i*m a bigger problem than i look

utorak, 26.02.2008.

Girl, Lost

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it every day.

And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

What's wrong,
what's wrong now?
Too many,
too many problems.

Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go
to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Open your eyes and look outside,
find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find
what you left behind.

Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.

Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She's lost inside, lost inside...
She's lost inside, lost inside...

26.02.2008. u 13:21 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

ponedjeljak, 25.02.2008.

Opa :). fino
**ouch**

25.02.2008. u 12:05 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

srijeda, 20.02.2008.

Midnight Margaritas

Rock, čaj, čaj, Šah,
Mercator, Tequila,
Getro, TripleSec,
Jenga, Memory, Domino i Šah.
I ponoćne Margarite :)

20.02.2008. u 11:09 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

ponedjeljak, 11.02.2008.

Do you hear me, Butterfly? 2

The hamsters are gone. I repeat: the hamsters are gone. Hehe.

Danas mi je ogromni bijeli kakadu sletio na ruku. Hodao mi po ruci, plesao mi po ruci. Širio krila, popeo mi se na glavu, pričao mi nešto. Nježno mi grickao prste sa kljunom, stao mi u uho. Da, stao mi je u uho sa nogom. Iznimno bizarno i genijalno iskustvo :D... A tamo je bila i OgromnA ara. Ali ona me ružno gledala pa joj se nisam približavala. Khm, khm.

Još jedan jako čudan susret danas. Jedan od onih koji se ne bi desili da sam se samo jednu sekundu dulje zadržala na nekom mjestu, da mi je neki izlog privukao pažnju... Doslovno sekunda. Uglavnom, jako mi je drago za taj susret.. Iako je to sve u biti besmisleno.. Nije kao da ce se "ajmo se nac" dogovori ostvariti... Iako se uvijek malo nadam da hoce..Dobro, dosta se nadam :). Ali nije na meni. Ili možda ja samo mislim da nije na meni zbog predodžbe koju imam o njoj. Nije kao da bi se uspjele zabaviti zajedno (nažalost), usprkos činjenici da smo si drage. Samo gledamo jedna u drugu sa pitanjima u očima željne slušati o ovoj drugoj.... A sekunde prolaze... I ja stojim osupnuta, želim ju pitati milijardu pitanja, ništa mi ne izlazi iz usta, a iz nje, iako šuti, pršti energija kao kapljice svježeg narančinog soka koje želim prstima, ustima, jezikom uloviti u zraku... Ovo nije ništa seksualno. Ovo je energetski. I glas joj je prštav, i kosa (kosa! kosa...vidi joj kosu) i pokreti. Oči. Velike, okrugle, svijetle oči, kratkih, brzih pokreta. Bistre. Vivacious eyes... she was

A tempest, cyclone, a goddamn hurricane... Your common sense, your best defence lay wasted and in vain...

Nevezano za ovo, imam temperaturu i boli me grlo. Ako me vidite na ulici (što iskreno sumnjam budući da ste svi u nekom drugom gradu (!) ), nemojte mi se približavati.

Yours truly,
A.

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nedjelja, 10.02.2008.

Nagradno pitanje

Koliko je osoba bila pijana kada je pisala prijašnji post?
Vrijeme... Sad.

10.02.2008. u 20:30 • 4 Komentara • Print • #

This has never happened to me before...
This has never happened to me before...
This has never happened to me before...
This has never happened to me before...
This has never happened to me before...

What was I hoping for..

What was I hoping for..
What the fuck was I hoping for..

Always the best
Always the best
Always the best
Always the best

What would I appreciate...
What would I appreciate...What would I appreciate...
What would I appreciate...

Alwasy the best...

I would only appreciate the best...

The best of you-- Only the best of you.......

Nothing to do with me...
Absolutely nothing to do....

I think I'll have another...
Another...

Catch me.... Catch me when I'm like this.....Catch me when I'm like this...
Like this....

So absurd.. so absurd............

What I hide remids me...
(tko moze prepoznat ovo...) ...... (znam tko ce prepoznat ovo...)

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On the ... On the granica.... The desert skies...
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srijeda, 06.02.2008.

Do you hear me, Butterfly?

I like movies where people wear weird-colored nail polish. I like movies where people smoke a lot, listen to brilliant music and eat small amounts of yummy food with their fingers and then lick it off them. I like movies where people wear pink heart-shaped or cat-eye sunglasses, ride on open roads with their bare feet sticking out the window of an old, half-wrecked car. Where they drink vodka out of the bottle with their dark-colored, full lips and blow big bubblegum balloons and paint their toe nails orange. Where they meet well-mannered and extremely funny
strangers who offer them drugs. Where they drink beer out of bottles, dance like crazy on gas stations, fight with
their life-long friends and then make up and share a bag of mexico-flavoured chips. Movies where the characters say unexpected, absurd and completely unnecessary things that are essential to the atmosphere. Where they
wear torn denim hot-pants and it's always summer, drink fizzy drinks out of cans, steal road signs and remember
ex-lovers between puffs of pot.
I do love them so.

06.02.2008. u 01:12 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

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A. Camus

How the Grinch Stole Marriage

Every Gay down in Gayville liked Gay Marriage a lot......
But the Grinch, who lived just east of Gayville, did NOT!!
The Grinch hated happy Gays! The whole Marriage season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, his Florsheims were too tight.
But I think the most likely reason of all was
His heart and brain were two sizes too small.

"And they're buying their tuxes!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow's the first Gay Wedding! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Gay Marriage from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...

All the Gay girls and boys
would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their vows!
And then! Oh, the Joys! Oh, the Joys!

And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Gay down in Gayville the tall and the small,
would stand close together, all happy and blissing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Gays would start kissing!

"I MUST stop Gay Marriage from coming! ...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his throat.

And he went to his closet, grabbed his sheet and his hood.
And he chuckled, and clucked, with a great Grinchy word!
"With this beard and this cross, I look just like our Lord!"
"All I need is a Scripture..." The Grinch looked around.

But, true Scripture is scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch...? No! The Grinch simply said,
"With no Scripture on Marriage, I'll fake one instead!"
"It's one man and one woman," the Grinch falsely said.

Then he broke in the courthouse. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Georgie could do it, then so could the Grinch.
The little Gay benefits hung in a row.
„These bennies," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most uncanny,
around the whole room, and he took every benny!
Health care for partners! Doctors for kiddies!
Tax rights! Adoptions! Pensions and Wills!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, with a chill,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, in his bill.

Then he slunk to the kitchen, and stole Wedding Cake.
He cleaned out that icebox and made it look straight.
He took the Gay-bar keys! He took the Gay Flag.
Why, that Grinch even took their last Gay birdseed bag!
"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will pocket their Rings."

And the Grinch grabbed the Rings, and he started to shove
when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and off flew his hood.
Little Lisa-Bi Gay behind him sadly stood.

The Grinch had been caught by small Lisa-Bi.
She stared at the Grinch and said, "My, oh, my, why?"
"Why are you taking our Wedding Rings? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick

He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Shepherd sneered,
"The judges are evil, the other states weird."
"I'll fix the rings there and I'll bring them back here."

It was quarter past dawn... All the Gays, still a-bed,
all the Gays still a-snooze when he packed up and fled.
"Pooh-Pooh to the Gays!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now no Gay Marriage is coming!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
then the Gays down in Gayville will all cry Boo-Hoo!"

He stared down at Gayville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Gay down in Gayville, the tall and the small,
was kissing! Without any bennies at all!

He HADN'T stopped Marriage from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came without lawyers, no papers to sort!"
"It came without licenses, came without courts!"

And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Marriage," he thought, "doesn't come from the court.

Maybe Marriage...perhaps... comes right from the heart.
Maybe Marriage comes from all the words the Gays say.
Words like Husband, like Wedding, and Spouse who is Gay."
And what happened then...? Well...in Gayville they say
that the Grinch's small brain grew three sizes that day!
And the Gays had their Weddings. They promised for life.

They swore to be faithful, to Wife and her Wife.
The Husbands were happy, to each other they vowed
To be Out and be Honest, be Gay and be Proud.
They told all their neighbors and friends of their Spouse,
They told of their Marriage and sharing their house.
They said "We got Married." They shouted it loud.

Their marital status was "Married and Proud."

And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light.
And he brought back the rings, cake and Gay birdseed bags!
And he... ...HE HIMSELF... hung the Gay Rainbow Flag!
The Lord looked down, at the proud and the tall,
and said "These are my children, and I love them all."

Vasionac

Sto glasova iz stotine grla,
iz dubina stostruke mi svijesti
grmi, kliče: još me nije strla
teška žalost zatajanih vijesti.

Sto pjesama iz sto mojih vrela,
iz dubljine stostruke mi vode
šiknu, viknu: Nije me raspela
zarobljena boginja slobode.

Kliče, vapi duša mnogim umom,
buni se u grudi srce šire.
Dokle hodam pogaženim humom,
uskrsnut ću Asir i Misire.

Struje misli kao vir zelenca.
Pomiče se moja mrtva snaga.
Sebe motrim usred svoga zdenca,
uspravljam se usred sarkofaga.

Uske su mi ove male zemlje.
Kratke su mi moje bijele ruke.
Gorke su mi ove suhe žemlje.
Ja bih mogao, Svjetlo, u hajduke.

Kroz ocean neba ja sam ronac
i u mrežu lovim mliječne staze,
Mjesečić i Sunčić, Vasionac.
Mene pravo samo zvijezde paze.

Borci viču: konja! A mornari: jedra!
A ja, opit glasom pomorkinja vila,
žudim samo plave Vasione Njedra,
i ja vičem: krila! - krila! krila!

Tin Ujević
Savremenik, 1923.