Blatobrani su mi se uspavali / My Splashboards Have Fallen Asleep

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Haven't been to Nowhereland in quite a while. To my understanding, the real-life Nowhereland is currently off limits to mere mortals. It was good while it lasted, I guess. So, Ana is revisiting January Black after having spent some time wondering what the Little Bad Wolf and everyone else are doing. She ends up not telling him anything and once again, taking pride in...what exactly?

The additional punctuation is there to make the entire thing even more confusing; so is denying of both sides of the spectrum.

Blatobrani su mi se uspavali

Sedim ovde, zaspala sam od dosade u Pravomgradu,
imao si jednu odande; i iz one moje rupe,
oni prave veliki prijem na terasi,
gde će drugde, pobogu, terasa je klasa,
a ja bih da budem na našem krovu u Gradu,
ne dopada mi se ovde.
Oni imaju novca, oni imaju ovoga i onoga,
a mi imamo podrum sa nepresušnom energijom
i to ne znači ono što ti misliš da znači,
ti ni ne znaš šta imamo!
No, i dalje imaš svoj motorkolač.

Neki ljudi su mnogo ružni,
no ružniji su kad su s tobom.
Znaš valjda na šta mislim?
Ma, znaš na šta mislim.

I sad okrećem pedale unazad ka Nigdezemlji,
videla sam Malog zlog vuka sa potpuno belim krznom,
uvek je belo, naravno, jer belo je klasa,
a ja bih volela da te dovučem na tu terasu.
Ne volim vukove.
Imamo ih previše ovde kod nas, velika stvar!
I to nisu oni za koje misliš da jesu,
ti ni ne znaš ko su oni!
No, i dalje imaš svoj motorkolač.

Neki ljudi su mnogo ružni,
no ružniji su kad nisu s tobom.
Znaš valjda na šta mislim?
Ma, znaš na šta mislim.

Zašto si uopšte došao baš ovamo?
Da li si hteo da materijalizuješ svoj ekvatorski nos?
Ili je to možda nos od jedne svetlosne godine?
U međuvremenu, zamisli,
stvari su se promenile i možeš ga dobiti i na drugom mestu.
A tamo imaš i more, koga ovde nikad nije bilo.

Vratila sam se ovamo i već zaboravila sve što sam videla.
Vratila sam se ovamo i blatobrani su mi se uspavali.
Više volim da čistim: prazne sobe; da budu cakum-pakum.
Više volim da čistim: ono što nikad neće biti čisto; tebe.
Eh...

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My Splashboards Have Fallen Asleep

And I'm sitting here, bored to death in the Realcity,
You had one from here; also from that hole of mine,
They're having a large reception on a terrace
It's always a terrace, terraces are classy.
And I would like to be on our roof in the City.
I don't like it here.
They have money, they have this and that.
We have a basement with perpetual energy
And that's not what you think it is.
You don't even know what we have!
But you still have your motorcake.

Some people are really ugly,
But they're uglier around you,
Know what that means?
You know what that means!

And I'm now biking backwards to Nowhereland,
I saw Little Bad Wolf with his fur all white,
It's always white, white is so classy,
And I would like to get you to that terrace.
I don't like wolves.
We have too many of them in our place, big deal!
And they're not those you think they are.
You don't even know who they are!
But you still have your motorcake.

Some people are really ugly,
But they're uglier away from you,
Know what that means?
You know what that means!

Why did you come here, actually?
Did you want to materialise your equator nose?
or was it a lightyear nose?
In the meantime, imagine that,
Things changed and it's possible to get it elsewhere, too.
They have the sea too, we never had it here.

I'm back here and I already forgot all I've seen,
I'm back here and my splashboards have fallen asleep,
I prefer to clean: the empty rooms; keep them tidy.
I prefer to clean: what will never be clean; you.
Eh...

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