"There is a place where the hideous can be beautiful, where the malformed find grace, where strangeness is not shunned but celebrated."
"Bog bira izabranog, a heroj sam sebe..."
Filip Feti Dautovic
We're all neophytes in love. None of us have the tools, or the weapons, or the resources. Prepared as we think we are, we're defeated. We here have been brutalized with loss. It has made us brutal in return. There is no going back from this moment. Fear not old prophecies. We defy them. We make our own heaven and our own hell.
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Deset ljutih gusara
došlo u moj krevet,
jedan pao s kreveta
ostalo ih devet.
Devet ljutih gusara
još ne znaju ko sam,
jednog sam uspavao
ostalo ih osam.
Osam ljutih gusara,
ja ih oštro gledam,
jedan pao u nesvest
ostalo ih sedam.
Sedam ljutih gusara
pobeglo na brest
jedan pao na glavu
ostalo ih šest.
Šest ljutih gusara
zbrisalo u svet,
jedan se izgubio,
ostalo ih?
Pet ljutih gusara lete ko leptiri, jedan pao u bunar ostalo ih četiri. Gle četiri gusara, bes u njima vri, jedan puko od muke, ostalo ih tri. Tri ljuta gusara, a protiv njih ja, jednog sam zviznuo, ostala su dva. Dva ljuta gusara, a pogled im ledan, jedan se okliznuo, još ostao jedan. Jedan ljuti gusar postao je medan, prosto se istopio, ostao nijedan. U svakom pogledu, prosla me je strava, sad je sve u redu, moze da se pava....
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