počutim se kot fikus fikus fikusira stoji in nič ne dela ... do dveh bom jutri spal učil se preostali dan ko noč zamenja dan ne bom pretirano ga sral in spat odšel bom spet ob dveh vstal bom sam tudi v soboto ponovil to kar želel si bom sam in tudi v nedeljo existenco svojo fikus zaključil bo. ovenel zaradi pomanjkanja bo nege ne bo, ne bo ga več zdrizasto rjave barve na vrh' komposta ležal bo kjer po življenja koncu zaudarja ni ga srah njegovega rudarja lahko živeči fikus v depresijo pade? da... lahko kdaj se spravi ven? ne... ...
šel bi v puščavo daleč stran v to goščavo sabo nosil fikus bi ga na žgoče sonce postavil bi sred' ničesar kar žgalo bi opazoval ga bi opazoval ... opazoval dokler zadnje kaplje ne iztisnil bi dokler izsušil se ne bi .... blahh...
Let's take a poll. How many of you know you're alive?
Bullshit!
You're plastic soldiers in a miniature dirt war.
Come on!
How many of you people know you're alive?
See it. All the history of the world...
Is on its scales.
All people. All actions.
We're all just little pictures in the scales.
…
…
Anarchy.
Complete, total anarchy.
That’s what I want, what I believe in, in what I trust. Hate the phrase: “In god we trust. In god we believe”. Hate the people. Hate the trees hate the plants… hate the world. All the history of the world is on its scales. All the people. All the actions. We’re all just little pictures in the scales. We’re plastic soldiers in a miniature dirt war.
Why anarchy? Take a look at this effete world you dwell in today. What do you see? A bunch of people pretending to know what their sense of life is. What life is. I pray thee not to choose the path of a human. Stop living senseless lives of which you know none. It is written in your destiny you shall die. That is the sense of living – live to die. Whether you fancy it or not, I cannot tell. If not, change it. How? That’s up to thee.
Jim believed in democracy – there shouldn’t be a president. Total democracy. But you’ve seen this happening thru and thru. Never changing, everlasting. The problem here is shown: every single human being wants to rule, conquer, dominate the world. Wants to be almighty, powerful.
I’m being stabbed. By a fucking pen. With a sharp or flat end. Doesn’t matter. It hurts so bad, it sets you free. A cell phone is used now. Pain, pain, pain. What?!? Stabbed pen. Feelings: none. Try giving a birth. Can’t? Shame. You will never know what does pain or hurt mean.
Enlighten me. Is it just me or am I not alone, who shares an opinion about buses and rides in general. In several countries, especially in the States, public transport in used normally by socially endangered people. Back there in my home town it’s a little different. I’m starting to realize, I have proper rights to feel the anxiety and to taste fear. l'm gonna kiss the snake on the tongue. Kiss the serpent. But if it senses fear… it’ll eat us instantly. But if we kiss it without fear… it'll take us through the garden. Through the gate. To the other side.
But why all this concern and terror and horror? If you really want to know, pay a visit to the northern country of ex-Yugoslavia. Now you know the answer. Still doesn’t ring any bells? Then pray the god to help thee. For fuck sake!! Why the fuck “god”. What is “god”, who invented it, who made it up? I don’t have a clue. I don’t even care. “God” is maybe something at which regular people see the explanation for the unknown…
Now I failed… Of course. What did I expect. What was I thinking. J’e ne sais pas. It never happens – something good. Save one thing. She happened. Everything changed on that day. She brought light into the dark, cold world, in which I feel hated and unwanted even more than a spider in a relationship to an arachnophobe. The one and only thing that still keeps me between the living dead. Now I shall use one rotting and overused phrase: god knows what could’ve happened without the Light. It might have been death.
The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall
And he went into the room where his sister lived And he walked inside her room And he lay down on her bed And he lay her on her back And he slid her shirt off And he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid those down And he pulled off her bra, and he
He pulled her panties, and then he Stuck his dick inside of her and fucked his sister for an hour And then he, payed a visit to his brother, and he Walked inside his brothers room And lay down next to him His cold hand slid down his shiny skin Hot, nude, undressed...
The sanke was glazed and shrunken Was not afraid to touch it
(sth. is written by me, sth. mr. Morrison - Florida)
Form generation to generation lifestyles are different along with the human population. Today's youth spends most of the time in front of TV instead of picking up a book from time to time. Is once very admired, prevailing and approved literature being neglected? There are various reasons as to why books are losing their power and authority.
If you want to sell many products, the best way to do it is through advertising. All you need is a great, colourful, influential, effective text, a picture of the product and a reasonable price. In every newspaper, magazine, in every advertisement and notice board, nowdays, you can see a TV. No wonder so many are sold every single day. It is true that it is recommended to travel with time, so you do not look like a caveman. But still, is that the reason why most people do not even want to take a look at books or simply let alone reading them? Luckily, in schools we are given tasks to read, but still many of them stay dusty, lying on some looks like abandoned bookshelfs. I can tell from my own experience that a lot of pupils do not read them. They just »write« the report that has to be written. By »write« i mean »copy«.
I can say I understand why watching TV is more fun. It is easier to watch than read because visual impulses are processed faster. When you read it is extremely important to focus on what you read. To get a picture in your brain, letters have to be translated and the process takes longer.
However, many books are about real events from the past, the author gives his or her opinion and with it he teaches the reader something new. Crime an Punishment, for instance. Dostoevsky explains to us you cannot commit a crime without feeling guilty. No human is strong enough to bear such a heavy burden. On the other hand, TV is used to relax. It will never teach you anything new, unless you watch Discovery Channel. There is a rumour saying: »TV lies!«, and that is true. Furthermore, I am sure, dear reader, you have seen some action movies showing main actors performing stunning stunts. In real life these are impossible. Instead of filling your brain with unreal and impossible, you should rather take a book in to your hands.
All in all, I am not saying you must read literature, I just heartily recommend it because if you intend to be part of »high society«, you will certainly need that knowledge. What is more fun is up to you, dear reader. You can either become »dummy« or a well educated person, but I think books are funnier only if they are comedies. I would rather say reading literature is more intelectual and interesting.
Kako stlačiti dežnik v šolsko omarico? Hmm... obstaja ogromno načinov.
Vse se je zacelo letos, ko smo tretjesolcki na GimBu fasal nove omarice, ki so prav bedne, beri majhne. Na zalost niso taksne kot smo pricakovali in sicer v ameriskem stilu. Se pravi da so dovolj prostorne, da se lahko vanjo tudi skrijes, če je nuja in kar pa meni zelo veliko pomeni, da lahko po povsem normalnem, humanem in preprostem postopku postavim svoj dezni scit v sveto omarico oz. locker, kakor jim recejo slabo hrano jedoce kreature z zahoda. Ze ko sem te omarice uzrl, me je presel strah, kajti zbal sem se, da bo deznik prevelik in ne bo mogel biti zadegan vanje. In glej ga zlomka, naslednji dan je lilo kot mačke in psi, zategadelj sem bil primoran vzeti deznik s seboj. Zjutraj sem razmisljal, ali bi vzel prenosno marelo ali ne. Kapaciteta iz oblakov izlite vode je bila kakopak enormna, kar me je prisililo vzeti deznik normalne velikosti. Arghh... kok je men bet u lajfu... sploh se ne zavedam, da bi moral pisati kako stlaciti marelo v lokerje in ne pa o tem kako in zakaj je do tega prislo, ololol.
Torej kako je vprasanje. Hja, odgovor pa le ni tako preprost. Sam sem se kar posteno spotil, preden sem nasel odgovor. Najprej sem probaval, da bi jo vtaknil pod kaksnim kotom, saj se je že na uc videlo, da tako ne bo sla v omarico. Torej tu je ze prvi nasvet: probaj pod kotom. Preteklo je se kar nekaj casa, preden mi je kapnilo, da bi jo lahko tudi obesil. In sicer na neko policko, ki je tam popolnoma brez razloga. Prostor nad njo je namrec premajhen, da bi tja karkoli vtaknil, mogoce kaksen zvezek ali dva. Slednja zamisel je fenomenalna, idealna, kakor hočete, saj ne zavzame volumna omarice. Pac samo visi takoj za vrati in ne moti ostale vsebine. Tako da toplo priporocam obesanje marele na to poličko. Meni je vsec.
Sem se pa tudi domislil se necesa, kar bi mi lahko prineslo tudi nekaj dobicka. Kapnilo mi je, da bi lahko lokerje oddajal za denarce. Tarifa pa bi lahko znasala okoli 1 evro na mesec. O tem ali je to prevec ali ne, ne mislim diskutirati. Ker veliko kreatur potrebuje take reci, lahko ceno se dvignem in to brez problema [zloben smeh]. V omarico lahko naselim par ali dva osebkov, ki si lepo pravicno razdelijo stroske enega evra, jaz pa veselo stopicam po svetu z zvenketom v zepih.
