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JK asked: "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww! What did they call such young people in Goethe's Germany?"

Acidheads, Jack, they called them acidheads...

napokon da i Pike nešto razumljivo napiše! :)))))

Goriš ko lomača na pragu novog doba i vijes nam nosiš sjajnu...bajnu?...hmmm...nekakvu već :)

*t (korisnica je jutros malo disgrafična)

ko, ja? majok, Kero. mislim... ne kerouan, nego, jelte, onaj... Kerouac ;D

pa nek mu bude, nek je dah s povišenom temperaturom kad nije na krovu dimnjačar s državnom maturom... o bože, tek da dovrši pečatno ovo lutanje međ birokratima koji ne haju... :DD hej, ide mi ovo! :D

Prst u zraku i proročki glas. Koji ti je vrag jutros!? :D

ma uvik sam taki, samo sam sad ostal brez medikamenata nešto... :D