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When we were kids
there was a strange house
all the shades were
always
drawn
and we never heard voices
in there
and the yard was full of
bamboo
and we liked to play in
the bamboo
pretend we were
Tarzan
( although there was no
Jane)
and there was a
fish pond
a large one
full of the
fattest goldfish
you ever saw
and they were
tame.
They came to the
surface of the water
and took pieces of
bread
from our hands.
Our parents had
told us:
" never go near that
house"
so, of course,
we went.
We wondered if anybody
lived there.
Weeks went by and we
never saw
anybody.
Then one day
we heard
a voice
from the house
" YOU GOD DAMNED
WHORE!"
It was a mans
voice.
Then the screen
door
of the house was
flung open
and the man
walked out.
He was holding a
fifth of whiskey
in his right
hand.
He was about
30.
He had a cigar
in his
mouth,
needed a
shave.
His hair was
wild and
uncombed
and he was
barefoot.
In undershirt
and pants
but his eyes
were
bright
they BLAZED
with brightness
and he said,
"hey, little
gentleman,
having a good
time, I
hope?"
Then he gave a
little laugh
and walked
back into the
house.
We left,
went back to my
parents yard
and thought
about it.
Our parents,
we decided
had wanted us
to stay away
from there
because they
never wanted us
to see a man
like
that,
a strong natural
man
with
beautiful
eyes.
Our parents
were ashamed
that they were
not
like that
man,
thats why they
wanted us to stay
away.
But
we went back
to that house
and the bamboo
and the tame
goldfish.
We went back
many times
for many
weeks
but we never
saw
or heard
the man
again.
The shades were
down
as always
and it was
quiet.
Then one day
as we came back from
school
we saw the
house.
It had burned
down,
there was nothing
left,
just a smoldering
twisted black
foundation
and we went to
the fish pond
and there was
no water
in it
and the fat
orange goldfish
were dead
there,
drying out.
We went back to
my parents yard
and talked about
it
and decided that
our parents had
burned their
house down,
had killed
them
had killed the
goldfish
because it was
all too
beautiful,
even the bamboo
forest had
burned.
They had been
afraid of
the man with the
beautiful
eyes.
And
we were afraid
than
that
all throughout our lives
things like that
would happen,
that nobody
wanted
anybody
to be
strong and
beautiful
like that,
that
others would never
allow it,
and that
many people
would have to
die.
studeni, oduvjek hladan mjesec mog zivota,
mjesec spoznaje novih stvari, losih stvari,
prvi susret sa smrcu, prvi susret s zivotom,
prvi alkohol koji je prosao mojim venama,
prosao je u mrtvom studenom,
prvi opijat koji je iskrivio moj um,
iskrivio ga je u studenom...
gubitak djevicanstva,
pokusaji ubojstva,
pokusaji samoubojstva,
u studenom...
prva kost slomljena u studenom,
prvi pad s mosta u studenom,
drugi pad s mosta u studenom,
prva sljva u studenom,
prva krv u studenom,
moje rodjenje u studenom,
moja smrt u studenom...
My sex-change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch
Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
I’m from the land where you still hear the cries
I had to get out, had to sever all ties
I changed my name and assumed a disguise
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I’m tied to the track
I try to get up but I can’t get no slack
I got a
Angry Inch Angry Inch
My mother made my tits out of clay
My boyfriend told me that he’d take me away
They dragged me to the doctor one day
I've got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Long story short
When I woke up from the operation
I was bleeding down there
I was bleeding from the gash between my legs
My first day as a woman
and already it’s that time of the month
But two days later
the hole closed up
The wound healed
and I was left with a one inch mound of flesh
where my penis used to be
where my vagina never was
A one inch mound of flesh with a scar running down it
like a sideways grimace
on an eyeless face
Just a little bulge
It was an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I’m tied to the track
I try to get up but I can’t get no slack
I got an
Angry Inch Angry Inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
stay under cover till the night turns to black
I got my inch and I’m set to attack
I got an Angry Inch Angry Inch
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Rufus Wainwright - Oh, What A World
Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in
Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love
Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times
Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in
Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love
Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times
Oh what a world
We live in
Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love
Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful
gledao sam
njegovo lice u mraku
kako se raspada,
kako trune,
iz lica bez usta
teški krikovi su izbijali,
iz lica bez ociju
teške suze su proljevane,
mrzim vas sve...
postajem previse metrofobican, stoga polagano gasim
blog, cupam mu zice iz njegova osusena srca, hladno,
tiho... bez osjecaja zabijam mu kandje u njegovu
nakaradnu dusu, kod mu polagano hrdja,
osljepljujem ga trajno, njem...
samo sjecanja ostaju dok
truplo njegovo nepomicno glas vise neispusta...
spusta se polagano u nistavilo,
spaja se s nulom,
sa svime,
s nicim...
3 sata pisem nesto i usrani blog hr (jebem ti mater blog hr) izbrise to!!!
i to mi objavi! FRUSTRACIJAAAAAAA! CIR ....
The Arcade Fire - Wake Up Lyrics
Somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.
Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to
rust.
I guess we'll just have to adjust.
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin’
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am go-goin’
ponekad sjeti se hladnog snjega
ponekad sjeti se plave vode
ponekad sjeti se smrzavanja i samoce
ponekad sjeti se toplog snjega
ponekad sjeti se dodira njenog
ponekad sjeti se crnog vremena
ponekad sjeti se svog nestajanja
ponekad sjeti se snjega
Budim se u krevetu crnih ruza, bolnih trnja, gledam u spodobu svoje iskvarene maste, plavoko djete visoko u oblacima svoje strasti, u crnini, u boli, u tuzi. Ustajem i krecem lagano prema njemu, da ga zagrlim, da osjetim, da placem s njim, no u trenutku vremena, u vjecnosti postojanja, pocinjem propadati kroz stakleni pod svojih bespomocnih ideala, pokusavam se uhvatiti za rub, no krhotine slomljenih snova su preostre i ostavljaju previse iskvarene boli... no ipak se primam cvrsto,nepustam, nije jos moje vrjeme...
Nova zetva suza pocinje
Trovanjem rastvorenog neba sagorenim,
Uspavanim, nerodjenim poljubcima,
Izmucenim vapajima tvojih razderanih usana....
Velicanstveno iznudjenje nebeskog carstva
Pod kojim vriskovi tvojih recitala tuguju za
Plavim, nezasitnim ocajem moje izbjegle, umirajuce siluete
Koja se slama u sporoj utrci smjeha i zivota
Izdize se iz pepela monotonog vremena
U mrtvo, slano jezero zaborava,
Sporo utapajuci nas jedno po jedno...
Dok ne osjetimo njegovu snagu i strast
Njegovu prljavu, grijesnu zelju
Za onim cega nikad bilo nije,
Za onim cega nikad nece biti...
Polagano leti rob njezine strasti kroz ovu disharmoniju savrsenstva, u svoje carstvo sjena, lijeze na svileni krevet, oblozen trnjem uspomena. lagano ali grubo, kao i uvijek, uzima te ponovo i ponovo... kao produzenje patnje, koju mu svjesno prouzrocavas. ti... bjedna i tiha... velicanstvena i probadajuca, si uzlezila daleko od njegove egzistencije, tjerajuci sirocad vrazije krvi da vriste pjev svojoj nadolazecoj propasti, tjerajuci svojeg vjecnog slugu natrag u ponor uzasavajuce monotonije.
N N DEVASTACIJA
VRISKOVI N
N TUGA NNNNN
TISINA N nnn NESTAJANJE
nnnnn PATNJA nnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnn PARANOJA nnnn
nnnnnnnnn MONUMENT nnnnn SUZAMA
SAM
STRAH
GUBLJENJE
GADJENJE
uzaludno je, svaki pokusaj, nema nade, bol se nakupllja, ne micem se, paraliziran sam u prostoru, a vrijeme prolazi brze nego prije, i dolazi sve vise boli nego prije. nemam snage vise mrzit, besmisleno je. biti nobelovac,biti okruzen ljudima ili ziviti u sumi u potpunoj samoci, u odsutnosti od inteligencije, besmisleno je, volit ce te ista kvantiteta ljudi, nitko! zasto? zato sto ljubav nepostoji, postoji samo iluzija sodomije koja se hrani nasim bezvrijednim praznim dusama... jednostavno prestani... nemoj vise disat...
Izgubljena u granju osusene hladne sume napokon izlazi, izgrebanih i krvavih ledja pada na ugazeni put koji vodi do Rome. Vapi za vodom koju nije okusila od kad je pobjegla od stvoritelja. Najednom ugleda bunar kako isijava duboko u sustini horizonta. Oziljci na ledjima jednom prekrasne jednom djeve pocinju se susiti pod paklenim suncem. Sjeca se samo gromoglasnih jeka stvoritelja i njegovih propvjedanja o novom ljutskom bogu. Izludjena svojim mislima dize se u mlitavom bijesu i pocinje trcati prema tocci u daljini koja bi mogla biti bunar i prije nego sto dosegne bunar, naglo se budi u bolnim krikovima u bezboznom hramu svoga stvoritelja.
Jos jedno jutro se izmigoljilo iz sumraka mojeg postojanja. Hrdjava harfa je zasvirala svoju melodiju iskvaernosti jos jednom oznacavajuci izlazak crnog sunca nakon mojeg rodjenja. rodjendan nije lose prosao, makar ga se i nesjecam toliko koliko bih htjeo. Gdje to tocno ide moje beznacajno bice? mozda bih htjeo znati. mozda ne, neznam sta zelim. sve mi se cini tako trivijalno. Svaki prolaz do srece urusava mi se pred bludnickim ocima, dok ona prokleta harfa bezvrijedno vristi pod hladnom rukom mojih stvoritelja, zasto? zeleci nestati i pretvoriti se u prah, izbljedjeti s usamljenim sjecanjem svojeg nemrtvog uma, gledam kako moje bice stagnira, vise ne propadam, napredovao nikad ni nisam, nemam osjecaja, velika praznina, samo je pepeo ostao od mojih osjecaja, temporalne isprike koja vristi moje ime, nema vise, otpuhan je vjetrom predvidljive paranoje i odsustva zelja...
...
..
.
if man is 5
if man is 5
if man is 5
then the devil is 6
then the devil is 6
then the devil is 6
then the devil is 6
then the devil is 6
then god is 7
then god is 7
then god is 7
...
..
.
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long...
...
scott matthews - Language
memory's a secret handshake
shakes you with
it speaks my language
it ceases, i cease to believe
you're gonna leave
and acting out of a fight
when you're not around
with ease, i cease to exist
i slip through the leaves
we once had to wish
oh we wished for
heaven
it now only seems
like torture
oh this ghost will win my host
it's lingering
- in me
and around my neck
it taps on my head
while i'm asleep
memory's a secret handshake
shakes you with
speaks my language
cease, i cease to believe
you're gonne leave
moram se šisati, tupim skarama, da osjetima navlacenje zivaca, mozda usput odsjeci si koje uho, ionako su visak, oko iskopati, cjenjeno oko, zube pocupati, koje cu izgubiti uskoro, mozda si s tim sakrijem nakaradnost koju skrivam u dusi... zaspat na zvukove svojih vriskova, probudit se u poplavi praznih suza... bubanj lagano dobiva na moci, dok ona umire polagano u meni, susi se...razmisljam vec dugo vremena o tebi... o tome kako je bilo, o tome sto bi moglo biti, mozda ponovo... trebao mi je razgovor, da znam da sa sigurnoscu da ti se gadim, da volis nekog drugog, da znam kako odskaces na njegov odaziv poput vijernog pseta, trebao mi je taj noz da probodem to prenapuhano postovanje prema tebi, bila to laz ili istina ... mozda neznam gdje idem tocno, ali znam da ne idem prema tebi, napokon se mogu okaniti tebe i nastaviti dalje... samo kad se sjetim sta sam ti htjeo reci za noc vjestica, grizem si jezik, pljujem si u oko, napokon oslobodjen od ociju cinicnih, zabadajucih mogu ti reci plava ljepotice, da te mrzim.... valjda... neznam... zelim to... i hocu...FU
The Mountain Goats -No Children
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me not, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off than dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' busy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know
‘Insanity in individuals is something rare; but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.’ — Nietzsche
El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
Comunismo Libertario, Revolución Social.
Be Drunk
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
"And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home? " pink floyd
Piotr Ilytch Tchaikovsky was he the tortured soul
who poured out his immortal longings in to dignified
passages of stately music
or was he just an old poof who wrote tunes? >>>>Monty Python
"Four legs good, Two legs bad." George Orwell
"Religion began when the first scoundrel meet the first fool..." Voltaire
"I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick -- not wounded -- dead." Woody Allen
"One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all" --- White Rabbit
mrzite me u tisini diabolis@net.hr
Alone
[Poem by Edgar Allan Poe]
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold -
From the lighting in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
La voie, le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
La voie le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
Me rapelle d'automne précedente, en révérence,
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé ŕ vous
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, I plegded myself to you.
Theme song from M*A*S*H
Suicide is Painless
Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'
'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you please.
You won't get HIV by:
o Having ordinary social or casual contact with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Sharing clothing with someone who has HIV or AIDS
o Touching a person who has HIV or AIDS
o Sharing food, dishes, or eating utensils with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Dry-kissing someone with HIV or AIDS
o Hugging someone who has HIV or AIDS
o Shaking hands with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Sitting on toilet seats
o Being bitten by an insect
o Massaging a person living with HIV or AIDS
o Using a hand to sexually stimulate a partner who has HIV or AIDS (although a risk may exist if blood, semen, or vaginal fluids come in contact with broken skin)
o Masturbating
o Touching the tears, saliva, or sweat of a person living with HIV or AIDS
o Living or working with an HIV-infected person
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or a unique snowflake. You're the same decaying shit as everything else on this pathetic little planet.
