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lass deine wege von den menschen bestimmen die deine liebe bedingungslos erwiedern und lass los wer dich verletzt....
 
an apprehension for reality, the death of the flower,
the collapse of hope, the crush of wasted years, the nightmare faces,
the mad armies attacking for no reason at all
and/or
old shoes abandoned in old corners like half-forgotten
voices that once said love but did not mean
love.

see the face in the mirror? the mirror in the
wall? the wall in the house? the house in the
street?

now always the wrong voice on the telephone
and/or
the hungry mouse with beautiful eyes which now lives in
your brain
.

the angry, the empty, the lonely, the tricked.

we are all
museums of fear.

there are as many killers as flies as
we dream of giant sea turtles with strange words carved into
their hard backs and no place for the knife to go in.

Cain was Able,
ask him.
give us this day our daily dread.

the only solace left to us is to hide
alone in the middle of night in some deserted
place.

with each morning less than zero,
humanity is a hammer to the brain,
our lives a bouquet of blood, you can watch
this fool still with his harmonica
playing elegiac tunes while
slouching toward Nirvana
without
expectation or
grace.

- C.B.

 
an apprehension for reality, the death of the flower,
the collapse of hope, the crush of wasted years, the nightmare faces,
the mad armies attacking for no reason at all
and/or
old shoes abandoned in old corners like half-forgotten
voices that once said love but did not mean
love.

see the face in the mirror? the mirror in the
wall? the wall in the house? the house in the
street?

now always the wrong voice on the telephone
and/or
the hungry mouse with beautiful eyes which now lives in
your brain
.

the angry, the empty, the lonely, the tricked.

we are all
museums of fear.

there are as many killers as flies as
we dream of giant sea turtles with strange words carved into
their hard backs and no place for the knife to go in.

Cain was Able,
ask him.
give us this day our daily dread.

the only solace left to us is to hide
alone in the middle of night in some deserted
place.

with each morning less than zero,
humanity is a hammer to the brain,
our lives a bouquet of blood, you can watch
this fool still with his harmonica
playing elegiac tunes while
slouching toward Nirvana
without
expectation or
grace.

- C.B.


Charles Bronson hätte ich solche Worte nicht zugetraut
 
moras vako:

Zeko voli kupus, kupus voli rosu, a ja moju malu i golu i bosu

zec voli kupus, kupus voli zeca
a ja moju malu kad se naprndeca

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tuga i nevolja


nevolja i tuga
dva ne razdvojna druga
krene tuga komentirati
od nevolje ce danke kasirati


nizerazrednim humorom nas truju
po zdravom razumu pljuju
tesko je naci za njih' prave rijeci
tesko se da spram njima psovka izbjeci


tuga i nevolja
ko kuga i kolera
u stopu te prate
nemos od njih disat, brate


oj tugo oj nevoljo,
glasno bi vam porucio
s kurca nam se skinite
o svojim problemima brinite


ko vam dade interneta
dabog ne vidio ahireta
u dzehenem vas saljem
u mrkli mrak
tamo bar nemate
internet prikljucak
 
Ide zeko šumicom i prolazi pored lisičje jame, a u njoj mali lisici i izdere se:
- "J*bem vam mater" i pobjegne.
Drugi i treći dan isto.
Četvrti dan sakrije se lisica s malima, zec se izdere:
- J*bem vam mater! - a lisica pojuri za njim. Trci, trci zeko kroz sumu, kroz polje, lisica za njim. Provuče se zeko kroz ogradu a lisica se zaglavi. Zeko
priđe straga i počne ševiti, a lisica:
- Nemoj zeko, molim te!
A zeko:
- Ne bih ja, ali obećao sam djeci!
 
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