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..Biti ili živjeti, to je pravo pitanje.. ( a i biti ili piti, hehe..)
Millencolin - No Cigar
Tell us where you're from,
what you want to become.
And we'll say if you're OK.
Where did you go to school?
Right answer and you're cool.
Yeah, you're the kid the whole day.
You get a sticker in your face.
Information about the case,
so you know your potential.
Don't you think you can extend.
Don't you think you can extend, just comprehend.
But I don't wanna hear it,
no, it's more than I accept.
I don't care where I belong no more.
What we share or not I will ignore.
We will shut you out.
We'll put you in doubt.
If you think that you're special.
We'll tell you who you are.
Tell you that you're close but no cigar.
But I don't wanna hear it,
no, it's more than I accept.
'Cause I don't care where I belong no more.
What we share or not I will ignore.
And I won't waste my time fitting in.
'Cause I don't think contrast is a sin.
What they say is...
Go back, where you came from.
They'll tell you that, but I don't wanna hear.
No I don't wanna hear. No I don't wanna hear it.
No, it's more than I accept.
'Cause I don't care where I belong no more.
What we share or not I will ignore.
And I won't waste my time fitting in.
'Cause I don't think contrast is a sin.
The Cure - Boys don't cry
I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind
I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do
So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away
Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more
Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
GALLOWS - "Orchestra Of Wolves"
My name is Casanova
I'm basically a man
I have the head of a wolf
The appetite of an entire land
This song is going out to the girls
You're all looking fucking fine
Baby spread those shaking legs
Because I'm feeling fucking hungry tonight
I like to feed on broken hearts
There ain't no taste like lovers falling apart
If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
You're no good to me if you can't even speak
I don't want you passing out I want you sucking my dick
If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
I want you to wake up and remember my name
When you're washing my cum off your fucking face
My name is Casanova
I'm basically a man
I have the head of a wolf
The appetite of an entire land
This song is going out to the girls
You're all looking well buff
I'm sick of all this long term shit
I just wanna fuck
My name is Casanova
I'm nothing but a beast
Baby the way you're shaking those hips
Has got me ready for a fucking feast
This song is going out to the girls
I want to feel your body close against mine
Why waste time with conversation
When we can fuck for the rest of our lives
The hardest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return
subota, 29.07.2006.
Ahh..nema mi do cigarete..
Recite ne PUŠENJU! Cigarete ubijaju.. hmm..da.. Sve to stoji, ali tko uostalom želi živjeti zauvijek??
Znam,znam da cigarete smrde, ali su i odlićno sredstvo za tjeranje komaraca i raznoraznih letiećih insektoidnih beštija ljet jer je nikotin odličan insekticid.. I uostalom, nema boljeg feelinga od uvući topli dim smrti kada si živčan, ili kad si se pošteno najeo pa nemreš više ni pošteno disati, ili kad bi najradije razbio nekom glavu ( i onda kad razbiješ nekome glavu ) jer kako netko može znati da je živ, ako nikada nije bio blizu smrti, a sa svakom cigaretom ste 7 minuta bliže smrti..
Arachidus puši: MC ( Jer je jeftin ), York ( kad nemre naći onu jednu, jebenu kunu za MC ), te bijeli Walter dugi ( jer ih se duže puši ), Marlboro ( kad se ima para, iako mi je onaj prije bio draži od ovog srpskog sada..I onaj slovenski bijeli je jako dobar ), Ronhill lights ( To mi puši cura, ja ih ne volim, al kad kriza stisne, užicam i to..), a volim i prave cigare ( pogotovo Moods, iako se rijetko nađe para za to )..
Arachidusa je hvatala kriza
, plaća nikako da stigne, a zapalio nije od velikog biblijskog potopa ( bar mu se tako činilo ), iako je popušio cijelu kutiju sinoć navečer u rock klubu.. Kud će - šta će??, pitao se.. Provjerio je stanje u novčaniku, ali osim paučine i jednog simpa moljca koji je izletio u slobodu, nije našao ništa..
Pretresao je cijeli stan, nigdje ni lipe, sjetio se da ima još malo ganđe za crne dane, ali se nije htio napušiti, već mu je falio nikotin u vrajžoj krvi..
Niš, izletio je van u nadi da će uspijeti naći nekog od koga će užicati koju cigaretu..drek, vani srpanj, tri popodne, 36 stupnja u hladu, nema žive duše, ni onih pijanaca kreaj marketa koji inače gube dane u pivi i Yorku ( Yugoslavenskoj Osmoj Državi Kosovo s kojom nisi sam.. ).. Arachidus je na svoju nesreću otkrio da su svi ili na moru ili na nekom putu, uglavnom živa pušiona, a njega već stišću pluća od želje.. Niš, šeće on i šeće, dopali do centra kadli spazi tamo nekog cigu kako đabalebari u debeloj 'ladovini. s tračkom nade mu priđe kadli mu ovaj ko iz topa ispali: "Ej kompa, jel imaš cigaru?!". "Ma pička mu mile matere", pomisli Arachidus, već shrvan apstinenciskom krizom, pomirivši se s činjenicom da nema sreće, otpuzi polako doma u nadi da će tugu utopiti u hrani..
Kad ono doma..PRAZAN FRIŽIDER..Jebeš mu mater, režimi su se mijenjali, bio je socijalizam, bio je rat, bio je Tuđman, bio je SDP, sad je HDZ, uskoro će biti HSU ili HSP ( ipak u hrvatskoj ima najmanje milijun i po penzića koji nikako da umru, a fašizam je sve popularniji ), no taj je frižider uvijek prazan.. Arachidus s očajem u očima pogleda pauka kako mirno sjedi u mreži u bijelini kuta frižidera pitajući se dali je jestiv?! Nakon što je ustanovio da je, ali da nije previše ukusan, zalupi vrata frižidera i u ormaru nađe suhu koricu prek,prek,prekjučerašnjeg riječkog polubijelog koju je polagano cuclao s guštom cijeli dan..
Koja je poanta priče?? Nema je, napisah je samo da nepušaći i oni bogati vide kako je to kad se nema u ćemu utopiti tugu.. Zato vas molim draga djeco, nemojte se drogirati, ne trošite pare na nabrijavanje Bembare kojeg vam je tatica kupio, radije te pare udijelite meni da si kupim cigarete ili bar da napunim frižider, jer ako ga ja ne napunim, moja škrta baba koje nikad nema doma, a jede kod susjeda ili kod moje prababe u Fažani sigurno neće.. hehe,šmrc
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