Kako pecate?

[Autobus 88]

Covece zar nije jednostavnije i svrsishodnije i produktivnije
koristiti mrezu, ili struju ili grabuljati

 

[Ćale]

...zaboravio si najpopularniji nacin ribolova po Srbiji....dinamit moj bato...tu nema da se riba zamara...i tako...

 

[AntunTun]

Pa pravi ribolovci pecaju na razne nacine kolko ja znam(a ne znam mnogo),zavisi od vode.
Ja pecam i na plovak i na varalice a i dubinski,zavisi sve gde pecam
glaso sam za plovak jer tako najcesce pecam .

ovde nema zablude....

 

[AntunTun]

Covece zar nije jednostavnije i svrsishodnije i produktivnije
koristiti mrezu, ili struju ili grabuljati

dal je produktivnije....vreme tje retji....

 

[AntunTun]

Ma varalice su haos:zabaciš,motaš,razmišljaš o ribama...kad vidi riba, ma bravo majstoru,najbolji si, ma ti to znaš samo ponekad ne dovoljno razmišljaš e ;ebi ga spade.
E plovak je već umetnost???

plovak nije umetnost....tako isto mozhesh retji....zabacish i kad potone a ti povuci....mislim shta tu ima drugachije od varalice?

mushicharenje je umetnost....ko neka ritmichka gimnastika?

 

[BIG S]

jes u pravu si, samo se sitne ribce `vataju, bar kod nas

 

[tralalala]

Ja volim voblere i tvistere. To mi dodje kao lutkarsko pozoriste.
Maltretiranje kedera ne volem, pecanje bele ribe dosadno..
Musicarenje ne smem, zbog jajnika...
Ko ko da..

 

[AntunTun]

know the pieces fit, cuz i watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering
fundamental differing
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled a fire that has burned a hole between us so
we cannot seem to reach an end crippling our communication

i know the pieces fit, cuz i watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame
it doesn't mean i don't desire
to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

the poetry that comes from the squaring off between
and the circling is worth it
finding beauty in the dissonance

there was a time that the pieces fit, but i watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
i've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers
between supposed lovers

 

[BIG S]

ko sto govori lokacija................