Monday, November 12, 2007

Abstract

Maybe it is because "I don`t understand that"
and maybe that really rises from perpetual knurd I`m usually blamed for,
but when I find myself in conditions of listening people mull over past events

- of the "faceless trivia"category -

with irrefutable love that they don`t give even to their firstborn,
and all I see is just light stroll through the past,
microcosm of history,

rummaging through old closet full of Nostalgia`s pungent stench, reekage far more potent than dampness and mustiness,

I really cannot think of what to say
because we all know for a longest time that occurences are always more beautiful
looked upon backward from safe distances
or distant safety,
and they still go and act delighted
intoxicated
and
overweening
like morons that do not see that their infatuation with "then" is destroying their life now.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Proslavimo BlogDay 2007! - Let`s celebrate BlogDay 2007!

Blog Day 2007

http://www.blogday.org/



Dakle, eto mog izbora 5 blogova koje posjećujem i želim preporučiti u ovoj proslavi "globalizacije razmišljanja".

So, this is my selection of 5 blogs I visit and wish to recommend in this "thinking globalization" celebration.

VONNEGUT`S ASSHOLE
Totalni genijalac, bivši i sadašnji urednik svega i svačega, od Playboya do biografija porno-zvijezda. Lucidan i duhovit, a još uvijek pristupačan i dobar.

Complete genious, former and present writter and/or editor of everything and anything, from Playboy magazine to porn star biographies. Lucid and funny yet still approachable and nice.

YARN Boy
Blog muškarca koji štrika, a još uvijek muževnog. Čini se dragim bićem, a radovi su mu za ne vjerovati.

Blog by male knitter who managed to hold on to his virility. Seems like a nice person and you wouldn`t believe what kind of things he knitts.

NAĐOH, A NE TRAŽIH
Okeco za tipfelere i razne budalaštine uglavnom u tisku lijepe naše.

Go-to person for typographic and other various atrocities mostly in Croatian printed media.

POVLAČENJE ZA JEZIK
Poučno štivo. Stranica posvećena svim jezičnim teroristima, ma gdje bili.

Instructive reading. Site dedicated to all lingual terrorists, whereever they are.

KALOFAGAS - IN PURSUIT OF DELICIOUS FOODS
Hrana...Hraaana.... kaaaaakva hraaaanaaaaa!!!

Food...Foooood...and what kind of fooood!!!

Thursday, July 5, 2007

So this is me?


You are The Star


Hope, expectation, Bright promises.


The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised


The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Nerve Zero

Light. Smoke. Murmur. Glasses tinkling. Distance.


Our gazes meet in the mirror.

Over somebody`s shoulder she follows my gaze sliding down her back in open back dress and slowly moves her naked leg through dress slit as if she was checking out her heel.

I remove sugar crystals from glass rim with my finger and put the finger in my mouth, licking them off.

Her pupils dilate.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Red Moon

We`re lying in hammock strapped between two trees. I `m scratching her forearm with my fingertips and her head is resting on my naked chest.

Night breeze blows away the smell of fervor.

- Our garden. - she says.

- Our garden. - I repeat and then deeply, deeply, into even the farthest alveoli breathe in the musky scent of her hair.

- I have to go home. - she whispers.

- I know.

Blood moon hangs from the horizon.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Gift

With inner side od my upper lip I enjoyed rhytmic waves and by slight tip of my thongue touches I pushed them across that fine line dividing perfect from uncomparable. I felt her ancle ramming between my shoulder-blades, and weight of her honey-bowl decreasing in my palms as she purred her way closer to my lips.

Sheet rubber-band gave in under the strain and sheet swished through the air revealing naked mattress with loud "Ping!". For the moment room was encased in silence completed only with my last moist kiss to her crotch.

She relaxed, absent-mindedly running fingers through my hair.

- 40 or 42?

I rolled over to the side and placed my head on her thigh.

- 42 up, 40 down.

- Height?

- Pelvic ring.

- Hmmm... shallow.

- Shallow. For maximum tanning use - I laughed and caught her inner thigh with my teeth.

She giggled and sqiurmed - It tickles!

- Immnou. Ornamental or decorative?

- Ornamental.

- That`s what I thought. It sounds...

- ... better. More texture-like. Tangible.

- That`s it.

I got up on my hands and knees and, with touches to her thigh curve, navel and breast with my nose, pattered to her head.

- My thanks. - I said, lowering myself on top of her.

Reaching behind the pilow in search of my lost glasses she fished them from oblivion, placed them gently, circumnavigating the ears, back onto my face and lifting my chin with her palm she raised into a kiss.

- Greatest thanks. - she giggled.

- It`ll be easyer for me to overwork myself now. - I said.

- That`s what I thought, too.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

So, how am I today?

I love this feeling of not having to live up to anyone`s expectations. Including mine.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Lisp

She tiptoed from darkness, gracefull as a cat. Light from the monitor reflected ih her eyes.

-Thinking?

Without looking up, with semicircular lower leg motion I swept her of her feet and into my arms, entrapping her in my lap with one arm, licking her from clavicle to the ear, and carresing her flat stomach and erect nipples with the other arm.

- You know I am. - I said, permitting myself slight, crooked smile.

She removed my glasses and placed them ih her hair.

- You work too much. - she said, nibbling my shoulder.

- I`ll take a break for you.

- Lwnng brrwk.

- What have we said about talking with our mouth full?

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Missdirected tolerance?

One of my acquaintances is in a hospital.
He was in a terrible car accident.
Both of his arms are broken.
So are both of his legs.
He has several broken ribs and various lacerations all over his body.
It`s fair to say he managed to escape death by an inch.

If I wasn`t exercising my tolerance these days I would be utterly disgusted.


His terrible accident was his way of escaping responsibility for trashing his wife within an inch of her death in front of their two kids.

I would say this one is more fitted for disgust than tolerance.