...

javlja se anna jadna....
prošlo lito...
za tjedan dana u onaj usrani ledeni zg...
ne da mi se... al katica i ja ćemo rasturat gori pa mi je lakše... btw. daria je katica.... nemojte uopće pitat zašto... uglavnon sve je super... našle smo nekog lipog crnog vina od tate marka pa se večer nastavlja u veselon tonu... sad imamo lude 80e.... pozdravljamo tonka i duju i šmita i maru i ivanu i zanu i sve koje volimo... volimo i vas



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(ovo je dujin trag postojanja)

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ponedjeljak, 19.09.2005.

..mrzin...naslovljavat...postove..

selim u zagreb 1.10. konačan darum. zlo mi je.
ne toliko od same promjene, koliko od samog čina
selidbe, ritualnog spremanja sitnica,
teatralnog opraštanja od šire i uže rodbine i
činjenice da svi na to gledaju kao na
početak Novog Ozbiljnog i Odgovornog Života.
fak of.
ja ću uvik biti neozbiljno dite, pa da se
sad odselim u papuu novu gvineju.
eto, zato mi je zlo.
al me raduje pomisao na tjedan dana samačkog
života u šibeniku sa starom ekipom, prije nego
se raspršimo po lijepoj našoj, dok mi starci
budu sređivali nastambu u zg-u.
jeah.
partipartipartipartipartpartipartipartipartiparti...

np beck - beautiful way

Searchlights on the skyline
Just looking for a friend
Who’s gonna love my baby
When she’s gone around the bend
Egyptian bells are ringing
When it’s her birthday
Sweet nothin’, I’m talking about you
There’s a hurricane blowing your way
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break my heart
There’s someone calling your name
It’s driving you insane

You were wearing that stained raincoat
And your umbrella was a tangled mess
You were washed up on the glittering shoals
Looking for another crime to confess
You bribed yourself
Out of a place in the sun
But you had some change to spare
So you said you wanna spend it on me
And shook the blues out of your hair

Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break my heart
There’s someone calling your name
You’re gonna miss that train

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subota, 17.09.2005.

san x 8

bolesna sam...jebemti sinuse.
predoziram se limunima i andolima.
i snom.
mrzin svoje sinuse.
da bar nečemu služe.
ALI NE!
bila sam u zečevu.
planirala se odmoriti.
umisto toga, razbolila sam se.
ne znam kako.
zato sad uziman odmor.
krevet.
esencija svega..............................................
oh, da.

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ponedjeljak, 12.09.2005.

*************:)**************

e, da mi je neko prije tjedan dana reka da ću ja proživljavati sve ovo s određenim ljudima, i štoviše, da će mi biti predobro, poslala bi ga u vrapče, žuti hodnik, problemi s poremećajem percepcije stvarnosti.
nikad ne reci nikad...
lina sam do bola.
hedonizam je uzeo maha i ne namjerava stati.
svaki put se ispolji na drugi način.
predobro je.
ne da mi se u zagreb.
ne da mi se ni pedlja dalje odavde di sam sad. sad je trenutak...the moment...drugo lito ove godine.
možda čak i bolje od "službenog"...a možda i ne.
ovo je čisto trag postojanja mog potpunog zadovoljstva.


it was a very good year, when i was 19

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petak, 09.09.2005.

grlila sam se...

- 05:27 -

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petak, 02.09.2005.

postoji otok osunčan

da...prošlo je dakle ono šta školarci zovu litom...otok je ostao napušten, mada sad doživljava svoje najsvjetlije trenutke u godini. šteta.
ja ću još neko vrime živit na relaciji šibenik – otok, jer ga ne mogu pustit tako lako, a uostalom, nemam pojma šta ću sa sobom ovih narednih misec dana.
lito je bilo...ne najbolje u životu, kako to stariji vole reći, al na neki čudan i neobjašnjiv način spešl...niti jednu planiranu stvar nisam napravila, nisam bila u motovunu, nisam išla na lastovo, bila sam u primoštenu da razbijem monotoniju, e to je bilo...bolesno. insomnia.
fešta jedna, druga, treća...tjedan dana overdosea tekućom dosadom, pijanka jedna, druga, treća...ljudi koji su zujali, prozujali, tako brzo da ih nisam stigla ni doživiti....
čudni smo bili...prominili smo se, valjda.
i toliko o tome.
ma, bilo je.........i to je najbitnije.
Mooving on.
A tako mi se ne da.
Skroz mi je odgovaralo ono «to je normalno skroz, jer je kolovoz» stanje.
Al nije više.
Ni kolovoz.
A ni stanje.
Koliko god se ja borila protiv toga.

Kazaljke sata vrte se uvijek samo u jednom smjeru.

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Sexy Barbica, 05.06.2006. u 21:34
Ma ne moj molim te, ti si jako ljubomorna jer sam ja jako seksi. Ti si ružna prištava i frustrirana tinejđerica koju nitko ne želi. Nemoj mi tu srat o nekim metalima jer ja imam kemiju 3 , a ti 1. i naravno ja sam navijačica a ti si droljica!

(ne slušajte me kad počnem srat o metalima rofl)

And maybe you're the Circle Line girl, trying so hard not to let on you know I'm looking at the way your toes poke out through your sandals, at funny angles to your feet, and how you know it turns me on

Or maybe you're the Spanish girl, playing with your hair as you wait for your friend in that wild octagon of mirrors the Tate calls a coffee shop ..... And I can smell that hair from here, and I can see from eight different angles the way your nipples look through that thin black cotton top, reflected to infinity ..... And oh God it's places like that and purple-tipped prose like this, that's going to haemorrhage me girl .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

Or maybe you're the bay window girl in Wandsworth Town, in ripped jeans and open venetians, painting the difficult corner of an empty room white under a naked bulb, leaning across the bar at the top of your stepladder at the precise moment I'm passing on the steep street at the bottom of your garden in the gathering night ..... voyeur's delight

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

Or maybe you're the foundation painter at the Central School, looking so fine-boned I could carry you home in your portfolio case, laced up gently so you won't cry out on the bus and give the game away, tied up lightly, because girl, how could I knowingly injure someone with your perfect lips and wrists, your exquisite structure ..... Oh little acrylic painter, I can kiss eggshells, I can be ginger, all the critics say I'm such a sensitive singer .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

And maybe you're listening to my voice now, on your Walkman or your bedsit Dansette, letting my songs slip into you on this quiet night in with your pads of doodles and your fingers full of pencils and low tar cigarettes ..... And the music's light and pleasant so you hardly notice what I'm singing about in 'Paper Wraps Rock' and 'Murderers, the Hope of Women', my voice is just a sound that pleases you, that enters you and leaves you just the same, and that's how I want it to stay, because, you know .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

But some of those were bitter records, records which accuse women, girls like you, of using your attractiveness wantonly and wilfully to trap and to paralyse men who wanted you and could never have you, men who sometimes felt the perverse urge to trash the women they desired the most, men who imagined they despised all those immaculate visions ..... what adolescent crap, what kind of idiot would sing that? Oh, not me because, you know .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

But sometimes I think that every man who writes, every man who paints or composes, deep soul or symphonies, it makes no difference, all those men are only making do with substitutes: Solomon, Confucius, Franz Kafka, they'd never have done it if they'd been as beautiful as you, sitting cross-legged there with gentle music lapping around a promise, there where your thighs meet, of fertility a million artists couldn't compete with

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

And all the time I see you there in the eye of my mind, and all that cheap macho stuff about de Sade and misogyny vanishes into thin air and I'm moved to tears just like any other sucker who's been bruised by all the things that weren't to be, and yet who's ready to fall down on his knees in front of a woman and say "Whatever you may do, whatever you may be to me, despite the times we disagree, your ridiculous ambitions, your conventional inhibitions, I want you to know that I respect you, I accept you and I want you to accept me, I want to kiss you, kiss your stockinged knee, accept the uniquely soft flesh on the undersides of your hips"

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

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1. pribit ću te ko vola u kupusu (???)
2.ubiti oko (livo ili desno?)
3.najebat ko žuti (kako to žuti, pobogu, najebaje?)
4.ritko na plitko
5. ...puca pogled
6. obukla si se u široke gaće
7. raspojasa si se
8. jadna ti maništra
9. pijan ko majka
10. prodavat muda pod bubrige
11. s koljena na koljeno
12. na licu mjesta
13. nisan ja veslo cica
14. na sto muka
15. na po uha
16. aj ti tuda
17. baš si neka (kakva?)
18. idi doma gazit zelje
19. za babino brašno
20. ni vrit ni mimo

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