I hate myself and I want to die
ponedjeljak, 19.06.2006.
BAJKA
Evo dokaza da ni bajke ne postoje. Gospodin pisac Charles Perrault napisao je divnu šovinističku bajku Griselda, u kojoj su žene predstavljene kao prevrtljive, ohole, ambicizne, samodopadne, same-sebi-dovoljne, egoistične kurvice-matreijalisti čiji je jedini životni cilj vrtit oko prsta poštene mladiće, jadne, nemoćne žrtve s mlitavim kurcima. Pa tako, savršeno častan, pošten, prepun vrlina, savršeno odgojen jebeni princ ženomrzac jednog krasnog dana kreće u tipično mušku aktivnost divljanja testosterona- u lov. U šumarku susreće neuku pastiricu u dronjcima, izvanredne ljepote. Pada na njenu prostodušnost, jednostavnost, neiskvarenost,nevinost i pretpostavljam sise, pa se vraća u kristalni dvorac i najavljuje vjenčanje, bez njenog znanja naravno. Na zakazani dan on dolazi po nju i ponosno najvljuje da ju ženi. ona jadna, stidljivo odbacuje dronjke, steže sise u korzet i postaje princeza. ali gopon ženomrzac odlučuje mladu podvrgnuti mačo-šavinističkim šok tretmanima za restiranje njezine skromnosti i vjernosti. Priređuje joj milijom sranja, što bi mi danas nazvali hardcore zlostavljanjem. ona sve stoički podnosi, njena nezamisliva dobrota, ljubav, jednostavnost duha i ostala bljutava sranje mogu podnijeti i više od otuđivanja garderobe, nakita, zatvaranja u sobičak bez prozora, odvajanja od kćeri… Ali, gospon princ je nezasitan, ta njezina gadna poslušnost i poniznost još nisu dovoljan dokaz njene beskrajne privrženosti, pa ju tjera natrag među ovce i najavljuje svoje vjenčanje sa mladom high-class gospođicom, koja je ustvari njihova kćerka koju je on davnih dana dao nekim bagatim starčićima kao bi vidio hoće li Griselda popizditi, što naravno nije- nego je šutila i cmizdrila u sebi umjesto da mu odsječe kurac. Ma je pravi frajer taj princ! Još prije odlaska Griselda sprema sobu za novu mladu i otišla. ali, onda čudo- princu je krv iz kurca konačno došla u mozak pa je shvatio da je malčice pretjerao. kćer ženi sa nekim tipom, a ženicu zove da se vrati, što ona objeručke prihvaća; sretna da je on konačno shvatio da njena bljutavo-patetična dobrota, strpljivost i ljubav zaista nemaju granica, i živjeli su skupa duuuuugo i sretno. |
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We can share our endorphins
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I own my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
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It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it?
In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow
She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week
A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my...
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She was tied up in chains
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Ever, ever, forever
Wish I had more, more opportunity
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On my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...head
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(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhh! Yeahhhh!
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The entire strip, to be washed away
Cleansed
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Flowed through the strip and were set on fire
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
And his silk
And he, he erected a beautiful city
A city of stars
- I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put in this
I always knew would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
PAIN
You know you're right
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about somenone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put in to this
I always knew to come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
PAIN
You know you're right
PAIN
Sappy
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breather holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy
Now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
Conclusion came to you
And if you cut yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breather holes
And you will seem happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy
Now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
Conclusion came to you
And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breather holes
And you will seem happy
You'll wallow in your shit
And you'll think you're happy
