Duboki spisi mladog mesnatog proizvoda
03.09.2005., subota
A što da radim?
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NIŠTO!! mda ja često imam probleme s kompom pa nestignem stalno pisat blogove a odlične ideje tonu u savu kad ispod mosta se glupiramo jer ih jednostavno zaboravim? But, zašto? Što aj imam radit ispod savskog mosta? Pa iskreno neam pojma, zagreb je tako ogavno dosadan da je jedino zabavno mjesto sa društvom ispod savskog mosta sa jednim divnim prehrambenim proizvodom od čijeg se konzumiranja mogu dogoditi posljedice opasne po život (npr. pad u savu, pad s mosta u savu, popikivanje na kamen i padanje u savu...) a taj proizvod je ____(cenzura, hint: ima skoro 5 promila :)). I to mi već dosađuje, a još malo će i škola. I nemogu motorom starim od brata u zagreb. Strgao sam ključ, nisam pao, strgao sam ključ. Lijepo od mene. I ako brat sazna a pošto je na moru i ja radim zamjenski neće saznat, ALi ako ipak sazna onda sam u glubokoj kakici. I nikad neću dobit burazovu fendericu ak naučim svirat gitaru... uzdah.... neznam što pisat .... izdah ..... zzz. Mda opet su došli oni moji dani u mjesecu (TM) kada sam anti politički raspoložen, i razbijam sve moguće reklame i plakate povezane s politikom i svađam se s frendovima, trgam glave, proučavam kanibalizam i tak. Kanibalizam... khm, mislio sam ANIMAlizam i ostale -lizam-e. Gnarkill-izam i slušanje groznog panka s još groznim pjevanjem i oponašanjem timmia from south parka. A onda soljenje pameti uz pijandure ( 2-3 prazne gajbei par vodki included), i normalno da dođu dani u mjesecu. I onda dođe reklama za Big Brother. PA ISUSA TI KRISTA BOGA MILOGA ŠTO TE KRETENE ROŠTILJAJU NA PJESKU PUSTINJE SAHARE A NA SVAKOM ZRNU PO TRI ZRNCA. KOJI TO KRETENI MOGU GLEDATI JADNE KRETENE ZAROBLJENE U NEKOJ KRETENSKOJ KUĆI? PA TO NE DA TREBA KLAT NEGO SPALIT, ZGAZIT, POOTROVAT, PREROVAT, PRŽIT ASFALTOM and so on. Nešto najgore što se može dogoditi. Ovo me fakat ubilo u taj kretenski mozak koji je nestao u akciji pri pokušaju razmišljanja. Taj big brother, to gledaju ljudi koji ili nemaju što raditi ili su jednostavno fascinirani svojom glupošću i neznaju kako se opametiti. I tako aj pizdim na jednom okupljalištu našeg društva i dođe mi frend: e pa satri nemoj ******, ovaj put će bit boljih prizora ugodnih za oči:). KRETENU PA RAĐE SKOKNEM U VIDEOTEKU, ili u disko pa napravim nešto,ahem nekoj tam , ahem :). Balkanizam, zapravo ne, balkanizam je još dobar, IDIOT-KRETEN-DEGENERIKSON-IZAM. Jedino bi to gledo da mi kupe lamborđinija, R-1, i da mi poklone vozačke za obadvoje. Ts. i to je premalo. Uglavnom, velki brat sux big time, next. E sad malo o tome kako je to opet glupim amerima nevrijeme porušilo VELEGRAD, koji se spominje u pjesmu "house of the raising sun", aka NEW ORLEANS, mada to je njima pakao a tek ovima u japanu to niko ne spominje. JOš si mislim pa to si sami ameri na neku foru rade, isto kako su si ono s twinsima napravili, je je talibani lete aha, neopaženi kradu avion, moš' si mislit. A jadni ljudi nastradaju, ali pobogu zašto? Koljite političare i kretene from the mafia a ne jadnu radničku klasu (nažalost ljudi tamije boje kože, a ne glupi Buš, i da nisam komrad, nego liberalist), make money, not death. No sad sam ja u krivu, novac je zlo. Papa roach - between angels and insects There's no money, there's no possessions, only obsession I don't need that shit, take my money, take my obsession I just wanna be heard, loud and clear are my words, comin’ from within man Tell ‘em what you heard, it's about a revolution In your heart and in your mind, you can find the conclusion Lifestyle and obsession, diamond rings get you nothin’ but a lifelong lesson And your pocketbook stressin’, you're a slave to the system Workin jobs that you hate, for that shit you don't need It's too bad the world is based on greed, step back and see Stop thinkin’ bout yourself, start thinkin’ bout There's no money, there's no possession, only obsession, I don't need that shit Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit Cuz everything is nothing, and emptiness is in everything This reality is really just a fucked up dream With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul, flip it inside out It's a big black hole, take your money burn it up like an asteroid Possessions, they are never gonna fill the void, take it away And learn the best lesson, the heart, the soul, the life, the passion There's no money, there's no possession, only obsession, I don't need that shit Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit Money, possession, obsession, present yourself, press your clothes Comb your hair, clock in, you just can't win, just can't win The things you own, own you, noooooooooo! Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit Fuck your money, fuck your possession, fuck your obsession, I don't need that shit Money, possession, obsession, I don't need that shit Eto tolko o tome kako je posjed i novac loš. A uzto ako se samo ne osloniš na sebe nego na druge oni će te sj.... i popušio si. Nažalost to je istina, ali čast iznimcima, živimo nadu. I dođe mi u glavu pitanje, kad će svbemu ovome kraj? Dok god postoje ljudi, nikad. Jer mi smo FAKAT NAJAROGANTNIJE I NAJDOSADNIJE AMEBE U SVEMIRU. I nadam s eda ću dobit motor buraz ako ovo čitaš, i sljedeći put ne kradi gel i ne nosi mi ga na more, hvala. A za ostale filzofske zadatke: kolko gel za kosu ima vitamina? Izvadi korijen iz kose pa ga kvadriraj na kremu od mrkve i dobit ćeš odgovor. (OVO MI JE SUGERIRAO FREND PA MU OPROSTITE AKO NIJE BAŠ NAJBOLJE ISPALO, jel tak hectore, a ja sam jim morisson rajt :)). |
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I ovak da se zna što mi sve slušamo!
Eto za muziku, ja sam sebe smatram alternativcem, nikakvim punkerom, metalcem ili slično. Jednostavno volim i dio metala i dio punka a ponajviše ska i rock. Najbolji bendovi i izvođači su mi: RADIOHEAD SCORPIONS LED ZEPPELIN THE DOORS AZRA PINK FLOYD DEEP PURPLE THE CURE U2 R.E.M. QUEEN DARKO RUNDEK (tj. HAUSTOR) DAMIR URBAN (LAUFER) BRYAN ADAMS To mi je najdraže, a ovako još par izvođača... tipa rammstein, ska-p, snapcase, asian dub foundation, debeli precjedni, six pack, blind guardian, hladno pivo, guns'n'roses, three doors down, oomph, coldplay, die ärzte, eagles, animals, letu štuke, oasis, P.O.D., phil collins, pennywise, snapcase, rise against, rage against the machine, rainbow, ramones, the clash, rhcp, robbie williams, the rolling stones, zabranjeno pušenje itd. Stvarno iam različit ukus i ponekad to ovisi o raspoloženju. Nikoga ne vrijeđam za muziku koju sluša, mada mi neku put neke stvari idu jako na živce al ipak to je normalno :D. I ovo je standard muzika za moje godine pa... nema nikakve rasprave. Evo dvije najdraže pjesme među svima, tj. tri :D. 1.Najjača pjesma svih vremena, STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN OD LED ZEPPELINA!. There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get When I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn For those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter. If there's a bustle in your hedgerow Don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by But in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won't go In case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How ev'rything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she's buying a stairway to heaven. 2. Onda WIND OF CHANGE od scorpionsa. I folow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world is closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close, like brothers The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I folow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change The wind of change Blows straight into the face of time Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell For peace of mind Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change 3. I onda kjurovci i JUST LIKE HEAVEN... baš kao raj. "Show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream" she said "The one that makes me laugh" she said And threw her arms around my neck "Show me how you do it And I promise you I promise that I'll run away with you I'll run away with you" Spinning on that dizzy edge I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed of all the different ways I had To make her glow "Why are you so far away?" she said "Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you" You Soft and only You Lost and lonely You Strange as angels Dancing in the deepest oceans Twisting in the water You're just like a dream Daylight licked me into shape I must have been asleep for days And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes And found myself alone alone Alone above a raging sea That stole the only girl I loved And drowned her deep inside of me You Soft and only You Lost and lonely You Just like heaven |
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