petak, 09.02.2007.

Slomljene kliše u sjebanom akvarelu...


Sveta pisaljka koja mi je data,predviđena e da bi oslužbenila sve moći pisanja ovoga svijeta.Da bi ispunila ono za što je začeta,da napuni oni prazninu u vašoj glavi,jer ni sa 40 ortaka ni alibabom nećemo ostvariti ono što je suština.To je težina riječi,težina realnosti,težina krave(nemojte se zamjerat tim stvorovima),a nekad jednostavno i kontroverznost ruke koja drži olovku,papir,ili kravu(za sisu)..
Nastoeći prikazati što više talenata koji nas okružuju počinjemo predstavljati razne textove.
Recimo,biblija(jedna od knjižica napisana mojom rukom-nisam osmislio radnu,optužbe podnesite u crnu knjigu,onom velikom tamo gore),originalna deveta kapija i snjeguljica i 7 patuljaka(trebalo je izvorno biti pornografska scena,no nisu mi dozvolili-zato takva glupa cenzura)...Iako velika djela,samo padaju u sjenu onoga što struji glavama mladih diljem svijete.Upoznajte se sa životnim dilemama..
Predstavljamo s ponosom text imena,koe je gore zadano...


Dok pišem slamam kliše,dok razmišljam glavu praznim,dok se svijet vrti polako umirem.
Sve nejasnoće se sada stapaju u jednu.Dok me nose valovi nebeskih spojeva zvanih motivi,
tražim odgovore u relativnim stvarima.Potrošni materijali su nekada tako korisni...
Nikada nisam bio materijalist.Neznam kakav je osjećaj biti opsjednut predmetima,novcima.
Možda bih trebao početi.Možda je život u kavezu jednostavniji.Okružen supocjenostima,osljepljen ciframa i omamljen sjajem trebao bih moći poći na počinak.
Možda ne shvaćam.Možda ne shvaćam da kao dijete lakše prevladavamo ne volje,da smo slijepi i gluhi za bol,da su naše oči za tuđi miris gluhe.Možda su sve te nepravilnosti samo da bismo se zaštitili.Možda nas novi dan čeka,a možda nam ova noć sve odnosi.Neprekidni lanci
neprekinutih misli.Koliko je teško imati kontrolu nad svojom sudbinom?Koliko je teško suočiti se s onime važnim,onim bitnim činjenicama koje su sada samo usnule i mule?
Koliko je teško probuditi se znajući da više nema starih sjećanja,da i dalje ostajem samo mediokritet,dok bolja polovica prazno luta kosmosom u potrazi za odgovorima nerješenih pitanja.Možda je jednostavnije samo skriti se,okovati se lancima,držati svou bol na jednom mjestu dok amor fokusira tu jednu i poslijednju strijelu u srce.Možda samo treba jedan otrov doktora da pripremi mi me za predstojeći vjek.Snaga jednostavnosti nadvladava moj akvarel i tvori neke nove slike.Sada spajam nove slagalice i tražim nove odgovore.Nadam se novom početku u poznatoj okolini.Nadam se jednostavnosti.Nadam se onim bojama koje su me okruživale u sigurnosti.U akvarelu koji mi je držao srce obojanim.Sada je samo isprazno i sivo...
Poput beskrajnih ulica što mi pokazuju put..Put koji ne vodi dalje od početka.Put koji je meni dobro znan.Hladno je.Cesta je hladna.Neugodno je sjediti na njoj.Previše je ovdje umrijelo ideja,praznih riječi i razmišljanja.Možda čovijek nije stvoren voljeti?Možda je čovijek samo igračka svoga ogledala.Sjena koja čeka da ga sunce izbriše,a mjesec nariše.I onako nam lice nestaje svakim danom kako se i vraća.Ponekad utonem u razmišljanja,u duge i mule svijetove.
Nekada tonem bez prestanka.Nikada ne dotičem dno.Dno znači kraj.Ako još nema kraja,znači li da sam još uvijek živ?Ako sam još uvijek živ,osjetim dok krvarim.Ako osjetim dok krvarim onda i plačem dok me boli.Ako plačem dok osjećam bol,znači da sam čovijek.Dok sam čovijek,dotle volim.Što ti znači ponos u točki gdje ljubav nestaje?Sjećanje zoveš natrag,ali ono,bleži,nestaje...
Ostaju samo krivi odrazi u ovom jezeru pakosti i samoće.Ovo jezero ima dno.Koliki je kontrast između dna i površine?Saznat ću kada dotaknem dno,to znam zasigurno..


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Hits from the bongHits from the bongHits from the
bongHits from the bongPick itPack itFire it up, come alongAnd take a hit from the bongPut the blunt downJust for a secondDon't get
me wrongIt's not a new methodInhaleExhaleJust got an ounce in the mailI like a blunt
or a big fat coneBut my double-barrel bongIs
gettin' me stonedI'm skill itThere's
water inside don't spill itIt smells like shit on the
carpetStill itGoes down smooth when I get a clean
hitOf the skunky, phunky, smelly green shitSing my
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Cypress Hill - Hand On The Glock Lyrics
cypress hill cypress hill cypress hill Crusing
through the neighborhood Some say I'm no good Claimin I'm a criminal But lets make it understood
Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole lot)
Ya get the click of the glock When I pull of the
chrome toy Check me and I'll check you back (check
you back) Then jump back to my big Buddah like
I'm not a bad guy But don't take advantage I'm throwin out the garbage just show me where the
can is All I was doin was searchin for the boon Then
some punk tried to hit me with a broom Lucky I ducked
quick Or else I'd be assed up Last thing I
wanted was have to pull the gatt out here comes a
nigga And he's got a .38 Well my roundhouse
said hey yo I'm shootin up straight Cuz I
put away the shotgun borrow me a glock Took a liitle
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home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where
I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Understand where I'm
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east side fuckin up ya program No one witnissed But they heard the gun blast It left the problem
unsolved now I'm gonna sum up people gettin
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That'll wait for you to run up Rollin in the
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out Gonna unload the clip! And take a little trip
down to Rio My neighboorhood's hot and so I
gots to go chill Cuz I put away the shotgun borrow
me a glock Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm commin
from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were
down, were down) Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down,
were down) Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I'll load a clip Lets see if you can deal
with Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit When
the infrared's pointin at your head kid And
that's just to bad yo Now I'm headed up a river
in a boat with no paddle Shoulda put the glock down
(glock down) Now they got me in lock down livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind Cuz
self defense turns to the offense But nobody even really
knows that (knows that) All they see is me and the gatt
Up in the court room Lookin at the jury Starin
down the punk ass district attourney la-la-la-la-lala-la! Verdict's in You're
not guilty as charged When I put away my shotgun borrow me a glock Took a liitle trip to the funky weed
spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm commin
from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were
down, were down) Understand where I'm commin from Self defense turns to the offense (right, were down,
were down) (cypress hill...)

Cypress Hill - I Wanna Get High Lyrics
I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high! I want to get high -
so high! Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I
twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus
Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas Yes I smoke
shit, straight off the roach clip I roach it roll the
blunt at once to approach it Forward motion make you sway
like the ocean The herb is more than just a powerful
potion What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking
around People learning about, what they're smoking
My oven is on high, when I roast the quail Tell Bill
Clinton to go and inhale Exhale, now you felt the funk of
the power now feel the effects... I want to get high
- so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to
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