Birds flying high... you know what... you know what? You know shit!

Emir Zlatar
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قظيحت سري
"saša blagus"
"the more you hate me the more you will learn" -amphibian -hartman -"am hard"
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superjunak.blogger.ba
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And all of the above ones lead to The Dewd. The Dewd abides.

Do not seek the treasure.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
When the world slips you a Jeffrey, stroke the furry wall.
Don't eat the yellow snow.
Always look at the bright side of life.
Don't look back.
It's just the jump to the left and the step to the right.
Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything.
Walk down the right back alley in Sin City, and you can find anything.
Nobody expects the Spanish inquisition.
Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.
The whole fucking thing's about property.
It's a fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart.
If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.
The Dark Flame will not avail you, Flame of Udun.
You're no crazier than the average asshole out walkin' around on the streets and that's it.
Oxygen gets you high.
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
As soon as you lay your hands on a conversation to steer it, it's not a conversation anymore; it's a pitch.
The more you hate me the more you will learn.
An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero, and there's the alter ego.
There's a dark side to each and every human soul.

And...

So long and thanks for all the fish.

The Dewd Abides

 
 
 
hear ye
do not despair
it is
an oblivion
what you're
looking at
but
so what
gods used to be
envious of men
let us
once more
get back
to that
 
 
 
 

Danas nasa firma ima Christmas Party u jednom pubu u Astoriji, Queens. Atmosfera u kancelarijama je blagdanski uspavana. Ima se posla ali se odradjuje sto bi ovdje rekli "half-assed". Ja sam, na primjer pregledao portale koje citam, novine na Facebooku i u jednom trenutku se sjetio Bloggera pa onda Stat Countera; dugo nisam.
 
Vidim, netko je googlao Brand Mango i jedan od predlozenih rezultata je i OVAJ POST (LINK) od prije 6 godina. Zanimljiva razmisljanja u komentarima, pogotovo iz sadasnje perspektive, nakon vise od 3 ipo godine u New Yorku.
 
Ah well...

A homeless man, done with the rummaging inside a subway trash can, looked at me, circled around me couple of times, huge plastic bags full of loot in his hands, and finally exclaimed: "Brother, you look like Jesus! You look like Jesus Christ! Do you know that Jesus was white!? It says so in the scripture! You look like Jesus. He was white! You look like Jesus Christ!"
 
I just smiled and continued to read my magazine.

if only I could
reach
with my arm
through my mouth
into my gut
deep inside of me
I'd yank you
out of there
like a baby
alien
wouldn't think
twice
but
it's
all right

Achtung: Native

Pronadjoh, dakle, negdje u nekom prasnjavom kutku hard diska neku verziju Internet Explorera, samo da vidim kako izgledaju te reklame na bloggeru. Nista ja to, na Mozilli, zahvaljujuci Ad Block Plusu, ne vidim. Ni Bet and Win, ni Google Oglase, nista.
 

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.

So, as usual, I'm asking myself why bother (to write this, not to participate, mind you). Got a cool life, comfortable job, love where I'm livin', a couple of friends...  I dare to say that I'm pretty much happy about all of it. It's like, I don't need to worry about wall or any other street (except at certain areas in The Bronx and Brooklyn). But, I kinda want to put something out there, for, let's say (achtung: cheesiness!) old times sake.
 
So, there you have: shady business powers, crippled government and sleepy people. Orwell wrote in '84 that the power was in the proles. If only they would move, do something.

Why do I think this is not the movement that would "end capitalism"? Well, the proles were kept at peace by cheap beer and lottery. Today we have a tittytainment (google it, also google 20/80 society - this is nothing new), and the hope, the dream. Like I once said, Mr. Orwell intended for 84 to be a warning, not the inspiration. But that's not all.
 
What I believe is that this capitalist system that we have today is actually behaving like a live being. It has (a huge) appetite, it hungers, it can get sick, get mood swings, but most of all, it has a self preservation instinct. And you don't mess with it. The Matrix, anyone?
 
Well, to my mind those are some strong reasons. But they wouldn't matter at all without the main ingredient.
 
Any possible social system, whether it's a church, a prison, an utopian society of happiness for all or the heaven itself, it's eventually going to be fucked up because of human nature. So what would be the alternative to what we have now?
 
So, to you who want to fight the good battle, fight on, hope! I'm probably wrong. Maybe now is the moment.
 
Oh, remember this: http://dewd.blogger.ba/arhiva/2006/03/29/197656