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..Život je igra u kojoj porazom naučiš više nego pobjedom..
..Tko svoje tajne čuva za sebe ostaje zauvijek svojim gospodarom..
..Iskustvo je strog učitelj, prvo ti postavi test, a tek potom lekciju..
..Audaces fortuna iuvant..
..Ja sam kao magnet za žene; one su plus i ja sam plus..
..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
petak, 20.10.2006.
Duhovi imperfekta (kvazi-nastavak staklenih zvona)
PlayStation, dvije čarobne riječi koje su Rastislava vraćale u najljepše doba njegova djetinjstva. Toliki sati pred TV ekranom, Rastislav mjesecima nije redovito jeo, spavao, učio ni pisao zadaće, nije se tuširao, on bi postao likovi iz igri, a likovi iz igri su postajali on. Zajedno su spašavali svijet, vozili aute, sk8 bez ozljeda, zaljubljivali se, mrzili i bojali, Rastislav je upijao njihove vrline i mane te se trudio postati kao oni. Najviše je vremena Rastislav poklanjao Final Fantasy-u..VIII,IX,X,VII,VI..Igrao ih je sve, ali najviše osmicu, otišao je toliko daleko da je (namjerno ili slučajno) poprimio neke karakterne crte glavnog lika, asocijalnost, samotnjaštvo, bijes prema svijetu i nepravdi..
To su bila davna vremena, prisjećao ih se rado sad već skoro odrasli Rastislav, no, kad bi taj dio sebe, svoje djetinjstvo i idole pokušao približiti voljenoj djevojci, naišao bi na hladni zid indiferentnosti i nerazumijevanja..
«Halo?! Koka, šta mi lijepoga radiš?», dopirao je slatko kreštav zvuk iz telefonske slušalice.
- Ma ponovno igram FinalFantasy VII, zaboravio sam kako trulo izgleda..
«..Grump..khm,khm..hmm-da..A daj, više voliš taj svoj FinalFantasy nego mene..pa ako si imao vremena mogao si doći do mene..», ovo zadnje je rekla toliko maznim glasom da je Rastislavu odmah bilo jasno što bi to oni kod nje radili.
- Ma htjedoh se odmoriti, plus toga, šta se ti javljaš, šta ne gledaš neke svoje sapunice ili tak neć??
«A daj, a koka moja, ti mene više ne vojiš..», Rastislavu su se digle dlake na vratu kad je začuo tu rečenicu u obliku dječjeg prenemaganja..
- M da, da.. Ajd čujemo se kasnije, stara mi je došla..
Poklopio je slušalicu i odpauzirao igru. Rastislav je još jedanput postigao potpunu katatoniju sa svojim PS-om, sa svojim FF-om.
Nakon dva, tri dana, primijetio je kako opet boluje od sindroma FF depresije. Njegov život mu se činio tako siv i dosadan, sve te društvene norme, sve te pizdarije za koje ga nije bilo briga.. Htio je nestati, biti upijen u taj drugi svijet fantazije, putovati u dobrom društvu sa mačem u ruci po svijetu i ubijati čudovišta, a ne slušati prenemaganje svoje djevojke koja je odjednom postala silno napaljena (ili se on ohladio??), ili slušati dosadna predavanja koja nije shvaćao , ili svoje dosadne prijatelje kojima je vrhunac života bio napiti se, ili se pilati na poslu..
Shvaćao je da mora nešto napraviti, ali ni to mu se nije dalo, pa je stalno odgađao svoju ponovnu resocijalizaciju, tonući sve dublje i dublje u svoj svijet mašte..
kraj dijela drugog, treći ubrzo..
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