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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
četvrtak, 12.10.2006.
Staklena zvona
Jedne mirne večeri na jednom mirnom krevetu u jednoj mirnoj sobi mirne zgrade u jednom mirnom gradiću..
"Ali ja ne želim nikada odrasti", ljutito je odbrusila.
-Ženo, imaš dvadeset godina, ideš na fax, imaš auto, ne možeš cijeli život ovisiti o drugima, o meni, svojim prijateljicama i starcima?!!
"Mogu i hoću, ja neću nikada biti odrasla", počela je vikati sa suznim očima.
-Molim te, nemoj plakati, znaš da to mrzim. Dobro, reci mi u čemu je problem, čega te točno strah??
"Ja..ja..ja..ja neznam..Svega..", plakala je.
-Ma kako te molim te može biti svega strah?? Pa vizualiziraj svoje strahove, lakše češ ih pobijediti, ne možeš se svaki put povući kad nešto krene, ili ima mogučnost krenuti krivo.
"Mogu i Hoću!"
-A što ćeš učiniti kad budeš imala djecu? Kad proplaču navečer? Zvati mamu?? Poslati muža?? Lupati glavom o zid??
"Neznam, ali neću odrasti..Strah me..", zajecala je.
-Hmm..a ma..radi što te volja, ali zapamti, svi mi moramo odrasti, inače nas društvo zgazi.
"Teški infantilizam", mislio je Rastislav nakon još jednog razgovora sa svojom djevojkom. Prošlo je već petnaest minuta otkako je sjela u svoj auto i odvezla se kući. Nikako mu nije išlo u glavu što on zapravo radi snjom. Volio ju je, ali nije mogao uz sav svoj teret, svoju odgovornost i obveze, preuzeti i njen. Nije. Došlo mu je da si puca u glavu. Razmišljao je koliko mnogo riba ima na ovome svijetu, a baš njegova mora paničariti svaki put kad sjedne za volanom. Baš njegova mora voditi svoju majku sa sobom kad ju je nešto trta, npr. kad ju je odvela da bi si otvorila žiro račun. Glava ga je ubijala, nije volio toliko razmišljati o takvim "emotivnim" pizdarijama. Upalio je Playstation da odmori mozak i da mu misli odlutaju.
"Ajoj koka, znaš da ja tebe jako puno volim", tepala mu je slijedećeg dana
-M daj, dođi ksebi dok još imaš kome.
"A daj, nemoj bit takav!?", pogledala ga je sa svojim simpa glumljenim ljutitim pogledom.
Nakon što je već milijardu puta iz ženskih ustiju čuo "nemoj bit takav" i "zašto si takav", Rastislavu jopš uvijek nitko nije uspio objasniti kakav je to.. Nije ljut..nije tužan..možda razočaran..jer ga nitko nije shvaćao..nitko, pa ni ona, dijete od dvadeset godina s kojim se već tri godine igra..A sam Lucifer zna da je pokušavao.. pokušao joj je reći - nije shvatila.. pokušao joj je pokazati - nije shvatila.. pokušao ju je uvesti u sebe, u svoje djetinjstvo, otvoriti se - nije shvatila i još se i naljutila na to.. Rastislav je ostao bez nade.. Neshvaćen..
Kraj dijela prvog
To je slikica, satelitska, noćna, S i J Koreje. Kako S koreja ima A-bombu, a nema struje, pitao me frend, a sad pitam ja vas??
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