Srcky (Lost in syber space)

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Hey You .. 
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
Always doing what you’re told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.





neki od idojotizama 
"skidaj ono s bloga da te ne bi skinula i obesila na sred trga"
*leyla.zorg - facebook

"What's the use of happiness? It can't buy you money."
*Henry Youngman

"Preporuchujem groblje kao mesto oporavka"
*

"Sex is like money; only too much is enough."
*John Updike

"jednom uvek - uvek uvek"
*

"Imate li kriminalni dosije?"
"Boze blagi, nisam znao da se to ovde josh zahteva."
*britanski vic o ulasku u Australiju


"Bart, with $10000, we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like... love!"
*Homer Simpson

"Nisu to noobovi, nego idioti. noobovi su ljudi koji tek pocinju, a ovi su zatucane budale, koje samo trce i ne slusaju nista!"
*Aizen

"prvi korak u reshavanju problema je ignorisanje problema"
*potpuno sam ozbiljan

"kad bih razmishljao kako da zavrshim ne bih ni pochinjao"
*zivotna filozofija

"automatski potvrdator"
*odnosi se na izveshtaj da je neko primio vash sms. (nisam bio toliko pijan, samo nisam mogao da se setim)

"dok pijesh, shta god da ti sipaju - u redu je"
*mislim da je pokojni deda ovo izjavio

"u okachmentu"
*svojevrstan prevod attachmenta.

"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy."
* Steve Martin

"You know 'that look" women get when they want sex?...... Me neither."
* Steve Martin

"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."
* Woody Allen

"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 500SL."
* Lynn Lavner

"Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope."
* George Burns

"Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships."
* Sharon Stone

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch."
* Jack Nicholson

"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is,"
* Barbara Bush (Former U.S. First Lady, and, you didn't think Barbara had a sense of humor!)

"Ah, yes, Divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet."
* Robin Williams

"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself."
* Roseanne

"Women need a reason to have sex. ! Men just need a place."
* Billy Crystal

"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house."
* Rod Stewart

"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time."
* Robin Williams

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bestidno pastovano sa tudjeg bloga;


Nema me više u tvojim molitvama,
više me putem ne prate.
A noć mi preti, ponoć i pusta tama,
kad me se samo dohvate.

Više me ne voliš,
kad se vraćam nisi budna,
ne goriš,
gasne naša zvezda čudna,
lažna, srebrna stvar.

Daleko putujem,
vetar nudi neke rime,
kupujem,
pristaju uz tvoje ime,
dva, tri stiha na dar.

Ne slušam više šta šapućeš dok snivaš,
plaši me koga pominješ.
I sve si dalja, a sve mi bliža bivaš,
kao da opet počinje...

Ali me ne voliš,
to se uvek drugom desi,
govoriš,
ali više ne znam gde si,
da li neko to zna?

Šta sam uradio?
Kakva tužna humoreska!
Gradio
ispod gradova od peska
dubok bezdan bez dna

(posveceno svim devojkama koje me (vishe) ne vole. da - chak i Goci)

 28.10.2005., petak

6to (valjda) blog okupljanje u Srbiji (prvo u pozarewcu?)

mogu ja i sam da se okup(lj)am Sutra uveche ce biti odrzano najorganizovanije (pa samim tim i najvece) blog okupljanje na ovim prostorima.
a ja ne mogu da idem. tj mogao bih kad bi josh neko ishao sa mnom, samo shto (odjednom) ne mogu nikog da nagovorim. svi imaju neke planove. a i ja radim od 07 do 19 :(
shvatite ovo kao poziv u pomoc !

enivej - okupljanje je u pozarevcu a organizator je blogTau
(a maslachak me ceo dan ubedjivala da dodjem)

bice Književno veče + glazbeni spektakl i mini tribina o Blogu u Srbiji, a zavrshava se sa opshtom pijankom i orgijama ..
tako je bar planirano.. i to bez mene, phh ..

Sviće.
Sam dim i prašina.
Eto sta je ostalo od krika pobednika.

Tužna jutra su bez ptica,
kao da je neko isključio ton.

Naša priča nema kraja.
Jednostavno teče kao mrtva reka.
Samo teško bolestan,
sebe vidi k'o čoveka.

Ako imaš s kim i gde
ti se nastani.
Nemoj da ti kao meni prođu dani.
Ja ne umem da ti kažem ko sam.

Trudni naftaš krsti popa.
Godišnji je odmor, pa trenutno nema boga.
Curi znoj - to zove obnova,
sa pet kraka, a sa čet'ri slova.

Ispred tuge čuči sumnja.
Zagrizi je i preseci.
Ordenje na mrtva tela,
jel' to mora, ti mi reci.

Ako imaš s kim i gde
ti se nastani.
Nemoj da ti kao meni prođu dani.
Ja ne umem da ti kažem ko sam.

Preko glave leti sačma.
Heroje nebesa zovu.
Pogled cedio kroz prste,
sedeo sam sam na krovu.

Novi dan i novi loto.
Svaka nagrada je pepeo i prah.
Ne kockaj se sa životom,
Gaji ljubav, poštuj strah.

Ako imaš s kim i gde...


- 20:44 - Speak to me (9) - Chitaj u WCu - #

 21.10.2005., petak

anno domini 2548

Srdjan nam se raspisao ovih dana..
vredi prochitati (kad vec ne mogu da linkujem posebne postove)
nadjite sebi omiljeni i samo mi javite naslov ..
(ako stignete pa vas josh i ne mrzi)

inache na poslu nosimo odela - crna, amblem firme na levoj strani grudi i jednobojna kravata (moja je purpurna, vecina nas nosi tu nijansu)

raspisacu se valjda uskoro, kad budem bio odmoran i imao vremena (ko zna kad ce to biti, evo sad sam doshao iz nocne smene a ujutru ustajem oko 4)
a i bilo bi pametno da spomenem kako je Orvel bio vidovit..

they flutter behind you your possible pasts
some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost
a warning to anyone still in command
of their possible future to take care
in derilict sidings the poppies entwine
with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you thing we should be closer?
she stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
stepping up boldly one put out his hand
he said, "i was just a child then now i'm only a man"
do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you thing we should be closer?
by the cold and religious we were taken in hand
shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
and strung out behind us the banners and flags
of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you thing we should be closer?


- 10:51 - Speak to me (9) - Chitaj u WCu - #

 11.10.2005., utorak

ko se radi - ne boji se gladi

Srcky na poslu. ista kravata i stav u kojem vezujem pertle idem sad do duce na kaffu.
samo da operem sudove.

nisam stigao da pishem ovih dana zbog posla ..
pocheo sam da radim u obezbedjenju u jednom od boljih hotela, u jednoj od boljih firmi za zashtitu.
dodushe na probnom sam, mozda me i prime za stalno.
moglo bi se reci da sam probni gard

enivej u ovom postu se obavezujem da cu uskoro pisati o;

"Velikom Bratu";
- knjizi 1984 (by Orvel, pravo prezime Bler)
- uslovima rada na poslu na kojem me prati po nekoliko kamera i svak sve kontrolishe
- Big Brother na blogu i otkudi shta ja tamo (ostavite komentar u kome me hvalite, trebace mi.. mozda)

duplim devicama;
- odakle dolazi neprirodna kolichina "tih stvorenja"
- zashto su sve iste
- kako to da ni jedna nema preko 50kg zive vage (tj sa sve kostima)
- zashto pobogu volim da sam blizu njih (ovo ni sam ne znam)

Srdjanu;
- tj njegovom blogu
- njegovim extra postovima
- njegovoj (pa i mojoj) drugarici koja radi u 3deu i ima chudnog dechka koji vishe voli srdjanovo drushtvo (i blizinu) if you know what I mean (pardon my french)

You better make your face up,
In your favorite disguise,
With your button-down lips,
And your roller blind eyes.
With your empty smile,
And your hungry heart,
Feel the bile rising,
From your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters,
As the cockleshell shatters,
And the hammers batter,
Down your door,
You better run.

You better run all day,
And run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you’re taking your girlfriend out tonight,
You better park the car well out of sight.
’cause if they catch you in the back seat,
Trying to pick her locks,
They’re gonna send you back to mother,
In a cardboard box.
You better run!

- 18:31 - Speak to me (7) - Chitaj u WCu - #