
How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
Modern girls always have to go
Old-fashioned men always want a mistress
Modern girls always get their way
Modern men dream of what they can’t say
Right? Right? Right? Right? Right?
I don’t belong
The sweet parade the morning brings
The drifters wearing angel wings
The hard distorted hymns they sing
So sad the night is over
Cili dan pišem prolog, barem ideju prologa, stavljam pred sebe nekakvu temu, ali puštam misli da se same formiraju u rečenice. Ja ću ih samo prepisivat iz glave. Za temu sam nekako postiga konsenzus sa samim sobom; rast! Nešto što svi prolazimo iz dana u dan, sa svakim malim dijalogom u koji se upustimo. Nekad je to nagli, bolni rast, gubitak koordinacije, nešto ka da preko lita narasteš 10 cm. Međutim, uglavnom je to polagani rast, suptilne mijene mišljenja, osjećaja i/ili senzornih doživljaja. I tako mi rastemo, a niti ne primjetimo, samo su mi najednom gaće prekratke.
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autor: DonTravolta, 18/06/2021
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Modern girls always have to go
Old-fashioned men always want a mistress
Modern girls always get their way
Modern men dream of what they can’t say
Right? Right? Right? Right? Right?
I don’t belong

Here’s to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph

Do you have any crimes that
We can use to pass the time, I am
Running out of drugs to try
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