BANC :D

nu.. nu voi spune c e un banc d pesti eventual.. ci voi spune cel mai neinteresant banc ever... un banc care iti va ocupa 15 min din viatza ta fara a te face macar sa razi, ci din contra iti va provoca furie :))
so here it goes:

intr`o zi , pitic se plimba cu mashina prin orash ( nu ma intrebati cine e pitic pentru ca nu stiu de ce lam ales tocmai pe el), intre timp el da peste pitic-pitic (nu ma intrebati cine e pitic-pitic pentru ca nu stiu de ce lam ales tocmai pe el) si ii zice: "mai pitic-pitic c faci? vii cu mine la o tura cu masina prin orash?" la care pitic-pitic ii zice: "bine ma coaie vin!"
si uite asha pitic cu pitic-pitic se plimbau prin orash cu mashina cand dau peste pitic-pitic-pitic (nu ma intrebati cine e pitic-pitic-pitic pentru ca nu stiu de ce lam ales tocmai pe el) urla ei din mashina la pitic-pitic-pitic: " bay pitic-pitic-pitic ce faci? vii la o tura cu pitic si cu pitic-pitic?"
la care pitic-pitic-pitic zice: "bine ma coaie vin!"
si uite asha pornira la drum pitic, cu pitic-pitic, cu pititc-pitic-pitic, cand il vad pe pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic din mashina. Urla la el: "baaay pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic (nu ma intrebati cine e pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic pentru ca nu stiu de ce lam ales tocmai pe el) ce faci? vii la o tura cu pitic, pitic-pitic, si cu pitic-pitic-pitic?" la care pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic zice: "bine ba vin!
si uite asha pornira la drum pitic, pitic-pitic, si cu pitic-pitic-pitic si pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic, iar dupa 5 minute il intalnesc pe uriash. urla ajtia mici din mashina: " baay uriash vii cu pitic, pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic, si cu pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic la o plimbare? la care uriashu: "bine ba viin!"
si uite asha pornira la drum pitic, pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic si cu uriash cand dupa 2 minute dau peste uriash-uriash. Urla la el din mashina: " baaay uriash-uriash vii la o plimbare cu pitic, pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic si cu uriash?" la care uriash-uriash: "da coaie viin!"
si uite asha pornira la drum inca o data pitic, pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic, uriash si cu uriash-uriash cand .. din inatmplare dau peste uriash-uriash-uriash. tipa shi la el din mashina: "baaay uriash-uriash-uriash! vii cu pitic, pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic, uriash si cu uriash-uriash la o plimbare?" la care sta se gandeste.. si apoi uriash-uriash-uriash spune: " da maa viin!"
si uite asha pornira la drum pitic, pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic, uriash , uriash-uriash, uriash-uriash-uriash si cu uriash-uriash-uriash-uriash ... cand din greseala masina cu pitic, pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic, pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic, uriash, uriash-uriash, uriash-uriash-uriash si cu uriash-uriash-uriash-uriash cade intr`o prapastie!
uriash-uriash-uriash-uriash moare, uriash-uriash-uriash moare, uriash-uriash moare, uriash moare shi el, pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic-pitic moare, pitic-pitic-pitic moare, pitic-pitic moare si el dar totushi ...

PITIC supravietuieste!!!

DE CE ? PENTRU CA AVEA ADIDASHI NIKE :))

The Fight

What does it mean and where does it come from?
An Essay:
Homosapien. A man. He is alone in the universe. A punker. Still a man. He is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive. Now. Complications. A reason to fight. Somebody different. Difference creates dispute. Dispute is a reason to fight. Now, to fight is a reason to feel pain. Life is pain. So to fight with reason is to be alive with reason. Final analysis: To fight, a reason to live. Problems and Contradictions: I am an anarchist. I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos. And when we slam in the pit a show it is. But when we fight for a reason, like rednecks, there's a system, we fight for what we stand for, chaos. Fighting is a structure, fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting. The circle goes like this: our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals, even freedom. But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy. This contradiction was becoming clear to me in the fall of '85. Even as early as my first party, "Why did I love to fight?" I framed it, but still, I don't understand it. It goes against my beliefs as a true anarchist. But there it was. Competition, fighting, capitalism, government, THE SYSTEM. That's what we did. It's what we always did. Rednecks kicked the shit out of punks, punks kicked the shit out of mods, mods kicked the shit out of skinheads, skinheads took out the heavy metal guys, and the heavy metal guys beat the living shit out of new wavers and the new wavers did nothing. What was the point? Final summation? None.