The restaurant at the end of the multiverse

Aricija se izbrisala. Koga ću ja sad zajebavati ovdje na Iskrici? :(

Pričao sam sinoć malo s frendicom na ICQ-u. Pred nešto manje od dva mjeseca prekinula je s dečkom (sporazumno i obostrano), a u međuvremenu je već imala jednog rebound-dečka i eto sad jednog "pravog". Ponekad mi se čini da sam jedini koji nakon prekida bar u idućih pola godine ne pokazuje nikakav interes za nove veze... No dobro, četiri mjeseca su mi prošla (iako ovo zadnje nije ni bila veza :)), možda bih nagodinu mogao pokušati opet.

I'm on a high, I'm on a high
there's nothing more to it.
We are the sea and the sky
and the blue that runs through it, yeah.

and there are some who say there are so many things I need
so I run or I fight and I crawl or I scream and I bleed
I bleed, I bleed

well, it's a lie it's a lie - don't you believe it.
if you're fine then you're fine - it's all how you see it.
oh, there never will be no conspiracy of happiness.

I'm on a high I'm on a high
and there's nothing more to it
I have the sun, it's a star
why should I refuse it

and there are so many reasons I could give you why I should be down
there's not enough money or time and my love you're not around
around, around

but it's a lie it's a lie - don't you believe it.
if you're fine then you're fine - it's all how you see it.
oh, there never will be no conspiracy of happiness.

you're alive you're alive - how else could you hear me?
you are fine, you are fine - there's nothing worth fearing
'cause there never will be no conspiracy of happiness

I'm on a high, on a high
we are the sea and the sky
I'm on a high, on a high
I'm on a high

It's a lie, It's a lie don't you believe it
'Cause I've tried and I've tried, and I can't really see it
Yeah, I'm trapped inside my conspiracy of happiness
said I was yours, you were mine but I didn't really mean it
and I lied and I lied
and I wish you hadn't seen it
'cause I'm trapped inside my conspiracy of happiness
I'm on a high, on a high, there's nothing more to it, yeah.

T'was just a garden in the rain
Close to a little leafy lane
A touch of color 'neath skies of gray
The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds
The blossoms raised their leafy heads
A perfumed thank you
They seemed to say

Surely here was charm beyond
Compare to view
Maybe it was just that
I was there with you

T'was just a garden in the rain
But then the sun came out again
And sent us happily on our way

Bavi li se netko (uspješno) AP-om i koju tehniku koristi?

Whereas breakbeats have been the missing link
connecting the diasporic community
to its drum woven past
Whereas the quantised drum has allowed
the whirling mathematicians
to calculate the ever changing distance
between rock and stardom

Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl,
cross-faded,
spun backwards,
and re-released at the same given moment
of recorded history,
yet at a different moment in time's continuum
has allowed history to catch up with the present

We do hereby declare reality unkempt
by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, 'keep it real',
especially when punctuating
or anticipating modes of ultra-violence
inflicted psychologically
or physically
or depicting an unchanging rule of events
will hence forth be seen as retro-active
and not representative
of the individually determined is

Furthermore, as determined
by the collective consciousness
of this state of being and the lessened distance
between thought patterns
and their secular manifestations,
the role of men as listening receptacles
is to be increased by a number no less
than 70 percent
of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.

Motherfuckers better realize,
now is the time to self-actualize
We have found evidence
that hip-hop's standard 85 rpm
when increased by a number
at least half the rate of its standard
or decreased at 1/2 of its speed
may be a determining factor
in heightening consciousness.

Studies show that when a given norm is changed
in the face of the unchanging,
the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.

Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with season

Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon
has encouraged scholars
to erase the centers of periods,
thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect
Reject mediocrity!

Your current frequencies of understanding
outweigh that which as been given for you to understand.
The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent
restricted to the diet of an infant.
The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional
and deformative symptoms
and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce
and crushed pears
Light years are interchangeable
with years of living in darkness.
The role of darkness is not to be seen as,
or equated with, Ignorance,
but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.

Thus, in the name of:
ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON,
HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN, LENNON, KHALO,
KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE,
WHITMAN, BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA,
GHANDI, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA, MEDUSA,
GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER,
TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY, DAVIS, COLTRANE,
MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE,
RACHMANINOV, ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY,
HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON, MARY, ISIS,
THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS,
NEFERTITI, LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN,
OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR LITTLE GIRLS,
HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY,
COSBY, SHAKUR,
THOSE STILL AFLAMED,
AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED

We claim the present
as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.
We are unraveling our navels
so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness,
we trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone
Our music is our alchemy
We stand as the manifested equivalent
of 3 buckets of water
and a hand full of minerals,
thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down
supply the percussion factor of forever.
If you must count to keep the beat then count.
Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.
Curve you circles counterclockwise
Use your cipher to decipher,
Coded Language,
man made laws.
Climb waterfalls and trees,
commune with nature, snakes and bees.
Let your children name themselves
and claim themselves as the new day
for today we are determined
to be the channelers of these changing frequencies
into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama,
photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.
We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.
Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference.
Every per-son as beings of sound
to acknowledge their responsibility
to uplift the consciousness
of the entire f**king World.
Any utterance will be un-aimed,
will be disclaimed - two rappers slain
Any utterance will be un-aimed,
will be disclaimed - two rappers slain

Mica je zdrava :) Opet trči, skače, pada, grebe, mijauče, jede, prede i spava :)

Gledao ih je kroz rupicu u zidu koju je pažljivo izbušio kad Nje nije bilo kod kuće. Točno na kauč, onaj preko kojega ih je prošlo već mnogo: mlađih, starijih, mekših, tvrđih, plavuša, brineta, zrelih, nevinih. Njen je današnji Ulov bio poseban, usplahiren poput srne koja je ostala bez majke. Naravno, Ona će joj večeras biti i majka i otac, Ulov će biti tatina curica.

Njena je tamna kosa sjajila pod mekanom svjetlošću (Bože, da mu se zaplesti u nju...). Ulov je nosio kečke. Bilo mu je možda dvadesetak godina; Ona je bila starija i iskusnija, odlučna da ju nauči
drhtati. A bila je ukočena, nervozna, sve bi dala za bar jedan dim cigarete. U očima joj se iskrilo, nervozno je grizla donju usnicu, stiskala noge
nervozno ih prebacujući jednu preko druge. Ona ju je polizala preko usana, nježno, ali odlučno. Bila je slatka. Morala je biti. Bez aspartama, samo
prirodno. Nenašminkana. Pasivno se opirala kad joj je Ona krenula prema grudima. Znatiželja je željela uzvratiti dodir, instinktivno, bilo joj je zabranjeno. I još slađe. Skinula joj je majicu, bradavice Ulova bile su savršeno okrugle, savršeno nabrekle, savršeno sjele među Njene zube. Uzdasi. Ruke u kosi. Noge više nisu bile prebačene jedna preko druge, širile su se, Ona je pripomogla. Zavukla joj je ruku među bedra, uzdisala je, izvukla je van mokru i ljepljivu. Između kažiprsta i srednjeg prsta bljesnula je svilena nit, završila na bradavici, bila polizana. Soba je
zamirisala po želji.

Ona se skidala iznad Ulova, izvijala se poput jeftine plesačice oko šipke hladnog zraka koja je polako nestajala na vrućini. Kapnulo je s nje. Ulov je još jače grizao donju usnicu, nesvjesno
podižući torzo u zadanom ritmu; Ona je svirala. Bedra su je previše mamila, kleknula je i zavukla se među njih. Njena okrugla guza pružala je savršen pogled, formirao se biser. Bio je dovoljan samo Njen vruć dah da Ulov lagano podigne koljena. Smočila je svoju ruku, pomalo je nasilnički gurnula Ulovu pred usta. Da mu je samo biti taj jezik... Uhvatile su zajednički ritam lizanja,
sisanja, grickanja, izvijanja, širenja i
podizanja, plesale lambada-valcer.

Svršio je zajedno s njima, bez da se dotakao, bez da je primijetio. Samo je osjetio toplinu i srušio se, izgubivši svu snagu u nogama.

Moja mica junior je bolesna, jučer je skoro cijeli dan prospavala, a kaže stara da je po noći lagano cvilila...

Kakav imam okus?

Tko će sa mnom ići gledati "Povratak"? :)))

If you think you're psyhic, then maybe you are...

(Laughing Buddha - posuđeno iz ST)

Čuo sam da ima neki dobar ruski film u kinima, ali nemam pojma kako se zove i gdje igra. Prosvijetlite me - evo, neću čak ni tražiti društvo za kino ovaj put :D

(Prije nego što vam mrak padne na oči, to nije ONAJ tekst koji se tu pojavi svaka dva dana - ovaj je odličan, pročitajte ga!)

Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are
from Venus"? Well, here's a prime example offered by an
English professor at an American University.

"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story.

The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person
sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write
the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the
first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the
story. The first person will then add a third
paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to
re-read what has been written each time in order to
keep the story coherent There is to be absolutely NO
talking and anything you wish to say must be written
on the paper. The story is over when both agree a
conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my English
students: Rebecca -last name deleted, and Gary
- last name deleted.

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STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea
she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her
favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her
too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times,
that he liked chamomile But she felt she must now, at
all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness
was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much
her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was
out of the question.

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(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of
the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had
more important things to think about than the neuroses
of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with
whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago.
"A.S. Harris to Geostation 17, he said into his transgalactic
communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so
far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam
flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo
bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out
of his seat and across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but
not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically
brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon
afterwards,
Earth stopped its pointless hostilities
towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her
newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and
bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her
youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and
carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to
distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all
the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose
one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered
wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10
seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city,
the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion
missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral
Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth
a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who
were determined to destroy the human race. Within two
hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian
ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough
firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one
to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical
plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the
atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret
Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off
the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive
explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85
million other Americans The President slammed his
fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this!
I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of
the sky!"

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(rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature.
My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate
adolescent.

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(gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic
whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent
of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I
have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such
an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

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(rebecca)

Asshole.

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(gary)

Bitch.

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(rebecca)

Wanker.

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(gary)

slut.

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(rebecca)

Get f*cked.

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(gary)

Eat sh*t.

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(rebecca)

F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

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(teacher)

A+ - I really liked this one.

S (iz?) lijeve obrve iščupao sam dlaku dvostruko dužu od ostalih.

Hm.