Saturday, December 11, 2010

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Cvilizacija

...ili cvilivizacija, kako Vam drago...

Monday, August 2, 2010

Dare to disobey




http://soundcloud.com/dekode/dekode-live-beat-bones-radio-show

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Fensterladen

Fensterladen

Schlafen
Traume
Schwarz
Nacht
Über
Straße
Über
Stadt
Schwarz
Schwarz
Schwarz
Schwarz

Nacht
nicht

Fenster
offen
Windwurf
Wörter
da unten
(mein) Blut
da unten
(mein) Schlamassel
Tot
rot
Tot
rot

und zurück

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Melasa ili meskalin

Skoro vec zaboravljena, izgubljena u slojevima proslih dogadjaja zabelezenih fotoaparatom, fotografija koja je jednostavno morala biti ukepcerovana, a razlog je.. pa.. see it for yourself..

Ovakve stvari videti na TiViju, jos u emisiji za siroke narodne mase, neverovatno je.
(mozda ne gledam tv dovoljno?)

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Otisla je moja ljubav







Moj mali bejbe,bejbe,
bebak bebelak
pukica...


Kako najrodjeniji mogu da te povrede, niko ne moze.....

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Friday, May 28, 2010

Monday, May 24, 2010

Friday, January 29, 2010

A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal

A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America
confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself
the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled.


One night in a coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him,
"go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I
have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there;
you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night.

Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the
lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate."


He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was frequently
interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the
plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join

the pipes and other trash he was sitting on.
He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He
worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him.

His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his
faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people
walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting
there was. The second replied "Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is
a shithead."
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.



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Principia Discordia - wikipedia

The Principia Discordia - text