...one last goodbye...

14.04.2008., ponedjeljak

brat i ja...


neki dan sam rekao na jednom blogu.. kako stvarno nema sanse da nekada napisem post,, u kojem cu nabrojati osobe koje mi znace,, i pisati o njima...
sada, kada sam odlucio pisati ovaj post,, kada sam to rekao jednoj osobi,, ta osoba mi je rekla,, pa vec si danas napisao jedan post,, cekaj da ga ljudi procitaju,, nemoj da ti tako dobar post ostane na 8 komentara...
ta osobo,, i sama znas kako sam krenio pisati ovaj blog,, i da na svom pocetku nisam ima niti jedan komentar u skoro svim svojim postovima,, i nije me ni malo zanimalo ni diralo...
sam blog sam krenio pisati zbog toga sto sam htio pisati sto mi je na dusi,, sto sada bas i ne mogu,, jer previse ljudi cita ovo moje sranje,,, ali jebi ga... ne brini se...



imati prijatelja znaci imati sve,, imati savrsenog prijatelja, kojeg mozes nazvati bratom,, imati prijatelja zbog kojeg ces glavu svoju dati,, potuci, rame uz rame sa njim u tudjem gradu, protiv 7 ljudi,, prati mu krvavu glavu na pumpi,, imati prijatelja sa kojim ces provesti cijelo ljeto,, vozeci se u autu,, u drugoj brzini, bez gasa,, vozeci 17 km/h,, imati prijatelja sa kojim mozes sve pricati,, reci mu za poljubac koji si dao curi,, reci mu kada si pojebao neku curu,, reci mu kako si to napravio,, reci mu da si u kurcu,, reci mu da places,, reci mu da ti nedostaje,, da ti nedostaje ta cura,, imati prijatelja za kojeg znas da se nece okrenuti protiv tebe kada napravis neko veliko sranje,, imati prijatelja sa kojim mozes kupiti puno piva, sjesti u auto parkiran na kosarkaskom igralistu skolskog igralista, slusati cajke, piti i provesti se kao nikada u zivotu,, prijatelja sa kojim mozes u jednoj noci proci imenik u obadva mobitela 3-4 puta, samo da bi nasli nekoga da se zajebavamo,, iako je 4 sata ujuto,, imati prijatelja sa kojim ces se zagrliti kao sa nikim u zivotu,, onako jako, momacki,, da te sve boli,, IMATI PRIJATELJA SA KOJIM CES ZAPLAKATI U AUTU, ZAGRLJEN, NA POLA PROMETNE CESTE I OBECATI DA NAS NISTA NECE RASTAVITI,, imati prijatelja zbog kojeg sada drhtim dok ovo pisem,, imati prijatelja sa kojim se mozes napiti iako je to srijeda, pa moliti vlasnika caponea u 2 sata da nam proda jos 4 pive,, imati prijatelja koji je ipak malo predaleko, ali sa kojim se svaki dan cujes i znas da ce sljedeci tjedan doci,, imati prijatelja koji ce tebe pitati za ljubavne probleme,, imati prijatelja zbog kojeg vrijedi posvadjati se sa cijelim svijetom, pa ako treba i sve stjerati u picku materinu,, imati prijatelja koji te nazove u 3 sata ujutro, samo da ti zapjeva pjesmu kojoj ce preraditi rijeci "..neka sam isti kao brat moj",, imati prijatelja sa kojim ces se napiti na koncertu balasevica iako smo izasli autom,, imati prijatelja koji nikada nije slusao balasa, ali ce ipak plesati na sve,, imati prijatelja sa kojim ces otici na groblje posjetiti nasu bracu,, imati prijatelja sa kojim ces jednostavno stati pored ONOG mjesta i namjestiti one lampione koji su pali,, imati prijatelja koji te se sjeti svaki puta kada on uziva,, imati prijatelja koji ce ti postati kum,, i kojem ces ti biti kum,, imati prijatelja zbog kojeg ces zapustiti faks, samo da bi mogao provesti ljeto sa njim,, imati prijatelja sa kojim mozes sve,,,,,

imati takvog prijatelja??
ako je imati dobrog prijatelja SVE,, sto je onda ovo??

to nije prijatelj,, to je BRAT!!

sretan rodjendan brate,, kako sam ti vec napisao::

puno srece, zdravlja, ostvarenih zelja, para, a najvaznije puno seksa i pijanki... a sve ostalo ce doci!

nedaj da nas bilo tko ili sto rastavi,, one suze u autu su jamstvo da ja necu to dopustiti, a znam da je i kod tebe tako!!

"
A joj nemas pojma sta bi dao da si ovdje.. Kad dodjem,bez obzira koji je dan, cemo proslavit.
Samo Ti&ja, brata dva.
"



zivio mi brate!!






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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...


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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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