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Ruža mrtvačka

Sada sam već počela obećavati izradu postova o biserima s kojima provodim svoje uzaludne dane. Tako me i jebena Ruža cima već duže vrijeme da napišem post o njoj, a kako je ona napisala o meni lijepi post i stvarno lijepo me pohvalila, ja ću učiniti potpuno suprotno, opisat ću istinu...
Naime, jednoga dana u mjesecu kolovozu, rodila se Ružica. Ime su joj dali jer je ruža potpuna suprotnost od nje. Ruža je cvijet iznimne ljepote i predivnog, opojnog mirisa, a ovaj bogac,... Uglavnom, Ruža je spadala u jedan mali postotak našega grada koji je zalazio u Tarkus. Tamo se cijelo vrijeme naguravala, divljala na akorde Jimija i Eddie Veddera, i krala nam zrak koji nam je bio prijeko potreban jer ipak Tarkus je velik 3x3. Ako i toliko. Nije bitan Tarkus... Tako sam imala priliku često promatrati Ružu koja je cijelo vrijeme divljala, nabacivala se svemu po redu (nije važno da li sjedi, leži ili puzi ispod stola) i napadala ljude koji joj se nisu svidjeli. Držala sam se oduvijek po strani, a tada me Bog kaznio tako da sam otišla u Bašku rintati i zarađivati za život, i koga mi strpa u sobu nego - Nju. Još smo radile i isti posao, i u tih mjesec dana koliko sam radila s njom, shvatila sam da opet nije tako loša. Imala je svoje mane, stalno je morala biti u centru pozornosti, zavodila je jebene hidrante s velikim H koliko je bila očajna, ali nema veze. Na neki način sam je zavoljela (ali samo zato što mi je njena sestra prijetila) i tako smo postale prijateljice. Čak sam imala čast sudjelovati na njezinoj maturalnoj prošli tjedan, na koju je obukla takvu suknjicu, da joj se bome sve vidjelo, ali nema veze. Cura se zabavila, i ja s njom. Opila se, a s njom i ja. Bilo nam je jebeno, i sada zasigurno znam kako je nikada neću zaboraviti. Sve gluposti koje sam ovdje upotrijebila protiv jadne Ružice koja sada trenutno leži u bolnici i bori se protiv jebene leukemije, i nije kriva što ju ima, mora nositi jebene perike, a ja je ovdje jebem i pišem o njoj ne znam šta. Oprosti Ružo, nadam se da ćeš jednog dana ozdraviti, i ako poslije kada pobjediš ovu bolest završiš na Vrapču, ma doći ću ti u posjet. Obećavam...
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THE END

This is the end, beautiful friend.
This is the end, my only friend. The end
of our elaborate plans. The end
of everything that stands, the end.
No safety or surprise, the end.
I'll never look into your eyes again.

Can you picture what will be
so limitless and free.
Desperately in need
of some stranger's hand
in a desperate land.

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain,
and all the children are insane;
all the children are insane
waiting for the summer rain.

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Wierd scenes inside the goldmine;
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake.
Ride the snake, to the lake,
The ancient lake, baby
The snake he's long, seven miles
Ride the snake
He's old
And his skin is cold
The west is the best.
The west is the best.
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where you takin' us?

The killer awoke before dawn. He put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery and he
Walked on down the hall.
He went into the room where his sister lived. And then he.
Paid a visit to his brother. And then he, he
Walked on down the hall.
And he came to a door. And he looked inside.

"Father." "Yes son." "I want to kill you."
"Mother, I want to..."

Come on baby, take a chance with us,
Come on baby, take a chance with us,
Come on baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus...

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free, but you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end.


Go With The Flow

She said "i'll throw myself away,
They're just photos after all"
I can't make you hang around.
I can't wash you off my skin.
Outside the frame, is what we're leaving out
You won't remember anyway
I can go with the flow
Don't say it doesn't matter (with the flow) matter anymore
I can go with the flow (I can go)
Do you believe it in your head?
It's so safe to play along
Little soldiers in a row
Falling in and out of love
Something sweet to throw away.
I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate.
Do you believe it in your head?
I can go with the flow
Don't say it doesn't matter (with the flow) matter anymore
I can go with the flow (I can go)
Do you believe it in your head?