Friendship

Lets talk about friendship, shall we? I would particularly like to concentrate on male-female relations. Most of , still primitive, bipeds that walk this planet who's IQ is higher than 50 think that there is no such thing as friendship when it comes to men and women. They are somewhat right. There couldn't ever be a friendship between the two sexes...in a primitive society such as theirs. Thank god I don't acknowledge their society. Freud said that everything we do is involved with our subconsciousness, and every male attempt to establish a communication with a female is just another way to try and get into their pants. It may have been that way in his time. But today, the evolution has brought us (or at least me) to a whole new level of male-female friendship. For example - I have no need to think about how does the girl look naked when I'm talking to her. Nor am I imagining other kinky stuff that the rest of my race probably is. I'm not sure what is the problem. Is it so hard? Or is it just your nature to do those things? Is it so hard to think with your bigger head? Come on, I know that they are beautiful, I know that they're sexy, but hey...they have a brain too, you know! You can actually have a good conversation with them. Sex is not everything they are meant for. Don't get me wrong, that is one of the good things the can provide us with. But it's not the only thing. Most of my friends, really good friends, are female. They are far more reasonable and will give you better advices than male friends, if you need them. They will also always be there for you when you need them. They do have their flaws (after all, they are women), but it's not like we are flawless. And isn't it just adorable, the fact that they are just so...small and fragile. When you look down to them in those big, pretty eyes of theirs...don't you just wanna hug them and never let them go. They may be smarter than us, but where would they be without us? Who would protect them? Who would kiss their tears? They need us, and we need them. Without them this world would never be complete.

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Primijetio sam da ljudi misle kako su ovo pjesme koje sam ja prepisao od drugih poznatih ili nepoznatih umjetnika, ali da sad raščistim...ovo su MOJE pjesme...ja sam ih napisao...ja sam...bez ičije pomoći...(ok, možda mi tu i tamo netko da inspiraciju, ali to ne znači da su sudjelovali u stvaranju pjesme :P)



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