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Off-topic => Lajaonica => Autor teme: Psajdak - 01. Srpanj, 2010., 21:28
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Topik o zagrobnom životu.
U zadnje sam vrijeme nešta previše sjeban oko svega toga.
Čemu kraj života?
A i sama ideja bestjelesnosti je zakurac - nemreš uživati u zemaljskim užicima, nego samo pjevat' i svirati harfe i s nebesa se smješkat' ovima što su ostali još na životu.
Ne znam, osobno ne vapim za životom na oblacima, osim ako nema svih osjetila.
Ah, izmislit' će nešta za besmrtnost, ili omogućit' prebacivanje umova na komp.
I da, na stranu to što nisam neki vjernik, ali zasigurno ne i ateist, nema jebene šanse da kraj ovog života i kraj svega.
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Ja sam nevjernik i smatram, tj. nadam se da ću kad ispustim dušu kroz nos osjetiti nešto poput vrlo snažnog orgazma koji je toliko snažan da će me ubiti.
I želim da me gologa zakopaju, bez ikakvih lijesova, kako bih mogao odmah oplemeniti zemlju svojim tvarima.
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ja sam otvorija ovakvu temu prije par miseci.
hah, neznam. kad se otkrije kako se može iz ničega stvorit nešto, sve će biti rješeno.
i ja sam se pita još jednu stvar. zašto sam ja baš ja? zašto baš gledam svijet baš kroz svoje oči iz prvog lica, zašto nisam neko drugo biće u cijelom univerzumu?
sad, mogući odgovori su
1. bog (pod to mislim na bilo što transcedentno) mi je da mene
2. svi smo mi svoj bog. - to ponovo vraća na početak tako da ništa od toga
3. ja sam bog. - mislim da je prva opcija izglednija.
ili jednostavno poslije života nema ničeg. to mi je glupo i ne želim u to vjerovati.
ili ako ima nečeg, ako ima duše, onda mi je najsmislenija reinkarnacija.
ili možda idemo tamo di mislimo da ćemo ići.
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sama ideja bestjelesnosti je zakurac
+1. zato biram vjerovat da je smrt kraj svega. više se cijeni život uz takvo vjerovanje.
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Smrt je vrhunac života - i svi imaju tu čast, prije ili kasnije
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Ja sam nevjernik i smatram, tj. nadam se da ću kad ispustim dušu kroz nos osjetiti nešto poput vrlo snažnog orgazma koji je toliko snažan da će me ubiti.
I želim da me gologa zakopaju, bez ikakvih lijesova, kako bih mogao odmah oplemeniti zemlju svojim tvarima.
hehe pošto si nevjernik, ti kad oplodiš zemlju i, npr, narasteš u drvo, uživaš u vjetru, i odjednom dođu drvosječe, sruše te, pretvore u papir, i na tebe isprintaju bibliju
( Dane Cook )
a u vezi smrti, sviđa mi se to kaj navodno dobijemo sve odgovore, al nije fora ak upadnem u raj i moram se molit tam
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:tired:
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"Smrt", nema samoglasnika :wildboy:
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da ima, bila bi prepametna. smArt. jej. :wildboy:
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Tako loša fora da je čak i dobra :hihi:
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r je ka pomoćni samoglasnik ako nema ovih primarnih.
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samoglasno r :hiha:
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kaj, crkneš, zakopaju te i postaneš gnojivo
nema tu romantike neke, neznam, jednostavno je :wildboy:
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Gledo sam te sinoć. U snu. Tužan. Mrtvu.
U dvorani kobnoj, u idili cvijeća,
Na visokom odru, u agoniji svijeća,
Gotov da ti predam život kao žrtvu.
Nisam plako. Nisam. Zapanjen sam stao
U dvorani kobnoj, punoj smrti krasne,
Sumnjajući da su tamne oči jasne
Odakle mi nekad bolji život sjao.
Sve baš, sve je mrtvo: oči dah i ruke,
Sve što očajanjem htjedoh da oživim
U slijepoj stravi i u strasti muke,
U dvorani kobnoj, mislima u sivim.
Samo kosa tvoja još je bila živa,
Pa mi reče: — Miruj! U smrti se sniva.
:wildboy:
Sad će doć onaj debil i reći da je to pjesma od Hladnog Piva :tired:
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napokon nešto pametno i od wekisse :ementaler: matoš <3
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ja ne želim živjet više
:wildboy: :wildboy: :wildboy:
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w h auden aaaw <3
sad si me podsjetio na profesoricu iz engleskog koja nas je bombardirala poezijom <3 fawi mi ;( rip
šalim se, nije mrtva, ali ono, SMRT ;((((
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
<3<3<3
nije smrtna ali volim <3
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In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)
Shall arise and seek
For her maker meek;
And in the desart wild
Become a garden mild.
In the southern clime,
Where the summer’s prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
Seven summers old
Lovely Lyca told;
She had wander’d long
Hearing wild birds’ song.
“Sweet sleep, come to me
Underneath this tree.
Do father, mother weep,
Where can Lyca sleep?
“Lost in desart wild
Is your little child.
How can Lyca sleep
If her mother weep?
“If her heart does ake
Then let Lyca wake;
If my mother sleep,
Lyca shall not weep.
“Frowning, frowning night,
O’er this desart bright
Let thy moon arise
While I close my eyes.”
Sleeping Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
View’d the maid asleep.
The kingly lion stood
And the virgin view’d,
Then he gamboll’d round
O’er the hollow’d ground.
Leopards, tygers, play
Round her as she lay,
While the lion old
Bow’d his mane of gold.
And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck
From his eyes of flame
Ruby tears there came;
While the lioness
Loos’d her slender dress,
And naked they convey’d
To caves the sleeping maid.
</3
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Molim ban za dvije osobe iznad. ;)
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Words don't come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I love You?
Words don't come easy
Words don't come easy to me
This is the only way for me to say I love You
words don't come easy
Well, I'm just a music man
Melodies are so far my best friend
But my words are coming out wrong
Girl, I reveal my heart to you and
Hope that you believe it's true cause
Words don't come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I love You?
Words don't come easy
This is just a simple song
That I've made for you on my own
There's no hidden meaning you know when I
When I say I love you honey!
Please believe I really do cause
Words don't come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I love You?
Words don't come easy
It isn't easy words don't come easy
Words don't come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I love You?
Words don't come easy
Words don't come easy to me
This is the only way for me to say I love You
words don't come easy
words don't come easy.
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VADITE ME VAN
VADITE IZ OVE KOŽE
UNIŠTIT ĆU SAN...
JER ON SAMNOM SVAŠTA MOŽE
NEKAD SIJAMSKI BLIZANCI
SAD SMO NA POPRAVNOM ĐACI
TKO ĆE PROĆ, A TKO PAST GODINU
UUUUUUU...
AJAJAJAJAJAJ
ČUJEM ZOVEŠ ME, NEKA NEKA
AJAJAJAJAJAJ
ODGOVARA, JEKA JEKA
NEMA SLIKE NEMA TONA
NEMA BRATE VIŠE JA IL ONA
BILA BI NAM LIJEPA BEBA
MOJE OČI A NA TEBE CIJELA
PA DA IZ KOLICA, VIRE CRTE TVOGA LICA
ZA TAKVE KAO TI
JA SAM UVJEK LAKA META
NAKAČIM SE NA
NEKOG ZGODNOG PROBISVJETA..
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ave :hiha:
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to sam sad morao slušat, učinilo mi se prigodnim, osobito stih:
MOJE OČI A NA TEBE CIJELA
PA DA IZ KOLICA, VIRE CRTE TVOGA LICA
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(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4p72unEMA1qzbn4do1_500.jpg)
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I am Catholic, and personally, I believe there is a God. Even after watching a lot of scientific shows, or reading about it, especially after knowing about the scientific nature of the universe, I cannot exactly believe how people can say that there is no Supreme being to have made a grand design. I know what Scientists say, but it is my personal belief.
Religion on the other hand is a different issue. In my opinion, it is an establishment built by humans, maybe with pure intentions during the start but had it extremely corrupted eventually. I also believe that most religions believe in one God, be it Muslim, Christian or Jew. It is just subject to different interpretation, by humans in fact and therefore is prone to error.
I am not saying one religion is more correct than the other. Because what is ingrained in a person when he was growing up, will be believed as the truth, like the truth during aristotle's time was that the earth is flat or it was the sun that revolves around the earth.
U detalje me opisalo.