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Koliko vas je usamljeno,tuzno. :-( ... :sad: bla bla :sad: bla....Znate sta..........................................
Razvedrite se! Evo vam tema, pa pisite poruke sami sebi!......Ako vam neko i odgovori.....COOL!Ako ne.......UPUSTVO:kad napisete poruku,izadjete iz teme,i onda opet udjete,i procitate poruku koju ste ostavili,jer je ona za vas!
PS: makice sam popio... ali zar nije dobra ideja.....

Ideja je super!Ja cu malko sam sebi da pevam na uvce:

" I Gave Her Money
I Gave Her Time
I Gave Her Everything
Inside One Heart Could Find
I Gave Her Passion
My Very Soul
I Gave Her Promises
And Secrets So Untold

And She Promised Me Forever
And A Day We'd Live As One
We Made Our Vows
We'd Live A Life Anew
And She Promised Me In Secret
That She'd Love Me For All Time
It's A Promise So Untrue
Tell Me What Will I Do?

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find In Someone Else?

(Who Is It?)
It Is A Friend Of Mine
(Who Is It?)
Is It My Brother!
(Who Is It?)
Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
(Who Is It?)
I Can't Take This Stuff No More

I Am The Damned
I Am The Dead
I Am The Agony Inside
The Dying Head
This Is Injustice
Woe Unto Thee
I Pray This Punishment
Would Have Mercy On Me

And She Promised Me Forever
That We'd Live Our Life As One
We Made Our Vows
We'd Live A Love So True
It Seems That She Has Left Me
For Such Reasons Unexplained
I Need To Find The Truth
But See What Will I Do!

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

(Who Is It?)
It Is A Friend Of Mine
(Who Is It?)
Is It My Brother?
(Who Is It?)
Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
(Who Is It?)
I Can't Take It 'Cause I'm Lonely

(Who Is It?)
It Is Friend Of Mine
(Who Is It?)
To Me I'm Bothered
(Who Is It?)
Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
(Who Is It?)
I Can't Take It 'Cause I'm Lonely

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seen Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find Someone Else?

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find Someone Else?

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find Someone Else?"

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levo, desno nigde moga stanaaaa
joj ulico ala si pijanaaaaa...
(onda neko neartikulisano mrmljanje).. pa..
gle' meseca što se nakrivijooo
mora da se i on jadan napijooo ((:

saosećam se sa tim dekicom na ulici što ga već drugi put srećem.. peva li' peva

vrh...


ja sam usamljeni mladitj zheljan bliskosti i topline...imam puno da ponudim a nishta ne trazhim...moje ime je idiot a ova tema nema jbne veze s mozgom...

Aljoša Miškinović? A.T. haha

hu d fak je aljosha mishkinovitj?

ah, mješanac... Aljoška Karamazov i Knez Miškin... ukrštanje !

ko su sad ti ?...rusi?...da nisu iz neke knjige chim su rusi mora da su iz nekog bitno knjizhevnog dela...koga ja naravno - nisam chitao...tako da dzaba ti ukrshtanje ...al cenim shto mi pomazhesh da ne budem vishe usamljen...josh da se dogovorimo oko topline i stvar sredjena...

Jeste, istresla sam ih iz knjige pravo na pozornicu ukletih glumaca(: Eto, sad barem imaš roditelje.. oh my... a toplina je ispod dasaka pozornice, Dostojevski iznad nadgleda.. pa ti biraj. Kopanje ili letenje?

ma bjezhi...i nik ti je iz knjizhevnog dela...i lokacija i sve...ti si bre neka suluda bubalica koji krca pubertet pa se odaljila od ljudi i spas nashla u nekom svetu iz knjiga...to bre nije normalno koji bre dostojevski koji bakrachi...hrkljush hrkljush ljudima treba a ne da im daju primere bljutavi pisci i njivovo poimanje sveta...

ne znam ima sam priliq da kopam i mogu ti retji da je teeeeshko mnoooogo...tj okopavao sam qqruz i veruj mi nije lako...morash da vodish rachuna da ne sasechesh neki a opet ima onih koje morash da sasechesh da bi oni vetji bolje rasli...tako ti je i sa ljudima to je valjda oportunizam shta li...ne znam nisam leteo a i ne planiram skorije misim voz je neki moj nivo sve preko je pusto mashtanje...shto nas opet dovodi do toga gde i kako zhivimo...tj oportunizam i sve...nemam roditelje shteta al zato imam svoju sobu ha !...ispod dasaka su valjda oni shto doshaptavaju text to sam vido na tv-u...il mozhda u nekom stripu mozhda u fordu...ma screw dostojevski samo da su nama stomaci puni - lako tjemo...

Ne, to je maska. Ista stvar kao sa kukuruzima i daskama, samo što nije potrebno saseći niti kopati, već samo malo zagrebati, ali ljudi vole da vide ono što žele da vide, a ne što stvarno vide i često su veoma lenji pa se vode nekom suludom, nesvesnom intencijom projektujući sebe na druge, pa se to opet manifestuje kao odbrana na napad itd itd. Odnosno svako trenutno i prividno ponošanje, slika se previše bukvalno tumači. Vozovi, naravno.. još ako su sa staklenim krovom, idealno..

nekako od svega shto ti napisa ja sam skonto to sa staklenim krovom...i to sam opet vido na tvu kao oni se voze piju djus i jedu dvopek a iznad stakleni krov i gledaju prostranstva zapadne virdzinije il nechega...a ne mogu da ponovo tumachim shta si tela retji nije napad nije ni odbrana vishe je
Riječ zdrava
da bila bi prava,
zamijenila usne,
srce Ti prsne.
Ne piši o sebi
Piši iz sebe
il shto bi srbin reko shto na um to na drum...ne mogu sad da razmishljam shta daske a shta qqruz i kako i koji odnosi i shta je nesvesna intencija i koga projektujem i slichno...mislim smara me to sve vishe sebe hvatam kako mi nije do chitanja takvih nekih pisanja...mada brat-bratu...nikad mi i nije bilo...

Prsnuća velika
prsnuća slavna i bedna
spuštene glave
ponosne reči
iz sebe u sebi..... nevermind.. odoh da berem kukuruze
reče dr.um .. um na DRum... tnx

watch out kad ik beresh ono lishtje ume da poseche najbolje da nadjesh one rukavice shto sljakaju na gradilishtima...s jedne strane ono platno s druge ona kao kozha...ma np uvek za pisaniju...