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by Plok » Thu May 30, 2013 2:47 am
baci ga krop prozor
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 Denis. » Thu May 30, 2013 2:52 am
Dr. Mirtachu wrote:vidiš recimo denise nisi prvi koji me to danas pitao al samo sam se nasnifala dima od šibica jer sam spalila cijelu kutiju u tramvaju...
mora da me samo pubertet poceo pucat.
Bože sveti, pa ti si opća opasnost za cijeli grad, kaj da si spalila tramvaj?

ak te tiješ ja sam maloprije pokušao razbiti prozor, bacajuči balon u njega. Moja istraživanja su dokazala da je to nemoguće i da mi je previše dosadno.

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by Denis. » Thu May 30, 2013 2:56 am
Dr. Mirtachu wrote:pa sam ju zapalim, ugasim i udisem dim *0* neka teta me čudno gledala...
*slusa Toxic od Britney Spears*
da to je ok ne boli me duša mi stabla i biljke smo si u rodu.
Meni je goran bare susjed, koji je tvoj izgovor?

Meni je taj miris.. neutralan. al se fiksam drugim mirisima, miris benzina, ljepila... ahh

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by Plok » Thu May 30, 2013 2:56 am
pff ovaj jos na ljepilu
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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