The restaurant at the end of the multiverse

Revelations... Seven of them, in fact, about the secret of thirteen...

Na poslu me dočekao šefov mejl - ne radim danas.

Imao sam plan malo zujati autom uokolo i obaviti neke stvari, no plan je propao budući da je mojim starcima palo na pamet otići nekamo u trosatni shopping, tako da sam sada doma i nemam pojma što da radim... Naravno, nemam blage veze kada ću obaviti te planirane stvari jer moram preko tjedna, a preko tjedna radim. Hvala vam, roditelji, o hvala vam! Niste mogli sutra ići u shopping?!

Mislim da ću se sada ići riješiti viška kose.

Ne mogu do webmaila firme. Ergo, nemam pojma jesam li sutra dobio slobodan dan ili nisam. Ergo, budim se u jebenih 7 ujutro, idem na posao, palim računalo, pokrećem Tbird, vidim mejl od šefa u kojemu piše da ne radim i idem doma, nadasve presretan što neću više moći zaspati i što sam izgubio čitavo prijepodne.

Gledao ja taj filmić i sve što imam za reći jest - STRAŠNO!!!

Ona ima ljubav svog života koja je navodno pred nekoliko mjeseci poginula u ratu. Međutim, to ju ne sprečava da se poševi s Njegovim najboljim prijateljem, zatrudni i kad se ovaj ipak herojski vrati, pokuša mu prodati priču "voljet ću te zauvijek, bla bla truć, uvijek ću misliti o tebi kad vidim zalazak sunca, ser ser kenj, ali on će sada dobiti moje srce". I OK, njih dvojica se malo pofajtaju, spase svijet, otac djeteta još herojskije pogine spašavajući svog prijatelja, itd... Ona i On, ljubav njenog života, žive dugo i sretno, a On odgaja tuđe dijete i još mu nadjene ime po ocu.

Prestrašno...

Pao sam na 81 kg težine...

Ti nisi Julija, ja nisam Romeo
Nocas sam nesto gadno pojeo

Lepo pricas, lepo hodas
Slatka mala nemoj lako da se prodas

Zato kreni, kreni prema meni
Zato kreni, kreni prema meni
Kreni
Kreni prema meni

Mozes da lajes mozes da rezis
Mozes da ostanes a mozes i da bezis

Bez duse si niko, bez duse si nista
Kupujes, prodajes, oduzimas i dodajes

Zato kreni, kreni prema meni
Zato kreni, kreni prema meni
Kreni
Kreni prema meni...

Kopam malo po ICQ kontaktima spremljenim na serveru i nađem ICQ brojeve tri bivše :)))

Nikako pobjeći od strašne prošlosti, vidim ja :)

Svima sve najbolje :)

Baš sam se lijepo proveo... Bio sam u Mochwari i dobro se naplesao :)

Manje od 4 sata prije dočeka otvorila se nova opcija i bit će realizirana - idem van, piti, plesati i sve to skupa :)

Uživajte :)

Koliko će ljudi dočekati Novu na Iskrici :)

Prije tjedan dana imao sam pet opcija za doček Nove godine. Sada, 24 sata prije ulaska u 2005, imam ih ravno nula.

Nije ni bitno, uostalom, ionako nemam što slaviti, no svejedno imam pravo na jednu želju i planiram je iskoristiti na najbolji mogući način - svim nametnicima, pijavicama životne energije, lažovima, licemjerima i općenito bijednim izgovorima za ljudska bića želim da im se sve vrati deseterostruko, s ogromnom kamatom.

To the despisers of the body will I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies and thus be dumb.

"Body am I, and soul," so saith the child. And why should one not speak like children?

But the awakened one, the knowing one, saith: "Body am I entirely, and nothing more; and soul is only the name of something in the body."

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

An instrument of thy body is also thy little sagacity, my brother, which thou callest "spirit" - a little instrument and plaything of thy big sagacity.

"Ego," sayest thou, and art proud of that word. But the greater thing, in which thou art unwilling to believe, is thy body with its big sagacity; it saith not "ego," but doeth it.

What the sense feeleth, what the spirit discerneth, hath never its end in itself. But sense and spirit would fain persuade thee that they are the end of all things: so vain are they.

Instruments and playthings are sense and spirit: behind them there is still the Self. The Self seeketh with the eyes of the senses, it hearkeneth also with the ears of the spirit.

Ever hearkeneth the Self, and seeketh; it compareth, mastereth, conquereth, and destroyeth. It ruleth, and is also the ego's ruler.

Behind thy thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, an unknown sage - it is called Self; it dwelleth in thy body, it is thy body.

There is more sagacity in thy body than in thy best wisdom. And who then knoweth why thy body requireth just thy best wisdom?

Thy Self laugheth at thine ego, and its proud prancings. "What are these prancings and flights of thought unto me?" it saith to itself. "A by-way to my purpose. I am the leading-string of the ego, and the prompter of its notions."

The Self saith unto the ego: "Feel pain!" And thereupon it suffereth, and thinketh how it may put an end thereto - and for that very purpose it is meant to think.

The Self saith unto the ego: "Feel pleasure!" Thereupon it rejoiceth, and thinketh how it may ofttimes rejoice - and for that very purpose it is meant to think.

To the despisers of the body will I speak a word. That they despise is caused by their esteem. What is it that created esteeming and despising and worth and will?

The creating Self created for itself esteeming and despising, it created for itself joy and woe. The creating body created for itself spirit, as a hand to its will.

Even in your folly and despising ye each serve your Self, ye despisers of the body. I tell you, your very Self wanteth to die, and turneth away from life.

No longer can your Self do that which it desireth most: create beyond itself. That is what it desireth most; that is all its fervour.

But it is now too late to do so: so your Self wisheth to succumb, ye despisers of the body.

To succumb - so wisheth your Self; and therefore have ye become despisers of the body. For ye can no longer create beyond yourselves.

And therefore are ye now angry with life and with the earth. And unconscious envy is in the sidelong look of your contempt.

I go not your way, ye despisers of the body! Ye are no bridges for me to the Superman!


(Sijem žito, Friedrich Nietzsche grahorica)

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