Iva is me

Today is the 08th of May. I always think of it as the date one of my elementary and high school friends was born and at the same time, in the same hour, the day a crazy Canadian daredevil finished his guest appearance on this planet. So, it’s somewhat suitable that this daredevilish p..m is [...]

This was inspired by Fantasia, Showgirls and the first thing that happened in 2010. It’s probably going into the Wrong Star sarcobucket. The title implies that there’s a continuation. It’s not about anyone I know in particular, it’s about one of the strangest practices from my point of view.
The strange motifs from the first verse [...]

This one is not a part of the Wrong Star series, despite the mention of the colour black and despite some p..ms from the Wrong Star series dealing with the same event of no major significance to anyone but me. Many of the p..ms I’ve written in 2009 and a couple of p..ms I’ve written [...]

I can’t sleep. It’s one of the most exhausting days of the entire year, St. George’s day, and I should sleep, but I can’t. I am thinking of how I went to four different places eight years ago, ate four huge meals and then almost yelled for help all night long. I am thinking of [...]

I thought I’d have the whole body of work for the Wrong Star series complete by the 26th of April. I never said which year, though; despite the non-opportunist in me wanting to avoid the one in 2011, no matter what. I wanted to offer a provisoral book to download, like, last Monday. And then [...]

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Nikad nema kraja, nikad nema kraja,
jednostavno nema kraja.
Kad sve deluje kao prava linija,
stiže još i još krivina.
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kao večnost,
239.
239,
239,
Možda nikad,
239.
Dvadesetčetiri hiljade godina.
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It never ends, it never ends,
It just never ends.
Just when it looks like a straight line
There are more and more bends.
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239,
Like forever,
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239,
239,
It could be never,
239.
Twenty-four thousand years.

Many thanks to Pavel for inspiration. Since I have no friends named Pavel, this is confusing. And I enjoy that.
Tako mi se plavo svetlo
Tako mi se plavo svetlo
prolama kroz sve kapilare
i ubija i poslednji tračak duše
kad se setim svega.
Plava bajka, slična plavoj grobnici,
samo davi na potpuno drugi način,
kako se sve u trenutku promenilo!
Tako mi se [...]

Since my writing isn’t modern, I tried to give it a spin. Now it’s very hip.
Ae Ae Oe Oe
Nisam bogzna šta,
i šta ja tu mogu,
ko mi je kriv,
konzervativno vaspitanje!!!!
(Aha, malo sutra…)
Ne mogu da
ondže ispod spondže,
knjuka preko kljutka.
Ae, ae…oe, oe!
Ne mogu da
gruzma do trugzma,
mrbnja kako drbnja.
Ae, ae…oe, oe!
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Ae Ae Oe Oe
I am not special
Nothing I can [...]

This one is meant to be the epilogue of the Wrong Star series and, obviously, it’s what the whole series was named after. While the imaginary story is pretty straightforward and gives one of the meanings to the whole thing; the rest of it, as usual, is left for the reader to figure out.
The nonsense [...]

Gee, look at the calendar and look at the clock. This is the right time for the half-assed prologue of the whole series. It’s full of toddler-like observations and it touches the other stories only once. I assume this is how I would’ve been writing had I had a broader vocabulary at a certain age. [...]