...one last goodbye...

09.03.2008., nedjelja

evo.. opet malo razveseljavanja... =) kako kome! heh...

hej ti...
evo mene opet malo...

nedjelja... meni jaako dosadno... ujutro neka kavica,, ali sve je to nista... popodne teeeski zamor! trebao bih uciti, ali sam si ipak uzeo malo odmora... trebao bih spremiti stan, ali opet malo odmora... trebao bih sredjivati komp ((nakupilo se preeevise gluposti)), ali opet malo odmora...

pa ce najvjerojatnije biti malo izaci van,, prosetati ((to samo tako kazem, nema sanse da setam! auto je za to! hihihihi...)), otici na utakmicu,, bla... bla....

a sada vidim koliki sam baksuz!

u petak ne izadjem van,, zato sto je decko "sportas", a morao je ici na utakmicu malo ranije ujutro ((pola 9!!)), putujemo 4 sata,, onda dodjemo tamo,, izgubimo! ljudi nas isjeku... onda,, opet 4 sata nazad... dodjes kuci,,, onako razjeban,, umoran... i ajd,, nagovoris se da izadjes.. iako se oci sklapaju same! budes vani nesto kratko,, "odradis posao"...

a sada to zasto sam baksuz! hmmm...

iako sam razmisljao, da uopce ne idem van,, ali eto.. iskrslo je nesto... decko uzme auto od tate,, (da se pokaze u najboljem svijetlu,, barem prvi puta.. hihihihi....).. starci nisu bili u svom stanu,, pa sam ja to uzeo na svoju ruku, bez pitanja... i onda,, kako sam ja naucio da svoj auto bas toliko i ne pazim... mislim,, pazim ga,, ali ne onako... kako stari pazi svoj... i naravno,, uletim u neko veeeeliko blato,, zaserem mu cijeli auto iz vana... onda jos razjebem sve u njemu,, sjedala mu poremetim,, sjebem mu radio stanice na radiju,, a covjek "pati" od toga... i onda jos veci krkljanac sa njim... i ovako smo "losi" sada jos i ovo... jebi ga...

i naravno,, sada ga mario mora oprati, srediti, skoro pa i cijelog polizati.. bem ti...
=)

ali dobro... sve je to za ljude...

a kada malo razmislim,, to je ono ljudsko pretvaranje... koje sam puuuno puta i sam napravio,, a i osjetio/primjetio na drugima... koliko si god ti ono sto jesi,, uvijek zelis nesto jos pokazati,, biti jos nesto sto mozda nisi...

i nemoj da sada netko misli,, ma nisam ja takav/takva,,, zato sto svi jesmo,, ali doslovno SVI... barem jednom u zivotu si dozivio ((pisat cu u muskom rodu, lakse mi je,, ali to ne znaci da ste vi cure izvan ovoga!! heh...)) onaj trenutak, kada ipak malo razmisljas da se pokazes u drugacijem svijetlu,, da si nesto sto ustvari nisi... ne mislim da sada potpuno promijenis svoju osobnost,, nego.. one neke stvari.. "sitnice"...
to je nesto sto je u ljudskom mozgu,, kazem opet,, ja sam znam po sebi,, a i osjetio sam kod ljudi koji su meni bliski,, ili su bili bliski... tako da (mislim) znamsto pricam....

nije to nista zlonamjerno,, ono, da ides sada nekoga gadno zajebati,, prodati se kao neka skroz 10. osoba, nego neke stvari koje inace ne radis, ne kazes....

ma znas na sto mislim,, samo sada bas i nemam neke "inspiracije" da ti se tu "preseravam" ((kate,, hihihihi....)) pa onda i ne mogu objasniti ono sve sto mislim... ali vjerovatno ce biti neki dodatak veceras,, kada malo stisne vrijeme...
=)

a evo onoga, onoga zbog cega sam i htjeo napisati ovaj post,, malo da se nasmijes, kao sto sam se i ja nasmijao...

ajde uzivajte,, a ti mario prati tatin auto! ((bem ti sve!!))

hihihihi... uzivaj...

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sve... i nista...

nemam pojma sto pisati... vidjet ces... nadam se da ce tu biti svega..

vremena se nadam da imam, volje bas i nemam, ali to je i glavni pokretac svega ovoga... jer zbog bezvoljnosti, praznine i svega toga sam se i odlucio na ovo...

sada, evo nakon 2 mjeseca pauze... vratio sam se i ja... znam da sam malo zapustio, ali promijenit cu se ja... hehehehe... vazno je obecati,, a da li ces ispuniti, ma tko te pita....

ako me trebas, evo... javi se...

MSN

granicarZU@hotmail.com

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All the hate that feeds your needs
All the sickness you conceive
All the horror you create
Will bring you to your knees

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I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

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I see a girl in the night with a baby in her hands
Under an old street light, oh, near a garbage can
Now she put her kid away, she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she's done with it
That's one more kid, that'll never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool

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Don't even think about reachin' me, I won't be home
Don't even think about stoppin' by, don't think of me at all
I did, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you...

Don't even think about gettin' inside
Voices in me head...ooh, voices
I got scratches, all over my arms
One for each day, since I fell apart
I did...oh, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you

Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you...
Pictures on my chest, it was you, it was you...

I did, what I had to do... and if there was a reason
Oh, there wasn't no reason, no
And if, there's something you'd like to do
Just let me continue, to blame you

Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you...
Pictures on my chest, it was you, you...

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I admit it...what's to say...
I'll relive it...without pain...mmm...
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I pray...
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself

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Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You're still alive, she said
And do I deserve to be
Is that the questionpar
And if so...if so...who answers?? who answers??

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Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb...in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath

Oh I want to be inside of you

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I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone

I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell...
How much difference does it make

I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make
Mmm, how much difference does it make...how much difference...

I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference
How much difference does it make

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