Sunday, 30 November 2014

Srbi najradije gledaju horor filmove. Ne žele kukavički da beže od stvarnosti!







Srbi su doživeli
najveći poraz u svojoj istoriji.
Izgubili su ceo svet!

Mlade smo ubijali tupim predmetom.
Marksizmom!











Opet se koljemo.
Ne može se živeti od uspomena! 

Velika je zabluda da je Kain
prvi započeo bratoubilački rat.
On ga je prvi završio!

I sledeći izbori biće pošteni.
Što ne pamte ni najstariji građani!







Mogu da biram:
ili ću biti marioneta
ili će mi život visiti o koncu!










Komunizam je idealan sistem.
Ne moraš ništa da radiš da bi propao!Mi imamo privatnu i društvenu svojinu.
Sve je Njegovo i njihovo!
Vlada misli o svemu.
Narodu je jedina briga
kako da preživi!
Kad platim struju, kiriju, vodu,
ostaje mi da odjavim telefon!
Vlada, očigledno, 
više ne uživa poverenje građana.
To joj, međutim, ne smeta da uživa!

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...

Anton Chekhov, Ivanov

Once I worked hard and thought a lot but I never got tired; now I do nothing and think of nothing, but I'm tired in body and spirit.With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don't know who I am, why I'm alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there's no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life... I am destroyed, irretrievably!

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