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zvončica-predobra osoba, teški filozof, dobro slika, crta i izrađuje kipiće, moja sekica
gabriel-teški zajebant, pun adrenalina a opet totalno smiren, jebeno crta
misho-veliki emotivac, zajebant, često neshvaćen, jebeno crta
veki-teški zajeban, većinom jako dobre volje
megi-jako dobra osoba
azy-jako zanimljiva cura, koja voli crve (hehe)
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...:::vječno lutam ulicama tamnim:::...
billy
Dark Corner-Elizabeth Bathory
creature that kissed in cold mirrors
angels
Br34KiNg Th3 HabiT
Samo jedna je zvijezda što krasi ploču
Samo jedan je mjesec što pleše noću
ali tvoje su oči sjajnije od njih
Samo jedno je more što čuva dno
Samo jedna je zemlja što drži tlo
ali tvoje ruke su snažnije od njih
Samo jedno je sunce što grije dan
Samo jedna je vatra što sniva san
ali tvoje su usne toplije od njih
Samo jedno je savršenstvo
što sja u tvojim očima
Samo jedna ljubav
se skriva u beskrajnim noćima...
Opet me bilo uhvatilo nešto... Počela sam prelistavat stare dnevnike i svoju pjesmaricu..Te se tako sjetila svoga bloga.. doduše onog drugog, gdje sam pomalo počela objavljivat svoje pjesmice.
Ostala sam bez svog starog bloga 
Razlog sljedeći: neznam što je bilo prije ali dali su mi zamjesnku šifru za moj blog, koja je nakon mjenjanja kompa naravno nestala..
Ta šifra se nalazila na mom mailu (hotmail) koji su mi iz nepoznatog razloga zatvorili..
Naravno da samim poslala upit, i čak su mi odgovorili i dali mi ova sljedeća pitanja na koje sam trebala odgovoriti:
1. Your Windows Live ID
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Ja sam im se čak i udostojila odgovoriti na sve, koliko god moj engleski već bio pomalo loš, i koliko sam sam se sjećala odgovara na ta sva pitanja..
No međutim odgovor koji sam dobila je bio sljedeći:
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Tako da ću ipak nastaviti pisati na ovome...zasada pjesmice koje sam krnula na onome...
Arahna je bila mlada djevojka princeza iz Lidije, toliko nadarena tkalja da su ljudi dolazili izdaleka gledati kako ona tka i pri tomu se divili njezinim prekrasnim tkaninama.
Govorili su joj kako ju je sama božica Atena podučilla tkanju. (Atena je po grčkoj mitologiji naučila ljude umijeću tkanja) No, Arahna je prezrivo znala odgovarati da joj ni sama Atena ne bi bila dostojnom učiteljicom.
Nije dugo trebalo, a Arahnina hvalisanja dopru do božice Atene. Atena se preruši u pogrbljenu staricu i pojavi se pred Arahnom koja je tkala. U prvi mah Atena je bila ushićena umijećem djevojke, ali ju i upozori da ne bude umišljena i ohola.
Arahna ostane gluha na upozorenje starice, a onda odjednom Atena odbaci svoju krinku i pojavi se u svoj svojoj ljepoti i moći: - Budalasta djevojko! Neka ti se onda ispuni želja, sada ćeš se natjecati s božicom! Svim nazočnim zastane dah, a Arahna problijedi, ali bilo je kasno za povlačenje.
Natjecanje je započelo.
Arahna i Atena podjednako su vješto i ljupko tkale, a pod njihovim nježnim i spretnim prstima nastajale su tkanine od kojih je zastajao dah.
Atena je istkala predivne prizore koji su govorili o tomu kako ljudi trebaju štovati bogove (Posejdona sa Atenjanima), a Arahna je istkala prizore koji su bogove prikazivali s ljudskim, a ne božanskim osobinama (ismijavala je Zeusa i sve njegove ljubavnice).
Ovo toliko razbjesni Atenu ( jer je Atena bila Zeusova miljenica) da ona udari snažno Arahnu u čelo srdito rekavši: - Odsada do vijeka ti i tvoji potomci tkat čete bez prestanka i za ništa drugo nećete znati! –
Istog trenutka Arahna se počinje sužavati i smanjivati sve dok ne postane sitna poput zrna graška, njezini vitki prsti pretvore su u osam tananih nožica što hitro puzahu po zidu.
Atena je Arahnu pretvorila u pauka, a Arahna odmah stade tkati nježnu i prozračnu mrežu što pauci od tada, pa sve do dana današnjeg neprestano čine.
Atena je pretvorila Arahnu u životinju koju je najviše mrzila, i od tada se pauci nazivaju Archane.
Evo stvarno ne znam što bih vam više pisala...
Iskreno niti mi se ne da...
Trenutno sam kao u neko međuprostoru...
Završila sam školu i tražim posao...
Naravno ali posla nema...
Moram čekat godinu dana kako bi mogla upisati faks...
Ovo sivilo, i ova nervoza u Zagrebu me izluđuju...
Koliko god mogu bježim iz njega na selo...
Tamo je istina radno ali jebeno opuštajuće...
Neznam kuda bi sama sa sobom...
Sama sebi idem na živce kada se ulovim kako sjedim za kompom, tražim posao i neprestano šaljem ponude a nitko mi ne odgovara...
Sada i kada imam vremena izać van, ja ne idem...
S jedne strane jer kao nezaposlena osoba koja ima socijalni pokaz nemam love za izać van, a s druge strane ne da mi se...
Iskreno malo mi je pun kurac ljudi u Zagrebu... nitko ne može biti jednostavan..
Uvijek su prisutna nekakava nadmetanja, natjecanja, viša inteligencija i puka dosada...
Za razliku od moga Višnjevca...
Gdje su ljudi uvijek radni, jednostavni, ma koliko god bili umorni uvijek su spremni na zabavu i zajebanciju...
I nešto najvažnije nema sivila...
Istina dani su su isti, ujutro se radi pa sve do navečer kada se eventualno ode na pivu...(rekli su mi da treniram ispijanje Pana 
)
Ali nema ovoga sivila kao u Zagrebu...
Neznam kao da sam se zasitila života u gradu...
Da znam ima 18 godina, sada su najbolje godine za proživjet život, izludirat se...ali ne da mi se...
Evo i dalje tu sjedim beživotno za kompom, i idem krenut glumit kućanicu jer imam pun kurac posla, pošto mi je mama u bolnici....
ali isto tako jedva čekam sutrašnji dan kada ču opet zapilit u svoj Višnjevac...
I jedva čekam kada ču vdjet osobu koju sam očito polako počela čak i voljet...
Eto toliko od mene za sada, da ne stoji onaj post cijelo vrijeme...
kada dobijem neku inspiraciju napisat ću vam post...
A do tada posjetite moj drugi blog
evo i par linkova da mi pomognete postat bolji vampir odnosno vukodlak::
za vampira arahnia na s2
za vampira arachna na s1
za vukodlaka arachna na s3
Naravno pridružite se savezu vampira na s2 DeathShadows i vukodlaka na s3 PANDEMONIUM
Pusa svima,
Vrana
Bila je prekrasna noć. Tamna, crna noć, crna kao najdublja rupa u zemlji kojoj se ne vidi dno. Samo nekoliko svijetlih zvijezda sjalo je na noćnom nebu. A mjesec kao da se skrio. Samo tih par zvijezda tinjale su na nebu kao da su nečije duše koje još uvijek ne mogu pronaći svoj mir.
A ona je ležala tamo. Promatrao sam je iz daljine. Ali bio sam dovoljno blizu da mogu vidjeti kako mirno leži u polju. Njezina crna raspuštena kosa mrsila se sa travom koju je tek oprala nježna ruka večernje rose.
Ležala je tako mirno da bi čovjek pomislio kako u njoj nema ni kapi života. Ali bila je živa. Ona je sad bila sama i ispunjena. Ona je sada napokon bila sretna i čekala je vrijeme kada će ponovo biti slobodna.
Mirnu harmoniju prekinulo je tiho hodanje u blizini. Nešto se šuljalo u mraku a ja nisam mogao razaznati što je to. Ubrzo sam mogao vidjeti sjenu pored njenog tijela njen najbolji, vječni i vjerni prijatelj , pas Anima, sjeo je pokraj nje. Ona se nije pomaknula, još uvijek je sanjala o svojoj slobodi.
Nakon nekoliko minuta njene ruke su počele drhtati. Cijelo tijelo se počelo polako ali nekontrolirano tresti. Njene modro plave oči postale su crvene. Krvave suze su potekle iz očiju koje su sada sjale neviđenom blještavom svjetlošću.
Ona nije ni glas ispustila.
Anima je gromoglasno zalajao. Oko njega se stvorilo blještavilo i on je počeo zavijati. Počeo je zavijati kao vuk, jer Anima je sada i bio vuk. Mjesec se pokazao. Stajao je na sredini neba, kao gospodar svim zvijezdama i bio je znatno zanosniji i sjajniji od bilo koje zvijezde.
Anima se okrenuo prema njoj. Mjesec ju je cjelu obasjao i počeo je dizati sa polja. Ona je lebdjela na pola puta od zemlje do neba. Crna haljina se privila uz gornju stranu njezinog tijela a na drugoj je nestašno padala.
Anima je ponovo počeo zavijati i ona je nestala.
Gledao sam to sve u nevjerici. Pogledom sam je počeo tražiti ali ona je nestala. Nisam ju želio izgubiti. Bio sam sretan što sam ju mogao gledati iz daljine, kad je već nisam mogao imati.
Neka je silueta u taj tren stala iza mene. Osjetio sam da je netko nježno stavio ruku na moje rame. Okrenuo sam se polako i u strahu. Ona je sada stajala točno ispred mene.
Opet onako normalna, sa modro plavim očima. Zamahnula je svojom crnom kosom, privukla moje lice k sebi i lagano me svojim hladnim usnama poljubila u obraz. Ništa više nje bilo važno jer je ona sada bila tu. Snažno sam je zagrlio i privukao k sebi što sam bliže mogao. Bila je hladna i još uvijek je drhtala.
Pogledao sam u njene plave oči. Kako li je samo bila savršena. Približio sam se i poljubio je. Uzvratila mi je poljubac drhteći. Tada me poljubila u obraz. Polako mi je počela ljubiti vrat.
Jak i oštra bol prošla je mojim tijelom. Krv je vrvjela po cijelom mojem tijelu koje je nekontrolirano drhtalo. Ali ona više nije bila hladna. Njezinim tijelom strujala je moja toplina, moja krv...
Danas sam i ja samo još jedna zvijezda od brojnih što na nebu sjaje. Što tinjaju jer pokušavaju naći svoje duše i svoj mir...
EVO NASTAVKA...
I have already mentoined this mark. At first there was nothing strange about it. It was just a white mark. But slowly this mark grew and changed until it had the vlear shape of a terrible a horrible thing- I find it diffcult, here in my prison to write the word. It was the shape of the GALLOWS!!! Yea, those horrible wooden posts from which they hang men by rope aronund the neck!
As each day passed, my fear grew and grew. I a man a stron man had become afraid of a cat! Why was I so frightened so worried by a stupid animal? Day and night I could get no rest. I had a most terrible dreams and my mind turned to dark evil thoughts. I hated everything, everybody-and life itself.
One day my wife and I needed to get something from thecellar underneath the house. The cat followed us down the steps and threw itself in front of me. I almost fell on my face and mad wirh anger I took hold of an axe and tried to kill the animal. But my wife caught my arm to stope me, and then anger exploded in my mind. I turned and drove the axe deep into her head. She fel dead on the floor, without a sound.
After this horrible murder I calmly made plans to hide the body. I knew I couldn't take it out of the house, either by day or night, because the neighbours would see me. So I had to think of other ways… i could cut the body up into very small pieces and then burn them in a fire. I could hide and then ask someone to carry the box away… finally, I thought of a better idea. I decided to hide the body behind the walls of the cellar.
I knew imedietly which wall to chose. There was a wall ina cellar round the bottom of an old chimney, which was no loner used. This wall had bricks in the front and back but was empty in the middle. I started work at once. I took out some of the bricks from the front wall and carefully put the body against the back wall. Then i put back the bricks and covered them with plaster. I made sure that the plaster did not look new, and soon the wall looked just the same as al zhe other walls. When I had finished my work, I looked at the plaster. «I've never done a better piece of work!» I said to myself happily.
I then looked arounf for the cat, to kill it. It had brought too much unhappiness into my life, and so it, too, must now die. I looked for it everywhere, but it had disappeared. I was free at last! That night I had a deep peaceful sleep-I, who had just killed my wife, slept well!
Three days passed and still the cat didi not appear. I was now happy man, happier than I had been for a long time. I wasn't worried by what I had done. People had asked a few questions and the police had visited my house, but they had found nothing.
On the fourth day the police visited again and began to search the house.
They looked into all the rooms and then went down into the cellar. I went with them, feeling calm and safe. I wached them as they looked everywhere. They seemes quite happy that there was nothing there and they got ready to leave. I wa svery happy. I was sure that I was safe, but I wanted to say something just a word or two to show how unworried I was.
«Gentlemen» i said «I'm pleased that you've found nothing here, and that you are now leaving this house… but let me show you something, gentlemen. Do you see how well built this house is? These walls you will notice are very strong» as i said these word, I knocked on the wall with a stick. The wall where I had hidden my wofe!
At the moment we heard the sound. It was a strange sound, unlike anything I had ever heard before. The sound was soft as first, almost like bavy crying. Then it grew louder and louder and turned into one long endless scream. It was like a cry rising from Hell!
The policeman looked at me then at one other. They ran to the wall and started pulling out the bricks as fast as they could. In minutes the wall was down and there, for all to see, was the body of my dead wife. On top of her head, with a red, open mouth and one burning eye sat the black cat- the animal which had made me a murderer, and which would now send me to my death.
I had put the horrible thing into the wall, alive, with my wife!!!
THE BLACK CAT
I know you will not belive this story. Only a madman could hope that you would belive it-and I am not mad. But as I am going to die tomorrow, I would like totell my story to the world today. Perhaps some day, somebody more calm and less ewcitable than me, will be able to explain it.
I have always loved animals. I loved them deeply, from the very first day of my life. When I was young, we always had many animals in our house, so I used to spend most of my days playing with them and taking care of them. As the years passed, I grew into a quiet, gentle man and my love for animals grew too. I found that they were more friendly, more honest then most man. Animals were always my best friends.
I got married when I was quite young. Luckily, my wife loved animals too, and she used to buy me many animals as presents. In fact, our house was always fullof animals- we had birds, fish, a dog, chickens, and a cat.
This cat, whom we called Pluto aws a large big cat. He was a beautiful animal, and he was also very clever. I loved Pluto more than I loved all may other animals. I wnted to do everything for him myself, so I never let my wife take care of him. I used to play with him and give him his food, and he followed mw everwhere I went.
For several years Pluto and I were the best of friends, but during this time my life slowly changed. I became a heavy drinker, and my need for alcohol soonn grew into terrible disease. I was often angry and violent. I began to shout at my wife, and I even started to hit her. My animals. Too, felt the change in me. I stopped taking care of them and sometimes I was even cruel to them. But I was never cruel to Pluto. As time passed my disease grew worse, and soon even Pluto was not safe from my violence.
One night I arrived home late. I was very, very drunk. When Pluto saw me he tried to run away from me and this made me angry. I caught him by his neck and shook him. He in his fright, bit me on the hand. At once, a wild, terrible anger filled me and I could feel nothing except burning hate. Slowly I took a knife from my pocket, opened it, and then carefully cut out one of Pluto's eyes fro its socket. I shake today as I write these words down. Every time I remember that day, I still feel sadness and pain.
When I woke up next morning, I felt ashamed of what I had done. But this feelingnot strong enough to make me change my life. I continued to drink because it was too difficult for me to stop. Soon, I had forgotten what I had done.
As the months passed, Pluto got better. His empty eye socket still looked terrible, but at least he wasn't in pain any more. Not surprisinglyhe udes to run away from me when he saw me, frightened that I would hurt him again. At first I was sad to see him run away- an animal which had once loved me. Then I began to feel a little angry. There is something strange about the human heart. We humans seem to like hurting ourselves. Haven't we all, a hundred times, done something stupid or evil just because we know that we should not do it? It was because of this, this need to hurt myself, that I did this nwxt evil thing…
One morning I woke, found a rope and calmly tied it round Pluto's neck. Then I hung the poor animal from the tree and left it there to die. I cried as I did this terrible thing. My face was wet with tears and my heart was black and heavy. But I killed it. I killed it because I knew it had loved me, because it hadn't hurt me, even bacause I knew I was doing something terrible and wrong.
That same night we had a fire in our house. A was woken from my sleep by loud shouts of «Fire!» When I opened my eyes, I found that the fire had already reached the bedroom. My wife and I ran out of the house as fast as we could. Luckily we escape death, but the house and almost everything in was dstroyed.
The next day I went back into the house and saw several people standing in a group looking at the wall. It was the only wall af the house that was still standing after the fire. It was one of my bedroom walls the one where the head of my bed had rested. As I came nearer to the wall I heard someone say»How strange!» and another person «That'simpossible!» and then I saw it- a huge cat. Not a real cat, but the shape of a cat outlined in the white bedroom wall. It was as cleare as a picture. I could see a rope around the animal's neck.
I stood there in horror too frightened to move. Then, slowly, I thought back to the night before. I had left the cat hanging from a tree, in the garden at the back of my house. When a neighbourhad first noticed the fire many people had run into a garden. One of them had probably cut the cat from the tree and thrown it through my open window in order to wake me up. The cat's body had hit my bedroom wall and left its shape there, because the plaster on the wall was new and still soft.
Althought I thought that this was a very resonable explanation. The strange shape on the wall still worried me. I thought about the cat day and night. I began to feel sorry that i killed it. I started walking around the streets at night looking at all the cats, to see if I could find another one like Pluto.
One night, I was drinking in my favourite bar when I suddenly noticed a large, black cat. I went up to it and touched it. It was very large-as large as Pluto had been. It also looked very like Pluto. Execpt one thing, Pluto had been black all over, but this cat had a white mark on its front.
I thouched the cat and he immedietly lay down against my leg and seemed very friendly towards me. This, I decided, was the cat that I wanted. I offered the barman some money to buy the cat from him, but he said that the cat didn't belong to him. In fact, he had no idea where it had come from.
So I took the cat home, my wofe liked it immediatly, and it stayed whit us from that day. But soon-I do not know I began to hate it. I did not hurt it in any way but I always tried to keep as far away from it as possible.
I knew one reason why I hated this cat so much. On the morning after I had brought it home, I saw that. Like Pluto it had lost one of its eyes. My wife who was the kind, gentle person that I had once been only loved the cat more because of this. But the cat didn't like my wife. It loved me alone.
Ecery time I sat down, it used to jump onto my knees. When I went out of a room it used to run out in front of me and get between my feet, or climb up my legs. At these times I wnated to kill it. But I didn't because I was too afraid- afraid of a cat, and even more afraid of the white mark on its chest....
TO BE CONTINUED...
THE TELL-TALE HEART
It is true tahat I had been-and I am-very nervous, but do you relly think that I am mad? I could see and hear more clearly-not less, because of the disease. My hearing, more that anything, was excellent. I could hear all things, things in this world and thingh in heaven. I heard many thinghs in hel, too. So how can I be mad? See how clearly and calmly I can tell my story.
I cannot explain how idea first came into my head. But once I had thought of the idea, I colud not forget it. It had no reason to fo it. I was not angry. I loved the old man. He had never hurt me in any way. I didn't want his gold. I think it was his eye! Yws! He had a pale,blue eye, the eye of a vulture. Whenever I looked at it, my blood became cold; and so, very slowly, I decided to kill the old man and escape from the eye for ever.
You are thinking, I know, that I am mad. But madman are never clever. And see how clearly I prepared my plan! Every thay that week I was so kind to the old man! And every night of that week, at about midnight, I opened his door very, veryquitly. First I put my dark lantern through the opening of the door. The lantern was closed, and so no light came out of it, none at all. Then slowly, very slowly, I put my head inside the opening. I took sixty long minutes just to put my head inside. Would a amdman have worked so carefully? And when my head was inside the room, I opened the lantern carefully and a thin ray of light fell onto the vuluture eye. But the eye was always closed, so I could not do the work. You see, I did not hate the man; it was only the eye that I hated.
On the eight night I started opening the door even more carefully. I was feeling calm and strong. There I was, opening his door, and he did not even know that I was there!i almost laughed at the idea. And perhaps, at the moment, he heard me, because he suddenly movd in his bed. But I did not move away. I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, so I continued pushing iz open, slowly and quietly.
When my head was in the room, I tried to open the lantern but my thumb slipped and made a noise. Immediatly, the man sat up in bed and shouted, «Who's there?».
I said nothing.for an hour I just stood there, without moving, and he sat in his bed, listening. Then he made a soft noise, a noise which I recognized. It was the noise of terror, the terror of death. I knew the sound becuse I had made it myself, many times, in the deep of the night, when all the world was asleep. I felt sorry for the old man, but I laughed siletly. I knew tahat he had been awake since the first noise, and his fear had grown and grown. Death had enterd his room, and now the shadows of death lay all around him. He colud neither see me nor hear me, but he could feel my head inside his room.
I opened the lantern a little and a thinray of light fell on his eye. It was open, and as I looked at it, I became angry. I colud see it clearly, a horrible, pale blue eye that turned my blood cold. I could see nothing of the man's face or body, just his eye.
And then I heard the sound. Hadn't I told you that my hearing was excellent? I knew the sound. It was beating of the old man's heart. It grew louder and quicker. Yes, louder and louder with every minute. The old man's terror must have been very great. And now a new terror came to me- a neighbour might hear the noise of this beating heart! The old man's time had come!
I opened the lanter fully and ran into the room. He shouted once- but only one because I puled him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him. For many minutes the heart continued to beat, but then it stopped. The old man was dead. I put my hand on his heart and held it there for many minutes. There was no life in him at all. Now his eye would not trouble me again.
Perhaps you are still thinking that I am mad. You will not, when I tell you of the clever way I hide the body. Firt, I cut it into peaces. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three boards from the wooden floor, and hide the body underneath. Finally, I replaced the wooden boards with great care. Now no human eye- not even his-would see anything wrong. There was nothing to see-not even any body. A bowl had caught it all-ha!ha!
When I finished, it was four o'clock and it was still dark. There was knock at the front door. Calmly, because I knew I had nothing to fea, I opened the door. Three policeman came in. They had come because a neighbour had reported a loud shout coming from the house.
I welcomed the policeman and asked them to come in. I explained that it was I who had shouted, in a dream. The old man,I said, was away in the country. I took them round to the house and asked them to search it well. Then I took them to the old man's room and invited them to sit down and rest a while. Calmly, I put my own chair on the place where I had hidden his body.
The policeman seemed happy. They could see from the way I spoke that all was well. They continued talking, but I began to get tired. My head ached, and there was a ringing noise in my ears. I wanted the man to go away, but they continued to talk. The ringing became louder and clearer. And then I realized that the noise was not in my ears.
I became very pale, and starting talking more ludly. But the noise became louder too. What could I do? It was a low, soft sound, like the sound made by a watch when it is covered in cotton. I spoke more loudly. The noise became louder too. Why, oh why, didn't the man go away? I walked up and down the room. I became angry, I threw the chair onto the floor. But noise continued to grow louder, louder than every noise I made. And the man went talking and smiling. Was it posible that they hadn't heard terrible noise?no!no! they heard!they knew! They were only pretending that they hadn't heard the noise! I was sure of this-I still am- and I hated their smiling faces. I felt that I must scream or die! And now, again, the noise was louder, louder, louder!
«Stop!» I shouted. «Stop pretending that you cannot hear it! Yes, I did it! Pull up the floorboards here! Here, here!- it is the beating of his horible heart!»
Od pradavnih vremena ima izvještaja o vukodlacima koji preko dana žive kao ljudi među ljudima, a preko noći postaju krvoločne zvijeri u vučjem liku. Samo u Francuskoj registrirano je 30 000 slučajeva. Vukodlaci se javljaju već u klasičnoj grčkoj i rimskoj literaturi. Tako Herodot piše o narodu Neura čiji su se muškarci jedanput u godini na više dana pretvarali u vukove. Po drugim kazanjima ljudi su se pretvarali u vukove jer su se rugali bogovima.
U Francuskoj i Njemačkoj sudilo se u 15. i 16. stoljeću stotinama vukodlaka.
Gotovo 5000 ljudi došlo je 1489. godine u gradić Bedburg kod Kolna kako bi prisustvovali smaknuću vukodlaka Petera Stubba. U jednom letku Stubb je označen kao «nadasve odvratan čarobnjak» koji je u vučjem liku ubijao i davio mnogo ljudi i to više od 25 godina.
Stubba, snažnog drvosječu, lovci su uz pomoć čopora pasa okružili na jednoj čistini u šumi. Stubb se borio nadljudskom snagom, režeći poput divlje životinje i trčeći na sve četiri, sve dok ga nisu ulovili. U svom procesu govorio je o glasnicima vraga koji su mu dali pomast i pojas od vučjeg krzna te mu obećali da će ga štititi, dok će on « u liku životinje nanositi zlo muškarcima, ženama i djeci.»
Za sudove svezi s vragovima uvijek su imali veliku ulogu. Isto tako je i u slučaju petnaestogodišnjega dječaka beskućnika koji je 1602. godine trebao biti osuđen. U šumi ga je susreo crni vitez- i dao mu vučje krzno i pomast. U vučjem liku dječak je nakon toga otišao u lov zajedno s ostalim vukodlacima.
Pred sudom je utvrđeno da je dječak prilikom uhićenja trčao naokolo na sve četiri i pokazivao zube. Za tadašnje prilike veoma prosvijećen sud nije osudio petnaestogodišnjaka na smrt, nego ga je smjestio u samostan.
Bilo bi bolje da su mnogi od osuđenih smješteni u kakav samostan ili zdravstvenu ustanovu nego u zatvor. Jer radilo se najvećim djelom o bolesnim ljudima koji su bolovali od duševne bolesti likantrofije. Ljudi su većinom bili slaboumni, neki pod utjecajem droga koje su se dobivale od biljaka svi su bili uvjereni da se mogu preobražavati. I razvijali su zamamnu strast prema krvi i mesu. Tako su od ljudi nastajala čudovišta. A napadnuti su doista vjerovali da ih je napalo četveronožno stvorenje koje je režalo. Znanstvenici su utvrdili: «Pojedinici koje tjeraju i muče nagoni za koje oni priznaju da su neljudski, žele zbaciti ljudski lik koji im sprječava zadovoljenje. Postajući životinje mogu odbaciti duboko ukorijenjene tabue i bez osjećaja krivnje ili straha zadovoljiti sve neprirodne strasti koje tinjaju u njima. Za životinje ne vrijede ljudski tabui.»
Romula i Rema, utemeljitelje Rima, po legendi othranila je vučica. Otad neprestano kruže priče o djeci koju su u divljini odgojile životinjski roditelji. To nisu nikakve pobožne legende. Radi se čak o znanstveno provjerenim sudbinama.
Francuski antropolog Lucien Malson prikupio je i istražio izvještaje više od 60 slučajeva koji su registrirani od 1344.
Radi se većinom o djeci koji su odgojili vukovi. No ima majmuna i gazela koji su odgoji ljudsku djecu kao vlastitu.
Vučja djeca koju su našli su našli trčala su na sve četiri, uzimala samo sirovu hranu i imala jako razvijeno zubalo. Zašto su se životinje pobrinule za djecu, i dalje ostaje velika zagonetka.
Godine 1920. svećenik J.A.Singh u Midnaporeu u današnjem Bangladešu čuo je za dva manuš-baghasa, mala duha sa užarenim očima koji nisu bili ni ljudi ni životinje. Došli su iz šume u pratnji vučice i dodijavali stanovnicima sela. Singh je otkrio da se radi o ljudskoj djeci i odlučio sa stanovnicima sela raskopati vučju nastambu, napušteni mravinjak.
Kad su domoroci počeli kopati, iz jazbine su pobjegla dva odrasla vuka, ali vučica se režanjem javila ljudima, grebući prednjim šapama zemlju. Prije nego što je svećenik to mogao spriječiti, domoroci su strijelama ubili vučicu. Kad je mravinjak raskopan, unutra je ležalo dvoje djece i dva vuka tijesno priljubljeni jedni uz druge. Djeca su režala i grizla. I urlali su kad su vidjeli mrtvu vučicu. Odveli su ih u sirotište. Mlađe dijete živjelo je godinu dana. Stariji dječak je živio osam godina. Za to vrijeme naučio je povremeno hodati uspravno, jesti rukama i govoriti 30 engleskih riječi.
Kod djece koju su odgojile životinje, čini se da nema nikakvih problema prilagodbi. To pokazuje primjer mladunca gazele iz Sahare. Njega je otkrio istraživač Jean Claude Armen i opisao kao «vrlo živahna, tamnoga, očiju u obliku badema». Mladunac je odavao ugodan otvoren dojam. Ne tako mrzovoljno kao djeca koja su odrasla kod životinja koje su jele meso. Mladunče gazele bilo je staro oko deset godina. Zglobovi su mu bili pretjerano razvijeni. Trčao je spretno na sve četiri zajedno sa stadom, jeo travu i lišće. Ponašao se poput svih mladih gazela, skakao i skakutao uokolo te ćulio uši kad bi čuo kakav neobičan zvuk. Armen je stekao povjerenje mladunčeta gazele te je pri provjeri zuba ustanovio da je zubalo tako ravnomjerno kao što je to slučaj kod životinja koje jedu travu.
Jeane Claude Armen slaže se s ostalim znanstvenicima da su djeca pronađena kod životinja samo vrh ledenog brijega. Po njegovu mišljenju, ima mnogo stotina po šumama i savanama. Oni koje su pronašli umrli su rano i nisu mogli dati podatke o svojim sudbinama. Ali «djeca-životinje», bez obzira na to kod kojih su životinja odrasli, neosjetljiva su na vrućinu i hladnoći ili se glasaju poput životinja s kojima se sporazumijevaju u hordi ili stadu.
Odakle dolaze sva ta djeca i kako su došli do životinja, ne zna se. No vjerojatno se radilo o djeci koja su izgubljena.
Pa evo počelo je ovako…
Zapravo sam početak je i bio dobar…
Okupljanje pred školom počelo je u 9, dobro sva ekipa uspjela se čak i skupit do 10.
Lagano cuganje i zajebancija…
DJ-i su čak i ranije stigli i počeli polako s mjuzom…
Donijeli smo stolove i roštilj…
Uskoro smo se svi sakupili i počeli smo dijeliti papiriće jedni drugima na kojima je pisalo šta tko misli o kome… čak su nekima i suze potekle radi toga…
Sunce je zapržilo a mi tradicionalno smo započeli poljevanje vodom… ma fenomenalno i osvježavajuče… roštilj se pekao, mi cure smo slagale salatu i pripremale sve…
Muzika fenomenalna i ona tradicionalna stvar «svega će bit, al prijatelja neće, svega će bit al neće biti sreće…KAD SE PRIJATELJI RASTAJU»… slomila nas je…
Mogli ste samo vidjeti sliku svih nas zajedno zagrljenih, i svima od reda idu suze…
Koliko god smo se svađali i tukli, u tom trenutku takve stvari nisu postojale…
Ok…
Dogovor za dalje je bio takav da ne idemo na trg upravo zbog toga da ne upadnemo u neko sranje pa smo se i tako pokupili negdje oko 13h i krenuli polako iz škole…
Na Zvonimirovoj kako nije bilo tramvaja krenuli smo pehaka po pruzi…
Svi zajedno idemo, zviždimo, pjevamo… murija ide za nama, prati nas radi «sigurnosti» i zajebavamo se s njima…
OVO JE NAŠ DAN, I NITKO NAM NIŠTA NE MOŽE»!!!!!!
Kako li smo samo bili u krivu…
Kod skretanja za đamiju ovi naši murjaci su nas ostavili i preuzeli su drugi…
TO JE BIO NAŠ POČETAK KRAJA!
Naravno dernjava u tramvaju, zviždanje, pjevanje… taman na stanici prije trga, odnosno na stanici kod trga hrvatskih velikana, netko iz tramvaja se zaderao jebem vam mater svima…
Sljedeća scena…
Tramvaj se zaustavi, ja pušim na prozoru tramvaja, vidim samo kako se vrata otvaraju i kako dolazi interventna do tramvja i ulazi unutra…
Moj refleks, bacam cigaretu i vidim kako mi dva frenda iz razreda izvlače van…
Jedan je odmah dobio pendrekom po glavi, a nije ni zucnuo!
JEBEM IM MATER KRVAVU!!!!
Za njim odmah izvlače i drugog.. i bacaju ih obadvojicu na zid…
Vrata tramvaja se zatvaraju i on kreće dalje….
Poludili smo… počeli smo skakat, lupat, derat se, razbijat…i uspjeli smo zaustavit tramvaj i otvorit vrata i svi istrčat van…
U tome trenutku…
Dečko odgovori murjaku koji kurac me udaraš…
Sljedeča scena… plač, urlanje, jecanje, psovke na sve strane…
Murjak mu je spusto glavu i nabio ga koljenom , zatim ga počeo luđački mlatit pendrekom…
Strgao mu je nos i ruku….
Mi svi stojimo…i gledamo u njih… ne znaš šta napravit… svi smo izvadili mobitele i počeli slikat i zvat sve okolo…
Ali šta ti to vrijedi kad njih dvojica stoje tamo sa rukama na zidu a ti im ne možeš pomoć, jer ti drugi murjak dolazi i dere se na tebe da se makneš i da spremit taj mobitel… i da šta si mi umišljamo tko smo…
MA JEBEM VAM MATER PROKLETU!!!TKO STE VI DA SE USUĐUJETE TAKO POSTUPAT S TAKO REĆI JOŠ DJETETOM!!!
JEBEM TI TAKO SE NE POSTUPA NI SA NAJGORIM KRIMINALCEM!!!
Kasnije dolazi kombi…vidiš vrata se otvaraju i njih dvojicu uvode unutra, kao da su ubili nekoga…
Šta je najbolje od svega nisam vam izostavia niti jedan dio, ako mislite da su neko sranje njih dvojica napravili. Ponovit ću, interventna je zaustavila tramvaj jer su čuli «jebem vam mater», koje najvjerovatnije nije bilo ni namjenjeno njima… otvorili vrata i izčupali prvu dvojicu koju su dohvatili…njih dvojicu
Jebemu mater kad je to trebao biti jedan jedini dan u životu kad nam nitko ništa ne može! To je trebao biti naš dan!
Jebem ti takav život kad te svi uvijek jebu, starci, profesori, kasnije šefovi…
JEDAN JEDINI DAN U ŽIVOTU KOJI TREBA BITI SAMO TVOJ, NAĐE SE JEDAN USRANI DEBIL KOJI MISLI DA IMA OVLASTI SVOG SVIJETA, A U PRAVILU NEMA NIKAKVU SJEBE TI ČAK I TAJ JEDAN DAN!
PA PIČKA VAM MATERINA SVIMA!!!
Od malena nas starci uče da kad se izgubiš negdje ili nešto da se uvijek možeš obratit murjaku! MA KURAC MOJ MOŽEŠ! PRIJE ČE TI JEBENI PIJANAC POMOČ NEGO USRANI MURJAK! JER I PIJANAC JE BAREM ČOVJEK A OVI NISU LJUDI, OVO SE NEMOŽE NAZVATI LJUDIMA OVO JE GAMAD KAKVE NIGDJE NEMA!!!!!
Ma jebem im…
Ma ne mogu više… pa u pičku materinu dan prije sam s njih dvojicom sjedila zadnji dan kod profesorice i svi smo se molili da nam pokloni 2 da ne padnemo četvrtu godinu! I uspjeli smo.. uspjeli smo se izvući da ne padnemo..da idemo na popravni samo…
I zato smo slavili…i to je jedan od razloga…
I oni nam sjebu i to…