iako je ogromna vecjina vas polu-retardiranih nekreativnih smorenih smorchina jedva sposobna da izdrzhi bilo kakvu naraciju duzhu od SMS poruke, a da osmisli istu je nesposobna, to nije razlog da se ne da podrshka od mene ovoj temi.
idemo malo u buducjnost.
document year: 2027.
location: Belgrade, somewhere out of "krug dvojke". very out.
document name: On The Air Tonight (the very secret diary of Alexxandar)
I started tonight at ten o'clock with my ordinary words:
"Good evening, people, my name is Alex, and I'll lead you through the empire of alternative music.".... but, there was something special..... "after this song, I will annunciate the name of our famous guest".... music begun. it was really underground music... aca lukas "diabolic". I felt through the speakerphone wavin' of the millions listeners while they were jumpin' with.... Belo, oko mene sve je belo...sat na ruci, kosulja, cipele, odelo....na celo, stavljam prst na celo....glava mi aterira i drhti mi telo".
After the song, ringing of the phone... first occuration tonight in my studio. I said:
"I have to annunciate the guest, but nevermind!... tell us your musical wish! where u r from? your name?"
"Milanka from Shabac, deep sh.it."
... I was confused.... "but.. why... sh.it?"
"Fu.ck you and your musical wishes, my man putted the fuc.kin' gun on his brow, not a finger, while "diabolic" was noised from the radio!!! He's drunk like you, bas.tard! C'mon now, persuade him to displace that gun...... I will call him, and I will say that's my husbend on the phone... he will be affraid and I think he will shoot the phone."
"He's not your husbend?"
"No, deep s.hit. My husband drive a truck now somewhere in the Turkey. He's my neighbourgh."
"OK...."
Zvonkooooo c'mon on phone. There's my husband... he wanna hear u...."
I heard just big BANG! .... and screaming.... but the phone line was still alive.
"My compassion... if someone think that our studio is guilty for this, call our jurisdiction on 011/493-308. Good night."
Yes... u heard well... our studio is very big and we have jurisdiction, six climate-equipage, four rooms, and two secret rooms with the chiks, beer, plasma TV, and great collection of retro po.rno movies. rooms are secret because of my wife Sofffy. but now she's gone somewhere on the Andi mountains, she went to Chilean guerilla to fight against American globalism. She left me alone with four little childrens who are always messed with fuc.kin' food, like really little Bosnian children from the american movies 'bout war in SFRJ. But I don't care. They are big enough.... Mashinka is 4, Josip Broz Aleks is 2.5, Jovanka is 1.5, and my darling, Ernesto Che Sofio is nay three months old.
So.... fu.ck the children. I stopped on my guest.
"Now, my dear auditorium, it's time to our veeeery very special guest - legend of serbian music underground. Johntra from Borcha Greda!!!".... chaos begun. Johntra entered my room and set right by me! First I admitted his great song.... tebe vole omladina mlade zhene... ti si ostavio trag... ja sam poshao tvojim tragom..., and than other songs like: kad smo bili mali mali majke su nas oblachile oblachile... .... and after that songs we talked in late of the night.
Now it's six o clock, in the morning.
I'm so tired but I can't sleep. I think... I'm missin' my wife? Where's she? ... when we was young, she was deep in the Bosnian forests... and I dreamed every night 'bout us - I will go with Arkan's Tigers deep into enemy territories, killin' fu.ckin' wild and miscellaneous sorts of natives there, while we arrive in Banja Luka. There's big tower on the castle and Sofffy in that tower.... Oh, fu.ck .... I'm not missin' my wife while I'm surrounded whit that chicks that my friend Mile bought on Ibarska magistrala.
But I'm really missin' something now....
Ringin' of the phone. Whuz da fuk now, in six o clock?
"You're Alexxandar.", voice said.
"Yea."
"Policeman here. Please come into station."
What da fuk now?
Where're my kids? I think that is something 'bout my kids. Maybe Milanka from Shabac kidnapped my kids! Oh no... what I will say to Sofffy when she come here with her red pentagonal star tattoo on her's boobs, and kalashnjikov in hands? I'm fuc.ked up now.
I arrived to police station...
"Good morning, officer. My name is Alexxandar. U know where r my kids?"
"No.... u just lost your pocket-book. Here it is."
whuh.
one song for good night. it was really hard night!
Komaaa.
Kad si tezak trista nevolja
imas stvari vise od prijatelja
kad svaku ljubav unapred prezalis
i na svoj zivot tri tacke stavis
Al' s tobom opet ucim sve
da hodam i da govorim
da zelim i da osecam
sa tobom novorodjen sam
Ti me dizes, ti me dizes iz kome
bas si dobra u tome
dok me gledas krv mi opet gori
i srce mi se bori
a vec sam bio hladan i beo
ti me dizes iz kome
al' mrtav sam vec zivot ceo
Kad je sve pod znakom pitanja
i kraj tebe nikog nema vise
zaboravis tad da si stvarno ziv
u tvom telu samo djavo dise
Al' s tobom opet ucim sve
da hodam i da govorim
da zelim i da osecam
sa tobom novorodjen sam...