Pandora's Box(ers)
subota, 20.05.2006.
D-Moll
 Danas je jedan od onih dana... Nesto cudno je u zraku. Tup osjecaj besmisla. Bez kraja... Beskraja? Ne znam... Danas sam stvarno nesretna. Vec posljednjih nekoliko dana. Cak i mjeseci. Prozima me osjecaj beskrajne usamljenosti - u gomili ljudi. Kao da me vise nista ne ispunja. U centru Disney Worlda sva magija je nestala. Vec odavno. Pa, da pricam o svojim problemima? Nema se sto reci. Zapravo valjda i nema problema. Ali igrom slucaja nista ne funkcionira. Cijeli moj zivot je u kvaru. Kao da sam zakljucana unutar same sebe i cak i disanje me gusi. Klima u mojoj glavi je potpuno neprilagodljiva. Vjecna susa. Kao Sahara. Misli su mi postale najgori neprijatelj. Izvor tuge. I bijesa. I tupila - najcesce. Zalosno, ali kao da niti ne zelim izaci iz tog transa. Ne, ne uzivam u vlastitom jadu. Dapace, mrzim samosazaljevanje. Ali nista vise nije dovoljno jako da me odrzi na nivou prosjecne srece. Ni muz, ni posao, ni psi (iako, oni najcesce jer su tako malecki i bespomocni)... Ni glazba. Nista. Nikad niskim ne razgovaram o tome. Samo se pustim. I sutim. Jako dugo sutim. U tim trenucima me bilo kakvi osjecaji jednostavno izbace iz takta. Ne zelim dodir, niti rijec, niti pogled. Samo samocu. Samoca je nesto najljepse u mom zivotu. No onda dodju misli... A misli su neprijatelj. I sve u krug. No, da nema muza, niti posla, ni psica... Misli bi mozda oklijevale. A ja bih tako lijepo uzivala u samoci. I tisini. Mozda bi se poneka misao i primakla. Mozda bi. Dotakla me po ramenu s pitanjem: "Smetam li - ne zelim smetati, tek da vidim kako ide..." - "Pa dobro, svrati, da popijemo kavicu..." I tako. Glupo... Proci ce. Uvijek prodje. Jebo Ameriku. |
- 01:02 - Komentari (5) - Isprintaj - #
subota, 06.05.2006.
The End...
 This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the king's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...i want to...fuck you C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end Nesto je trulo u drzavi... Danskoj??? |
- 04:19 - Komentari (5) - Isprintaj - #
petak, 05.05.2006.
I'm back....
 Ono, i ne bas back, nego cisto tako - veceras... Da se podsjetim... Nego, kao neka tlaka. Ili nesto. Cudno neko vrijeme. Preblizu ljetu. U zraku se vec osjecaju naznake paklene floridske vrucine... Tocno je ponoc a meni tlaka ici u krevet. A jos mi je veca tlaka ne ici kad samo pomislim na 10-tak sati posla koji me cekaju sutra. Pa opet u subotu. 'bem ti 'meriku!!! Pa kenova??? Kome? Ma, sto ima veze - pa bilo kome! Svima. Kenova svima! I upitnik isto. ? Svima. Sto? A nista. Pa, je li se sto dogadja? Pije li tko? Ja nista u zadnje. Sve se nista ne dogadja. Oh, pa ima nesto. Onako po filozofski; Po onom nekom jeli metodoloskom procesu doslo se do nekih zakljucaka u zadnje. Hmmm.... Pa eto, spomenuh negdje dolje u pastu; ja sam vegetarijanac. Vec godinu dana. Ono, cisto izborom; postalo mi tlaka jesti meso. Bez nekog preseravanja; bas mi je u neko doba dopizdilo. Samo tako. (haj' da promijenim paragraf - iz fore, ljepse izgleda!) A onda... Ono ko kad si na dijeti. Pa se sav onako stavis na zdravu najzdraviju prehranu. I zajunis se ko budala; nema - smrsavit cu pa taman da krepam odma poslije toga! I gym, i juhice, i salatice... I eto ga na; Skines nekih 4-5 kila. Ludilo!! Koja heb'na sreca! Pa, stari nemres bilivit!!! Uspijeh nad uspjesima! I koji je logicni najlogicniji nastavak price??? Vrijeme je da se proslavi gubitak kila - uz hamburger, cokoladu i pivu (nigdje bez pive!). Nemam pojma sta mi bi. Godinu dana veggie. I neko vece poslije posla ja i muzek-puzek stopamo kraj Publixa po neki tuna ili salmon steak i neke side veggies. I kupimo mi to sve, platimo... Izadjemo, pa laganini prema autu... Kaze on; "jebote sto dobro mirise ona piletina". Reko' ja "e, fakat". I jebo te led!!! On, ja, Boo, Kiki i ta ptichica... Pa stari moj... Ne znam sto bih rekla. Nakon godine dana, ocekivala sam dvije krajnosti. Either/or. Ili da ce me takva mucnina ulovit da cu se izrigat k'o pas; ili da ce me takav blazen osjecaj strefit da cu naprosto dozivjet nirvanu (Unplugged). NISTA. Nista, hebote!!! Pa da sam barem proljev dobila! Nista. I sto sad???!!! Pa, opet nista. Odo' ja po starom, riba i soja. A, jada... Idem spavat. Zove T. Aj' bogen. Mozda se uskoro opet vratim... A mozda i ne. A mozda... I pade joj klavir na glavu!!! |
- 05:56 - Komentari (2) - Isprintaj - #
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Speed of Pain
 They slit our throats Like we were flowers And our milk has been devoured When you want it It goes away too fast Times u hate it It always seems to last But just remember When you think you're free The crack inside your Fucking heart is me I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day I wish I could sleep But I can't lay on my back Because ther's a knife For everyday that I've known you When you want it It goes away yoo fast Times u hate it It always seems to last But just remember when you think you're free The crack inside your fucking heart is me I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day Lie to me, cry to me, give to me I would Lie with me, die with me, give to me I would Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair I hope at least we die holding hands for always
'Say Just Words' by: Paradise Lost
 You get high, with your destructive instinct You get high, with your corrosive instinct Where can I go, to escape your foul mind tricks You're trying it more, but you will never break me 'Cause you presume the winner is you, but that's not true, so say just words to me Unreal what your hate's providing, say just words to me Your talk is always contradiction, say just words to me You won't feel the warmth of friends around you, say just words to me Is it true that there is worth inside so say just words to me Your designs, all the worse from power craving Your desires, only where there's fire burning I'll show you the way, a pleasure that's for the taking You're trying it more, but you won't get satisfaction 'Cause you presume the winner is you, but that's not true, so say just words to me Unreal what your hate's providing, say just words to me Your talk is always contradiction, say just words to me You won't feel the warmth of friends around you, say just words to me Is it true that there is worth inside so say just words to me...... 
Egoism is the Very Essence of a Noble Soul *** *** Friedrich Nietzsche 
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud. *** *** Hermann Hesse 
Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike. *** Oscar Wilde 
It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them! **** ** Friedrich Nietzsche 
I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me. ** Woody Allen 
I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.*** *** *** - Ludwig Wittgenstein 
Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong. *** *** *** Oscar Wilde 
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying. *** *** Woody Allen 
I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.*** *** William Faulkner 
You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, single power, a single salvation... and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else. *** *** Hermann Hesse 
I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. *** *** Oscar Wilde 
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. *** *** *** - Martin Luther King Jr |
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