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by Plok » Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:30 am
zato jer je stalker
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending
Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.

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by Plok » Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:31 am
Dolazi Mujo kući poslije posla, traži Fatu po cijeloj kući da mu da ručak i nađe je tek u spavaćoj sobi golu na krevetu. Mujo se zbuni i upita Fatu:
- Šta je, bona, šta ležiš gola na krevetu?
Fata slegne ramenima i reče:
- Pa kad nemam što da obučem ....
Mujo poludi, otvori ormar i krene:
- Nemaš? Nemaš? Evo ti crna haljina, žuta haljina, zelena haljina, đe's komšija!, plava haljina ...
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending
Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.

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by Plok » Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:33 am
ae
postam jos ak nađem kaj pametnog
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending
Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.

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by Plok » Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:36 am
Pijan čovjek obrati se ženi u tramvaju:
"Gospođo, u životu nisam vidio ružniju ženu od vas".
"Ni ja nisam vidjela pijaniju svinju od vas!", uvrijeđeno mu odvrati dama.
"To je istina, gospođo, ali mene će to držati samo do ujutro".
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending
Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.

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