Zdravo srećo, ugušiću te.
Nabiću ti glavu pod vodu,
jer te mrzim.
Što si došla?
Zbog čega li si ovde?
Hello, happiness, I will suffocate you.
I dunk your head below water,
Because I hate you.
You’re not real.
Why did you come around?
What are you here for?
This is a good idea, but I am not 100% sure if I executed it the way I wanted to. It’s probably offensive to half of the planet, in addition to all that, and for the first and probably only time in the Wrong Star series, dealing with multiple open wounds that have not healed Read on
This is a little story on:
– Things you might not have anymore and you’re not sure how much time you have…you’ve seen something else slip away from you and yesterday your worst nightmare occurred to someone else.
– Things that might never be yours, but if that’s of any concern at some point in time, Read on
This was somewhat inspired by a rather plain children’s story that appeared in one of my Russian language exercise books sometime in 1993. There were two little boys, one of whom was called Vovka and they were, in their imagination, flying to the moon, as always. There was a girl named Lenka who was, as Read on
Last night, I was sleepy, but it was not quite the time to go to sleep, so I was trying to keep myself awake by talking to two friends, one of whom was also super-sleepy and writing down random words that look nice together. That’s how I came up with “silvergreen”, solely to figure out Read on
Broke the Wrong Star canon and mixed WS and non-fiction. OK, reality. As usual, no clean explanation and absolutely what-the-hell. Written on the bus and on a park bench by the lake. Gonna fix the typos and Serbian text when I’m home.- FIXED! Enjoying the day at the lake with my friend Marija and her Read on
Just another Wrong Star idea. Probably also has something to do with telling Steva the other day how it’s weird when four middle-aged men sing Soap On The Rope. Obviously, that inspired only the title, but god forbid, the rest has nothing to do with it. It was written within 3 minutes last night when Read on
Just wrote this. It’s a rough draft of what I suddenly had on my mind in a totally..well, wrong place. I thought about a new series, with a limited number of fragments, the title of which would also be a piece of poetry. And each line of the title piece would represent a title of Read on
A combination of a sentence that I had on my mind for a while, something I wrote in July 2010 and some totally new mental images. Unlike Drowned Kitten and Skeleton Of A Poor Little Umbrella which were excursions to the present time nightmares and hopelessness, this is pure Wrong Star.
Pogledam li vreme, opet je Read on
Know the first hit single by The Beautiful South? The song about a guy who has a bunch of affairs so he would have something to write about? Yeah, good for him, but what it’s like if you’re on the other side of things?
If you’re on the other side of things,your friends know that you’re Read on