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JEBEMTI OVO LJETO. I JEBEMTI MOJE ŽELJE GLUPE, I PJESME. I SVE. I JEBEMTI MOJU ZALJUBLJENOST I OSJEĆAJE. I MIRIS TAJ. I DUXU. I MOJE GLUPO NEODGOVORNO PONAŠANJE. I MOJE ISPADE. I MOJU NETRPELJIVOST. I TU KIŠU KOJA UNIŠTI POLA LJETA. I JEBEMTI GRAD. I JEBEMTI CIGARE, UGRH, ZAŠTO IH MORAŠ PUŠIT??! I JEBEMTI VJETAR. I JEBEMTI BAJKOVE I BAJKERE. I JEBEMTI KAPU ONU LIJEPU KOJA TI TAKO LIJEPO STOJI. I JEBEMTI RASTANKE. I RAZOČARANJA. I sve. Prepre ljuta sam na sve. Ne mogu opisati osjećaj. Da, naravno da ne mogu. Kad sam glupa kučka koja samo zna vrijeđati. Retardos koji samo zna ismijavati. Ili biti ljuta. Koja samo zna reći: Uh, zaljubljena sam u njega. A drugi dan ko ga jebe. Pa koji mi je više... Ala, u isto vrijeme volim to što mirišem po njemu i to mrzim. Jer me samo podsjeća na dečka koji mi sada treba više od svih u koje sam zaljubljena ono pravo jako, a on želi prijateljstvo. I ja to želim, ali on je tako savršen. On je takooo.. ON. Alaa, opet serem. JEBEMTI SVE. žELIM DA ME ZAPUŠE wind of change I MALO PROMIJENI NEKE STVARI. Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air. I was born too late, into a world that doesnt care. Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. When the head of state didn't play guitar. Not everybody drove a car. When music really mattered and when radio was king. When accountants didn't have control and the media couldn't buy your soul. And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything. When pop-stars still remained a myth and ignorance could still be bliss. And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale. When my mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream. And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail. When record shops were still on top and vinyl was all that they stocked. And the super info highway was still drifting out in space. Kids were wearing hand me downs, and playing games meant kick around. And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face. I was born too late to a world that doesn't care. Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. vOLIM TE SANDI THOM. VOLIM TE JIM MORRISON. VOLIM TE JOEY RAMONE. VOLIM TE JANIS JOPLIN. VOLIM TE KURT COBAIN. VOLIM TE ALENE. VOLIM TE FABO. VOLIM TE JASMINA. VOLIM TE MAMA I TATA I BRAT I BAKA. I SVI. XĐ XĐ UBIJAM SE U PJESMAMA, STOGA, ĐENJCA. i ne uzimajte u obzir što je ovaj post sranje, tako se sada osjećam. al sam bar napisala neko sranjce, inače ne bi od mene dobili niš sljedećih 5 godina. :P z. |
