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)

 11.08.2007., subota

i zhiv li ostade

i to se deshava onako - manje vishe ..
nije da se nishta ne deshava samo nishta ne pishem ..

eto, npr, nedavno sam kasnio na voz . .
(da, deluuje kao dosadna pricha shto i jeste)
idem na posao, sidjem na stanicu i vidim da je voz vec proshao .. i stoji na signalu posle stanice ..
i onako lagano se proshetam do njega razmishljajuci da bih mogao da se popnem na spoljnu stranu ..
i popnem se. i drzim se sa spoljne strane voza . .oko minut. . i pitam se shta ce biti kad krene .. mozda ovo nije bash najpametnije, mogao bih i da sachekam sledeci voz, to me nece ubiti.
i tako voz krene ..krivine, skretnice i tako to ..
i (najbolje od svega) lik koji stoji na ulazu u stanicu i drzi crvenu zastavicu (ne znam bash shta ti zeleznichari rade) me gleda kao da je to najnormalnija stvar koja se vidja na vozu. taj se ochigledno svachega nagledao.
a ja se razmishljam da ako drknem sa voza necu samo nogu polomiti . .

enivej, sidjem na sledecoj stanici (tj otkachim se s voza) i udjem unutra. sednem sve fino i odjednom pochne ruka da me boli. toliko sam se snazno drzao za voz da me leva podlaktica (onaj - 'mornar popaj' mishic) otkida ..

posle par dana me pita cale da li sam stigao na voz. .
- jesam
- kako jesi kad je otishao?
- pa . .stajao je na signalu pa sam proshetao do njega
- i uspeo si da udjesh
- aha(mh) ..



a na poslu druge dogodovshtine.
noc protekla mirno i tako to . .
ujutru dolazi shleper da ..
uhh, u zgradi gde radim ima nekoliko elitnih firmi. izmedju ostalog i jedna za transport i shpediciju (ako to nije isto).
oni imaju velike magacine u zadnjem delu zgrade gde je i planiran utovar/istovar kamiona.
isto tako se iza zgrade gradi josh jedna. ista ovakva. vec su iskopali gomilu zemlje, dubina preko 4 metra, betoniraju temelje i tako to ..
nisu ostavili bash mnogo mesta za prilaz velikim kamionima ..

i tako majstor pridje previshe blizu ogromnoj rupi, zemlja se odroni i sklizne tochkom i ostane tako da visi ..
(posle ga ovi izvlachili bagerima kad su doshli na posao, i to je trajalo i natezalo se, dobro nije sleteo dole s kamionom - poginuo bi)
ispade posle josh i da smo mi (obezbedjenje) krivi. kao - shto smo ga pustili sa te strane zgrade (desne) trebalo je da ide sa druge. reko' : jebi ga, otkud ja znam, sam je tako procenio, ne vozim ja kamion pa da znam kuda mu je lakshe. a i ima godina, ko bi rekao da je neiskusan. .
dodje pred kraj i neki direktor te gradjevinske firme sa istom prichom. . srecom tu je vec doshao i moj shef (smena mi se zavrshila pre 20min) i pocheo da se svadljivo objashnjava kako nigde ne pishe da je to nash posao. lol
ko ih jebe kad nisu obezbedili gradilishte. a nisu ni rekli nikome gde mogu da prolaze kamioni.

sve bi to bilo tuzno da nije zalosno . .
tj, da se nije ponovilo pre neki dan.
neki slovenac (ili madjar) sa shleperom kikindske registracije je ushao sa "prave" strane. i kad je uparkiravao u rikverc prema zgradi zemlja se odronila i prednjim levim tochkom je "kleknuo"
izvlachio ga isti bagerista.
kao da je to svakodnevni posao :)

a ova koleginica (hostesa) sa kojom radim je sva vesela.
i kaze da sam ja smoren. i da samo mislim na posao.
kao shto jednom rekoh (pred shefom);
na poslu sam musliman. ne spavam, ne pijem alkohol i ne jedem svinjetinu.
makar na poslu.
kod kuce mogu da budem i budista - to je moja privatna stvar.

Is everybody happy
Said the sergeant looking up
Our hero feebly answered "Yes"
And then they hooked him up,
He jumped into the slipstream,
And he twisted twenty times,
And he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:
|: Glory glory what a hell of a way to die,
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die,
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die
And he ain't going to jump no more.


2. He counted loud, he counted long
And waited for the shock
He felt the wind, he felt the air,
He felt that awful drop,
He pulled his lines, the silk came down
And wrapped around his legs
And he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:

3. The days he lived and loved and laughed
Kept running through his mind
He thought about the medics
And wondered what they would find,
He thought about the girl back home,
The one he left behind.
And he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:

4. The lines all wrapped around his neck,
The D rings broke his dome,
His lift webs wrapped themselves
In knots around each skinny bone,
His canopy became his shroud
As he hurtled to the ground ,
And he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:

5. The ambulance was on the spot,
The jeeps were running wild,
The medics, they clapped their hands
And rolled their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more,
Since last a chute had failed,
And he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:

6. He hit the ground, the sound was "splat",
The blood went spurting high,
His pals were heard to say
Oh what a lovely way to die,
They rolled him up still in his chute,
And poured him from his boots,
And he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:

7. There was blood upon his lift webs,
There was blood upon his chute,
Blood that came a trickling
From his paratrooper boots,
And there he lay like jelly
In the welter of his gore,
And he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:

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