Pesnitev o drogah

[niqi]

POŽRU BI SMRT, POŽRU BI COKE,

POŽRU BI HORS, POŽRU BI ĐUS,

SE TI 2x ZMEŠA, TI TO NI DOST,

ONA HOČE SAM PROKLETO KAVO PA ČIK,

TI HOČEŠ SE ZNOVA IN ZNOVA BOST,

ONA HOČE TRAVCO,

TI ŽREŠ POŽIVILA, DOKLER NE JOKA SRCE,

AMPAK VEDNO ZNOVA,

KO ONA VIDI KAKO JEMLEŠ MAMILA,

NJEJ POČI SRCE,

ZAJEJ USE SVINJA, SAM DA TI DOGAJA,

MRTEV BOŠ PREJ,

NITI NE BOŠ OPAZIL, DA VEČ TI NE DOGAJA.

RABIŠ VEDNO VEČ, VEČ, VEČ, VEČ,

MOJ ČAS, MOJ SMEH, MOJA DRUŽBA,

OČITNO TI JE ODVEČ.

ADIJO...

ODLOČITEV JE TAKO ALI TAKO TVOJA,

ZAKAJ SE JAZ SPLOH SLEPIM?

V TVOJI LAŽI ŽIVIM.

 

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Mal sm razpizdena...

 

V kratkem napišem kej bl pozitivnega, sam to je namenjen eni osebi, ke očitno nima dost v glavi, pa mi ni useen zanjo...

Edited April 1, 2012 by niqi

[Adderal]

http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/threads/113022-i-just-wanna-get-fucked-up-p

 

I know what i want for christmas.

[niqi]

I.

Spranci! Odrodil

je krompir vodko nam prosojno,

ki nam odfuka mozak,

srce hitreje bije oko pijano sije,

ki obudi,

večino strasti,

v pijanih nočeh razvrat budi!

 

II.

Komu prvo lajno,

mefedrona, spranci č'mo narisat?

Droga v našo deželo,

Droga razširi se čez celi svet,

sprance vse,

kar nas je,

v nos mef in vse kar snifa se!

 

III.

LSD in oblaki,

vsak naj v svoj rod malo ga da,

svoboda za vse,

domovina naj končno varna je,

podzavest na plan,

in pamet v roke,

vsi na floor, naj trese se!

 

IV.

Peace, Love, Unity, Respect,

naj nazaj k nam se vrnejo,

otroci rejva,

vsi naj si v roke sežemo,

da oblast,

da MDMAju čast,

ko bliska in je muska ful na glas.

 

V.

Droga in ženske,

kokain tako polepša vas,

ni take je mladenke,

ki dozo koke v krvi ima,

naj kokain,

bo čim bolj klin,

da bo sex čim bolj zdrav!

 

VI.

Mladeniči, sedaj se horsa,

hora vaša, vi naš up,

ljubezen, fin produkt,

noben naj vam ne da v njega strup,

ker zdaj vas,

kakor nas,

komuna kliče, jebeš čast.

 

VII.

Žive naj vsi narodi,

ki hrepene po drogi,

da sonce in dobra meta,

prepir iz sveta bo pregnan,

za zalet,

in prelet,

utiša nas samo prelep razgled!

 

VIII.

Nazadnje še spranci,

kozarce konjaka dvignimo,

ker smo zato se zbrali,

ker v srcu cufa nas močno,

dokaj dni,

naj živi,

vse kar nas spranih je ljudi!

 

AVTOR NEZNAN

[Pantheon]

Lep zares je samski stan

sem lahko zapohan celi dan,

ko šteje fant zadosti let

se more mal zadet.

 

Pjan je bil že mnogokrat,

ne da se več mu pjančevat,

še predno sam joint skadi

takole govori.

 

A zdaj pa pojdem po vrhe

tja daleč pod Gorjance

in jih pripeljem čez gore,

čez tiste dolge klance.

 

Le za travco bije mi srce,

pa za nobeno drugo.

in đolica tam pod goro

mi sedla bo.

 

Bhang že kuhajo

fantje zbrani za vasjo

in pravijo da travca bo

direkt za v smotkico.

 

Kaj pač morem jaz za to

skadil bom pa čeprav uso,

saj dobil bom za darilo

najboljšo rožico.

.

Mal predelave na hitro

[Adderal]

yes siree,

 

i want a plateful - no, make that a bowful - nah, make it a BUCKETFUL of drugs. i want so many drugs that i don't know how i'll even begin to think about approaching doing them, and i want them NOW. i want to go horizontal, vertical, assymmetrical and intergalactical; i want to go up past up and down through down, i want to veer viciously across the psychedelic plains of inner existence, i want to feel the cosmic screams and hear the primal paeans, i want to rummage through my concious thoughts and extract every last particle of particular interest, and i want to do it all from my living room - NOW.

 

i don't give a fuck what needs doing, i just want to sit down and stuff my face chock full of psychoactive chemicals. i want to push the boundaries of conceptual thought, i want to lubricate the metaphorical and extrapolate the categorical proof of existence that constitutes all that we were, are and will ever be; i want to sit on a filthy warehouse floor coming up so fucking hard that i can't walk, i want to emerge blinking into the intangible unreality of a normal work-a-day sunshine, i want to feel each and every single nerve cell cluster tingling with an unholy emotion, i want to snort dirty drugs from clean mirrors until the cows come home and apologise for being out so late.

 

i want techno so hard it'll knock me right out, i want trance so uplifting it'll shoot my brain from a cannoning kick-drum straight into the depths of inner space, i want hard house so tough it'd tell the queen to fuck herself, and i want them playing at 1,000,000 dB whilst i blissfully trip and wistfully flick through all the thoughts and times i've ever shared.

 

i want to shiver and shake and twist and turn and burn and fall and make it all go straight to the highest point the culmination the manifestation the supreme alleviation of all fears, worries, stresses and hassles; i want to take apart each part of each amoebic sector of our incomprehensible galaxy, reassemble them into visions of the sheerest, shimmeringest beauty and spit out what's left for the next day's trip.

 

i want acid, amt, amphetamines, bongs, buttons, cannabis, crack, dmt, ecstacy, ghb, heroin, ketamine, mda, mdma, meth, nitrous, opium, pcp, pills, quaaludes, ritalin, spliffs, trips, and all the rest aplenty and alphabetically sent to me, and a room big enough to fit both me and this vast, vast quantity of drugs into. then, i want to sit til i can sit no more, then i want to smile and nod my head to a beat that *may or may not* be playing, smoke a cig the wrong way round, phone someone who doesn't do drugs by mistake cuz i'm so royally FUCKED, to meet and forget and excite and accept all those who cross my mashed-up path through the day-to-day drollery.

 

take me back and forth and here and there and everywhere that i can bear without a pause or a stop for breath without a second wasted yet i still can't see the point of it i still can't grasp what makes us tick i'm oh-so-close and yet-so-far away a why or who we are or where or how we make this journey on our own and who can tell where it will stop or how far to the ground we'll drop if our sure grip should start to slip if all we do is stare at it?

 

i want a plateful - no, make that a bowlful - nah, make it a BUCKETFUL of drugs. and i want them all...

 

 

 

NOW!!!!!!!

 

[catal]

A to je tvoja al zakaj si še enkrat nalepil?

[Adderal]

Ni moja, linkov večina ne gleda pomoje. morda bi mogu edit dat..

[Kaspar_Kasparov]

Zadnji sprehod z Lucijo

strgaj napol,
kakšne škarje brt,
mam zobe.

Sprehod,Ona spi;
nisi spal ze dva dni.
Jebeš kure glej te rože.
Vijolične slakovke.
Rumena oljčna repica
kamor koli upreš pogled.

Obujajoč spomine na eno prejšnih
noči.
Slišis sovo a ne veš ali iz gozda
ali iz tvojih na stežaj odprtih oken v dušo.

Živjo...
Mlada vaška deklina
spogleduje se z kolumbijci,
nemci so prepoceni in puščajo
dolgotrajne posledice.
Za vse bo plačal njen
fant od fare.

Mačističen ritem temačnih
elektronskih bobnov; 
enkrat ti njih enkrat oni tebe.

Na koncu ostane le še en Dobrovoljc
in tistih nekaj prevrnjenih barvnih sodov,
ki krojili so vzpon  velesile piva in klobas 
v poskočnih dvajsetih letih.

Pojdi domov in strgaj me na roke.
Spet govoriš iz malih možganov.