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sve kao da je sačinjeno od zraka. kad se nešto događa, zrak se zgusne, živci se napnu i svijet poludi. emocije, impulsi napetih živaca strujaju uzavrelim tijelom i primoravaju ga na stvari koje bi mozak odbacio kao nepotrebne gluposti.
zrak se rijedi, emocije splašnjavaju, ostaju sjećanja, na što?
na ništa
jer se ništa nije dogodilo osim zraka koji se zgusnuo.
i nešto pijeska što ga je zakovitlao vjetar...

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Everything is melting away in tiny pieces of existence. Light as the air we breath, but still heavy as all the problems we have to face.
As if even the tiniest things we have to care about have become huge and unbearable, and life light as if it was just a dream. Always dreaming of yesterday and tomorrow, since today is the day we have to face ourselves.
But where are we? In the things we are doing? In the books we are reading? In the language we speak? How can a spiderweb of worldly things like that have such a great influence on what we are? Or is it just the way things are - we are both bound and condemned to this world?
Can a soul help us to bear our problems? Are there any psychologists or psychiatrists who know the answer? No. No. No. No.
They do not even know if there is a soul! They talk about it all the time, but have no proof!
Is it an impulse? Hormones? Influence? Part of the body? Nobody knows.
Still, there is a bunch of people who claims to know what they are talking about without even noticing that they are bound to some "almost-true" theories and books written by people who only needed the money.
Still, is there any escape?
It doesn't seem that we can control our lives anyway. We cannot do whatever we want, because of society, and since we are part of the society, we are both the problem and sufferer.

anyway

whatever

tomorrow comes today

Danas je sad. Od danas počinjem ponovno. Sutra je za budućnost i tko zna što će se dogoditi.

dolazi Macan!

i to ne bilo kaki, već Darko Macan :)
Dolazi u Budimpeštu danas, već je na putu. Sad mogu žicat još koji autogram :P

The End is nigh

The optimists believe that everything is all right. The pessimists think that everything might be over the next day. And finally, the realists hope that they are going to survive the days of wrath. But the real problem mankind can not cope with is that we have destroyed our planet and do not know how to fix the damage. The problems we are and will be facing are all effects of our own mistakes; that we can not handle technology properly, cope with overpopulation, and definitely can not solve the environmental problems.

Modern technology was once considered a gift, now it is more like a curse. Everything developed – electricity, genetic modification, machines of any kind – was a useful contribution to comfort and a chance for better life even for the lower classes. And what do we have now? Power plants, dangerous for the whole area; food modified genetically to a degree it becomes inedible; and people being unemployed because the automation of factories.

Since we did not learn how to use technology in a way everyone has advantages of it, overpopulation is becoming a more serious problem every day. There are too many people in the undeveloped countries where the soil cannot provide enough food or the government can not act against poverty. The few and rich get most of the money and food, while the many and poor get only bits and bites.

Additionally, there are more and more environmental problems we have to cope with – a task which seems impossible. Why? Somehow, we cannot believe that something in that manner may happen to us. Nature was always there and hopefully it will remain so. But nature and the world are changing – we are the ones who change it. Unfortunately, we are not grown-up enough to face our own mistakes.

In conclusion, there is no hope. We developed technology too fast, in a pace we can not cope with. The gap between the poor and the rich is getting wider every day. No one knows what is going to happen if we do not stabilize our dwindling ecology. And if we continue with this pace, it is inevitable that our world as we know it will disappear forever.

Stranger in the town a.k.a. all the nonsense you need to write to get a grade

(*picture found at google search)

Stranger in the town

Today, here with us is the famous sailor, Popeye. He came a long way from the place he was before, and now he’s staying here in our lovely town, Sweethaven. Well, could you tell us more about your trip to our town?
— I thinks I was travelling a lot. I passes seven ockeans, ‘cause I was looking for me Poppa. You sees, I lost him when I was two. But, one days, when I thinkin I dies, me mudder cames and told me, Poppa is alives.
And as we know, you’ve found your Poppa here. But there was also some clash between the two of you…
— Yes, Olivia thought me fadder was a kidnapper. But I knows, me fadder ain’t no kidnappers. I don’t knows whats he was doingks, I don’t want to axs him, but I knows, he’s a good Poppa.
You two, I mean, you and your Poppa, look really alike, but you also have some story about that, don’t you?
— Mudder told me I was born in a typhoon, that I comes from Heaven. With fadder it’s differenks, we haves the same bulgy arms and the same squinky eye. We even haves same pipes.
And now you too have a son, Swee’pea, if I’m spelling it correct…
— That needs some explanatskin. I yam Swee’peas mudder, ‘cause he was dedicated for me, ‘cause his first mudder had financkial problems. So I yam tha mudder of Swee’pea, and Olivia is his fadder, ‘cause every childs needs parenks.
You are mentioning Olivia for the second time, can we hope for a wedding in the near future?
— Hahaha, if nuttins come in ways, than I hopes so. It is neskessary, ‘cause the childs needing parenks, and you know, everybodys gotta have somebodys, and I needs Olivia. She suitks me perfectks
Had you ever had some serious quarrel with her?
— Oh, yes. When she wanted to use Swee’peas physcikiskial skills for getting’ money. And, you know, moraliky is very important for me, and wrong is wrong, even when it helps you. I don’t like immoraliky, and I thinks it was wrong to use him to get money.
Yes, you may be right. When did you decide to get married?
— When I gots her out from the octopussys fangs on Scab island. You sees, that was interestinking; I almost losts in the fight against Bluto, and then Poppa gives me spinach and I can fights Bluto and save Olivia with me own power.
I’ve heard, you’ve sold your story to some publishers. Is there going to be a book or something?
— I tell ya, a don’ts really knows. I saw a comic, and I was paintks really phooey. I hopes the moxvie is gonna be better.
Well, how would you describe yourself, so that the people may understand you better?
— I cans only says for meself, that I yam what I yam.
Thank you for the interview?
— Thanks you for making interviewks.

Mechanic God

Nostalgia, the most dangerous thing mankind may face, but we're still looking into the past with attraction to every possible item which resembles the past centuries. Consequently, we forget about what is happening in the present; therefore, everyone and everything can manipulate us. Yes, now we arrived in an age, when even things can manipulate us. Television? Mobile phones? Robots? Whats next? Hope is spent in vain; every day it seems that mankind is getting more and more dumb, more and more vulnerable, more and more condemned to get extinct.

Lovely, indeed.

red sea

I WANT INSPIRATION

Insomnia is a great thing, especially if you do not really want it but have to make it for yourself with about a liter coffee every day. Lovely indeed. I need time, I need peace to come to my senses again. As if I had forgotten everything, I'm feeling quite lost at the moment. I'd to study, write essays and bla...but somehow i don't care. It's kinda floating in a pseudo-dream. Kinda having headache all the time...and feeling dizzy. I want to go out somewhere, but can't because I'm feeling somehow strange...but probably I am feeling strange because I do not go out enough, somewhere, I don't know, into the woods, lakes, and rivers. Lovely. I want to swim, like i did this summer. But still, I'm to lazy even to find a place where I might.
Things are bad, and getting even worse. I can't think on any language particularly, they are somehow all mixed in my mind.
Annoyance all the time, and I'm starting to hate it.
I want to sleep and run somewhere far at the same time.
Some people do it. Some are rabbits like me.
Fearst thou the world outside?
Somehow

Steady as the beating drum

Ljudi su odista fascinanta stvar. zaista. Koliko vrsta i podvrsta priroda samo može stvoriti. I koliko idiota i degena i govana. Zaista fascinantno. Bilo je vremena kada su me ljudi oduševljavali u svojoj raznolikosti i nekako sam ih smatrala zanimljivima jer sam vjerovala da su u biti svi ljudi dobri. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i tako. to se otad pomalo promijenilo i sad sam došla u fazu mizantropije kada gledam mane i tražim zloću u ljudima koje poznajem tek pet minuta. i imam osjećaj da se svijet pokvario, da su nekako svi oko mene idioti i da u nikome nema dobrote. jer su svi dvolična govna, baš kao ja. znači, ako smo svi govneta, međusobna interakcija je tek skup govana koji se međusobno podnose jer ne mogu na svjež zrak? i zato su svi tako jebeno živčani? i zato su svi tako jebeno zlobni i idioti?
gledam disney svijet. sve je savršeno, sve je puno pozitivne energije, dobro pobjeđuje. jedina mana tog svijeta je jedino to što nije stvaran. ergo, dobrota i pozitivna energija nisu stvarno. ergo, opet se vraćamo na teoriju s govnima.

What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
And worse

They're savages! Savages!

Barely even human

Savages! Savages!

i svi naravno ratuju jedni protiv drugih bez nekih razloga samo da novac teče i da se nešto miće.
iskreno, već mi se neko vrijeme gadi ljudski rod. sve što je dosad napravljeno divno i krasno nekako pada u sjenu sadašnje gluposti i nesposobnosti.

i tako. shit happens. sometimes i wish i was a fish