A mood experiment – partly successful

I used Raining Light Bokeh Pack of textures created by my ever-so-talented acquaintance , Jane to breathe some life into two photos taken during the very depressing month of April 2009 (half of which was spent visiting dad in the hospital after a heavy stroke). I think they still look depressing.

Conclusion? They might Read on

Osveta / Revenge

This is probably a trilogy with His mother, a cloud and The only red apple…though I think I’ll be writing more about the subject. This p..m directly continues onto the one called “Pluto” I wrote in August 2006, upon hearing that Pluto’s no longer a planet.
Osveta
Oduzeli ste mi prava, ubiću vas!
Pa nije podzemni svet Read on

Right Here, Waiting For You

An hour ago, I went out to get my daily supply of Pepsi Max and lollipops (Johan Cruyff, I am going to beat your record…and I didn’t even have to be a smoker for that) and I spotted an ad all over the neighborhood. Turns out my best childhood friend’s 14-year-old cat has gone missing Read on

Njegova majka, oblak / His mother, a cloud

This one is slightly similar to the previous one, let’s say that there’s more initial and less long-term horror and that I spun back 41 years in time from the previous one to write it…going back to the days when my parents were four and five years old and when most of the people I Read on

Jedina crvena jabuka / The Only Red Apple

PMDD is getting the best of me these days, causing swellings, enormous eating binges, temporary depression and rants out of control. There are a couple of people whom I avoid because they could cause me a total…I shall not use that word in this entry, it would be offensive. So, that’s why I have not Read on

Gricka mi se juče / Craving Yesterday

In one week’s time, if I don’t go all weird from remembering it, I’ll try to tell you a story, the way great Umberto Ecco once did, leaving out the actual plot, only describing the characters, before and after (for example, his take on Red Ridinghood sounds like some sort of a soap opera excerpt, Read on

Nikad svoja / Never On Your Own

A little p.. I wrote last night. Before anyone accuses me of misogyny, the character in question is not a human being.
Nikad svoja
Sav med koji ćeš proćerdati,
sva vrata koja će se zatvoriti,
sva krv koju ćeš okusiti…glupačo!
Glupačo.
Glupačo.
Ne pružaj ruku.
Pogledaj levo.
Pogledaj desno.
Ne uzimaj prstenje.
Budi sama.
Sve klice koje će uvenuti,
svi snovi koji će izgoreti,
sve rane koje će se Read on

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