- We weep for a bird's cry, but not for a fish's blood. Blessed are those with a voice. If the dolls also had voices, they would have screamed, "I didn't want to become human." - Major Motoko Kusanagi

vite, on tendle klub byl puvodne zalozen z jineho duvodu. melo to byt neco o me, neco o tom, co jsem chtel vlastne nekomu rict. ale jakmile si ten klub booknula prvni osoba, presla me tadle idea a stalo se z toho .. neco.. jinyho. njn..

koukam z okna a zjistuju, venku zacina prset.. je 8 hodin vecer, stmiva se a prsi tam. idealni cas si dat nedelni prochazku.. vezmu batoh, do nej narvu maleho prince, na hlavu cepici, mikinu s kapuci a mp3 prehravac a vyrazim. posloucham prijemnej jazz nebo co to je od 9-lazy-9 a poctive moknu. jsem konecne kousek od miraku a vidim ve predu ten kramek s kvetinama, jak kolem nej chodis celkem casto.. je to teda spis obchod nez kramek. mno a tam takova ta pani, vypada celkem tmave, ale spis opalene nez jakoze od prirody.. a tak se na ni divas, jak mokne kdyz ty kvitka vsechny nosi dovnitr a stojis tam a ziras na ni, jak nosi kvetiny. a dostanes hroznou chut si jit k tem kvetinam cuchnout, chces si cichnout, jak voni. a taky bys ty pani rad pomohl. a tak se ty pani, kdyz zase vyjde ven pro ty kvitka, zeptas, zda nechce pomoc. reknes ji, ze mas moc rad kvetiny a ze bys sis k nim behem toho noseni treba pricichnul. pani ti rekne, ze nema zadne penize a ze mas jit pryc, jinak zavola policii. to ti na chvilku prijde smutny, ale hned pak si uvedomis, kde ses a ze na takove veci by ses nemel ptat. je to jako jedna z tech veci, kterou te mela ucit maminka, kdyz si byl jeste malej. nemluvit s cizimi lidmi, nebrat od nikoho bombony, s nikym nikam nechodit koho neznas a taky nikdy nepomahat kvetinarce uprostred prahy s kvetinama, kdyz prsi.

Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case
This one has a skull but it don't have a face
These look like the arms of father, so strong
And the ring on this finger means my Grandma is gone
Here's some legs in a cloud where my sister once played
Here's some mud made of blood and these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother
The hand of a friend
And I just can't put them back together again


http://pilsedu.cz/~x-only/06_-_Pick_Up_The_Bones.mp3

Přistoupil sem k zrcadlu, a podíval se do něj. Byl sem tam jen já. Chtělo se mi brečet.

She remembers the sunlight
And how the sky was so blue
It is a vision of another time
Another place
Another lifetime

She sat upon the rocks
And stared at the far shore
Knowing the castle held everything
And yet was somewhere she could never go

She was tired
The journey too long
The pain too intense
For her to face the next day
The next hour
The next minute
Without seeing his face one more time

Yet she knew that it would never be
Could never be
And the pain was too much for her to bear

It was simple
One more step
And then she could see him
One last time
That time that would last
For an eternity

She sighed
Dropped her shoulders
Clasped her hands upon her lap
And watched as time slipped past her

I call this book Feelings. I love feeling and will write a big book about it. There will be a description of my life in it. I do not want to publish this book after my death. I want to publish it now. "I am afraid for you because you are afraid for yourself. I want to say the truth. I do not want to hurt people. Perhaps you will be put in prison for writing this book. I will be with you because you love me. I cannot be silent. I must speak. I now you will not be put in prison; legally you have not commited an offence. If people want to judge you, you shall answer that everything you said is God`s word. Than they will put you into an asylum, and you will understand insane people. I want you to be put in prison or into an asylum. Dostoyevsky went to be gallows and therefore you also can go and sit somewhere. I know people who love is not dead and they will not allow you to be put anywhere. You will become as free as a bird when this book is published in many thousands of copies. I want to sign my name of Nijinsky - but my name is God. I love Nijinsky not asi Narcissus but as God." I love him, because he gave me life. I do not pay any compliments. I love him. He loves me because he knows my habits.
"Nijinsky has faults, but Nijinsky must be listened to because he speaks the words of God." I am Nijinsky. "I do not want Nijinsky to be hurt and therefore i will protect him. I am only afraid for him, because he is afraid for himself. I knew his strenght. He is good man. I am good God. I do not like Nijinsky when he is bad" I do not like God when He is bad. I am God, Nijinsky is God.

Well, you can buy your friends
But I'll hate you for free