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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
petak, 19.01.2007.
Stress-express..
"Tko sam ja?!", prvo pitanje koje je Arachidusu prostrujilo umom tog kobnog četvrtka ujutro. Drugo pitanje je bilo: "Što mi se to desilo?!"
Dva dana ranije, 1800h
"Eh, napokon gotov, jebem ti i present continuous i glupe seminare.", ustanovio je Arachidus nakon što se sat i po vremena drkao sa gramatikom engleskog jezika.. Još je malo izvježbao seminar pred ogledalom, pa ga spremio u torbu i sretan što se riješio te obveze otišao u pekaru kupiti nešto za klopu.
sedam sati kasnije
Arachidus je sjedio u fotelji i piljio u televizor, nema, nema šanse da slatki sanak dođe k njemu.. Bio je tako umoran, ali mu se nije spavalo.. Sve je metode prokušao, 50 sklekova, par drkica, brojanje ovca, gledanje nekog tapija filma, čitanje metroexpressa, 24 sata, jutarnjeg, riječnika stranih riječi, telefonskog imenika iz 91.god (sve samo uzbudljiva literatura za spavanac); Niš, nikako da zaspi, imao je taj seminar i pun kurac obveza, predavanja, posla slijedeći dan, ali sna ne..
0835h ujutro
"Sine, ša nemaš neko predavanje?", nježno je stara skakala (doslovce) u onom svom stilu po Arachidusovoj glavi..
"Hmm..uhm..furlji,frlji..šmrc..khm..ziiiiiiiijeeeeeeeev..", budio se, "koliko že uri..zijeev..?"..
"Kvarat do devet.", neidentificirani mu je glas odgovorio..
"ŠTA?!", uzviknuo je naglo otvorivši oči. Događaji koji su slijedili, oblačenje, pranje zubiju, traženje torbe i put do faxa su se odigrali kao u nekom ubrzanom filmu.
Nije se ni snašao a već se ispričavao za kašnjenje na tečnom engleskom. Sjeo je. Otvorio bilješke. Izašao na katedru. Otvorio usta:
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...............I'm sorry, I really can't do this.."
Nakon prodike o odgovornosti na lošem engleskom sa ultrafejk naglaskom koju nije čuo a koju mu je održala profesorica, Arachidus je sjeo..
Pitali su ga što mu je.. Nije znao što da odgovori..
Stress mu je spržio mozak, pa mu je ostatak dana bio:...............
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Kraj drugog dijela.. U slijedećem nastavku: "Rastislavov propao izlazak sa curom"
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