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This is strange. I just went for a walk with two awesome people: a friend I’ve had for quite a while and a new and a very interesting one. And we passed by an old man selling flowers. He literally threw himself in my face, persuing me to buy a bonnet. His explanation was that flowers are like strawberries. Minutes later, we stumbled upon a very stupid ad for a bank, featuring a hamster. The rest just got mixed up, it’s a whirlpool of things we’ve been mentioning throughout the night. I ended up writing it all on a McDonald’s

I’m not sure what is this. The last poem I wrote in the first half of 2011 had a bicycle in it and I didn’t know why. Since then, they’ve grown mechanical, though there’s absolutely nothing mechanical about this month. In fact, the first half of 2011 could’ve been described as mechanical in many aspects.
Berbazupčanika
A da poberem zupčanike sa svog sirotog drveta,
dok još nisu sazreli i počeli da me lupaju po glavi?
Ima da ih gazim, u ritmu koji ne umem da pratim.
To je sve što ću ikad biti – ona što beži.
A da sačekam da ti nesrećni zupčanici sazru i

We all have tough times growing up. If your growing up is somewhat belated, perhaps you’ll end up being pulled out of some childhood stereotypes by someone who’s in their 30s. Perhaps they’ll be right about some things and horribly wrong about some others, due to having double standards. They might go as far as to censor your emotional outbursts in public places, which is right, but a torture at the same time. They might give you instructions on how to behave around a specific person. They might be paranoid every now and then.
This is for someone of such kind.