Pank je mrtav...

Yes that's right, punk is dead, It's just another cheap product for the consumers head.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Recenzije - maj, jun

KNJIGE

Virdzinija Vulf - Izmedju cinova (Svetovi, Novi Sad, 1991)


Virdzinija Vulf je gospodarica Vremena. Pisanjem, ona omedjuje svoje knjizevne likove kretanjima svesti, dematerijalizacijom sveta, spajanjem Proslosti i Sadasnjosti u Trenutak koji pocinje uvodnim i zavrsava se poslednjim recima knjige - snaznim recima - dajuci konacni oblik svim stranicama prethodno ispisanim, na momente haoticnim, preterano rasplinutim, ali i prelepim, produhovljenim, cistim... Radnja knjige nema za svoju osnovu dramatican dogadjaj ili neocekivani zaplet - radi se o predstavi koja se tradicionalno odrzava sest-sedam godina na imanju jedne engleske, aristokratske porodice i medjuljudskim odnosima koji se preplicu izmedju cinova.

"Izmedju cinova" je knjiga objavljena posthumno, nakon Virdzinijog samoubistva, zavrsena neposredno pre njene smrti. Dva puta je ona pokusala da se ubije pre toga. Iza sebe je ostavila poruku, tako blisku sopstvenom stilu pisanja:

"Najdrazi, uverena sam da ponovo gubim razum. Osecam da ne mozemo da prodjemo kroz jos jedan od ovih strasnih perioda. Ovog puta se necu oporaviti. Pocinjem da cujem glasove i ne mogu da se skoncentrisem. Zato cu uraditi ono sto deluje kao najbolja stvar koja moze da se uradi. Ti si mi pruzio najvecu mogucu srecu. Ti si u svakom pogledu bio sve sto neko moze da bude. Ne verujem da je dvoje ljudi moglo da bude srecnije, sve dok se nije pojavila ova uzasna bolest. Ne mogu vise da se borim s tim, znam da ti unistavam zivot, mada bi bez mene mogao da radis. I znam da hoces. Vise ne mogu cak ni ovo da napisem kako treba. Ne mogu da citam. ..."

Nemam nameru da iznosim mnogo biografskih podataka o Virdziniji (potrazite na Wikipediji) samo cu da spomenem da je jos jedan vazan aspekt njenog zivota bio socijalisticki/feministicki aktivizam.

Zaista prelepo pise.

Misel Fuko - Nenormalni (Svetovi, Novi Sad, 2001)

Poststrukturalizam, postmodernizam, dekonstrukcije diskursa, sta sve nece dokoni ljudi izmisliti... Ova Fukoova knjiga nije njegovo zvanicno pisano izdanje, vec predstavlja skup predavanja odrzanih 1974 - 1975. godine, na Kolaz de Fransu. Uzbudljivo mi je bilo pratiti na pocetku tok njegovih reci - snazan um koji pleni sirinom i britkoscu - neki bi to nazvali pad u jeres opcinjenosti znanjem.
U zapisanom ciklusu predavanja Fuko se posvetio analizi nastanka danasnjeg pojma "nenormalni" i nalazi tri njegova korena - 1)ljudsko cudoviste , 2)pobunjenik, 3)onanista. Analizu pojma "ljudskog cudovista" zapocinje analizom razvoja psihijatrijskog vestacenja, odnosa priblizavanja izmedju Suda kao zakonodavne vlasti, te Psihijatrije kao institucije koja vremenom zadobija moc da se uvuce u sve pore zivota, neopravdano propisujuci kriterijume normalnosti (vise o ovome u tekstu o antipsihijatriji). Koristi primere iz sudske prakse, kada su donosene presude u granicnim situacijama - kako suditi hermafroditima koji se odluce za drugu polnu ulogu, na primer. Analizi "pobunjenika" koga treba popraviti Fuko u ovom skupu predavanja toliko ne posvecuje paznju, sto se ne moze reci za pojam deteta "onaniste". Analizirajuci odnos ranog hriscanstva prema telesnosti, dolazi do zakljucka da, istorijskim razvojem formiran hriscanski pojam "puti", vremenom se prelio u medicinsko tumacenje masturbacije kao stetne i opasne pojave (zanimljivo je njegovo tumacenje razvoja ispovesti) karakteristicne za XVIII i XIX vek. Ovaj proces zavrsen je pripisivanjem rodoskrvnih zelja detetu, te potrebom stalne kontrole i nadziranja decijeg tela, koji roditelji ostvaruju stalnim prisustvom i prislanjanjem svoga tela o decije (spavanje zajedno sa detetom, pregledavanje donjeg vesa i slicne razbibrige). Ovo je bilo medicinsko/psihoanaliticko tumacenje incesta (od deteta prema roditeljima). Na drugoj stani uvedeno je i institucionalno/sudsko tumacenje incesta, kada je on usmeren od roditelja/odraslih prema deci. Kako god, oblast nadziranja seksualnosti obuhvata celu porodicu, koristenjem mehanizama koji su van nje, priblizavanjem sudske i medicinske moci.

Gomila primera, neocekivanih analiza i tumacenja razlicitih pojava kojima Fuko pokusava da dokaze osnovnu, vec pomenutu tezu - danasnji pojam nenormalnog ima svoja tri korena, koja su sacuvala svoju nezavisnost - ponovicu! - 1)nakaza, 2)pobunjenik, 3)dete onanista. Ovo ovde napisano, jeste jedan tako stur i brzinski prikaz knjige da mu je informativna vrednost blizu nule - eventualno on moze da posluzi kao pocetni impuls da vas zainteresuje za stvaralstvo Fukoa, ukoliko se niste ranije sretali sa njim.

Ernst Muldasev - Od koga smo postali (Beograd, Hema Kheya Neye, 2003)

Kako sam shvatio, po ko zna koji put, da necu uspeti spremiti ispit, zadnjih dvadesetak dana sam slobodno vreme posvetio citanju ovde spomenutih knjiga. Fakultet je takvo gubljenje vremena i zaglupljivanje, ali 'ajde prihvatio sam ulogu studenta (istina loseg), jedem govna, pa da ne patetisem previse posto mogu samo da zavrsim u licemerstvu. I pisac ove knjige je zavrsio fakultet, cak sta vise, ako je verovati kratkoj biografiji, on je doktor medicinskih nauka, bla, bla, izumeo hirurski materijal "aloplant", bla, bla... Ma reakcija, ujo ga pas! Elem, ova knjiga je dobar primer da titule ne znace pamet, ili da citiram dragog mi Heraklita - "Mnogoznalost ne uci mudrosti!"
Metodologija mu skripi, skoro nepodnosljivo. Jeste preuzeo tehniku koja lici na naucnu (postavljanje hipoteza, proveravanje, poredjenje sa teorijskim osnovama), ali za konacni rezultat se u najbolje slucaju moze reci da je poprilicno nategnut. Pitate se cemu je knjiga?
Dakle, cova, cija mi se njuska baj d vej ne dopada, je odlucio da procava oblik ociju i dosao je do zakljucka da Tibetanci imaju "sredjestatisticke" oci, te da to znaci da ljudska rasa vodi poreklo sa Tibeta. Ok., idemo dalje. Jedan njegov prijatelj bio je na Tibetu, gde je primetio da su zidovi hramova iscrtani ocima, te da se, navodno, u temelju svakog tibetanskog hrama nalazi iste te oci, ocrtane po zidovima. I onda je on odlucio da organizuje ekspediciju, prvo u Indiju, pa onda na Tibet, ili Nepal, ne secam se, ista je to geografija. E da, konstruisao je i oblik tog bica cije su oci u temeljima hramova, uz pomoc strucne literature - Nostradamusa, Blavacke i Stajnera.
Da skratim - osnovne ideje iznesene u knjizi su sledece: 1) postojale su stare civilizacije, mnogo pre ove nase, arijevske, 2) u pecinama Tibeta nalaze se najbolji predstavnici lemurijanske, atlantidjanske i arijevske civilizacije, u stanju meditacije, cineci osnovu za produzetak ljudske vrste u slucaju unistenja povrsinskog zivota. I on je u sklopu svoje ekspedicije, navodno, uspeo da udje u jednu od pecina, ali nije uspeo da vidi te duhovne gigante zbog snazne psihicke zastite koja moze da ubije coveka. A i zenu.
Ernst je u sustini pokrao vecinu ideja od teozofskog pokreta i uopste mu ne verujem da je "naivno" pristupio gradji, i onda kao formirao zakljucke na empiriji. Jes' malo sutra... O budizmu ne zna skoro nista, ali ga to nije sprecilo da pise o istom. Pred kraj knjige ima poglavlje u kome on objasnjava sta bio on uradio da je predsednik Rusije, ispostavljajuci se kao megaloman dostojan postovanja.
Nemam ja predrasude prema vecini stvari o kojima pise doktor Muldasev, ali ovo se tesko moze nazvati ozbiljnom literaturom, mada ako volite sajensfiksn, a niste citali dela Blavacke ili Stajnera, ovo sasvim pristojno radi.

MUZIKA

V/A Novosadska pank verzija

Uz knjigu koja je vec pomenuta u recenzijama majskih koncerata ide i ovaj dupli disk, koji mi je Dusan the Strawb, narezao. Gomila bendova, dobar deo njih sam vec slusao, ali izdavaci su se potrudilio da pronadju raritetne snimke medju kojima vredi izdvojiti neizbeznu Pekinsku Patku, Dva Minuta Mrznje, K.N.O., Miteserse i definitivno No Abuse (sjajan bend). Ne bi bas bilo korektno porediti ovu kompilaciju sa slicnim kompilacijama koje su izdavana u Beogradu, jer u panku nije sustina u takmicenju i konkurenciji, vec u jedinstvu i zajednickoj borbi za bolje sutra. No ja sam hipik, a pank je mrtav, pa hajde da zamislimo situaciju:

Novosadjanin: Gari, super nam je kompilacija, ovi glupi Beogradjani nikada nece imati na jednom mestu ovoliko dobrih pank rok bendova, oni se ionako samo loze i prave pametni, jebo ih hardcore i MTV.

Beogradjanin: Pa nije im losa ova kompilacijica, ali sve je tu samo zajebacnija i neozbiljnost, a brate ruku na srce, tanki su sa hardkor/tres pankom, sto jes jes... Onaj No Abuse ih nesto izvlaci, mozda i Prolece, ali kada ce Novi Sad dati bend velicine jednog Distressa, da ne idem dalje, a? Nikada.

Kompetisn, nat juniti.

Myth of Progress - rough mix demo, july 2005

I Pele je otisao u Ameriku koja je prokleta kao i zlato sto sja. Ovo je njegov novi bend, koga cu, zarad kontinuiteta uporediti sa njegovim prethodnim bendom, Antistatikom. Antistatik je svirao krast kor, sa jednostavnim aranzmanima i strukturama pesama i bio je sjajan. Myth of Progress ima komplikovanije aranzmane, stalno se menjaju brzi i spori delovi, problem je sto sam na prvo slusanje uhvatio samo jedan hit. Pesme nisu toliko himnicne, ima tu i modernijih uticaja, oktave boje melodije preko distorzirane muzike, tu i tamo prodje neki spori, tribalni deo, glas non stop vristi i vrti podugacke tekstove. Myth of Progress u sustini ne donosi nista novo muzicki, ali zbog tekstova, spada u bendove koji politicki radikalizuju pank scenu do ekstrema. Ostavicu u komentarima linkove da poslusate/procitate, ako vas zanima. Inace, ovaj snimak koji sam preslusao je sirova, ne producirana verzija, slicno kao i u recenziji koja ce sada da usledi.

kontakt adresa: ab_useyu@yahoo.co.uk

The Phonerings - demo, jun 2006

Cernobilske Jagode se konacno vracaju sa novim snimkom. Snimljeno kod Raduleta iz Atheist Rapa, u studiji koji polako postaje pank Meka za sve bendove na nasim prostorima, koji imaju manjak para a visak entuzijazma - svaka cast Raduletu. No da se vratim temi - sta nude jarani na ovom demo snimku? Emo pank, mene podseca na momente na Lifetime, Dag Nasty, All, komplikovani, korektno odsirani aranzmani, jos nije uradjena post-produkcija, ali i ovako zvuci dobro, bubanj se fino cuje, sve je cisto i melodicno - malo Duletov vokal na momente falsira, to je jedino sto mi smeta, ali bice to vremenom sve mnogo bolje, ukoliko se ne raspadnu, siguran sam (uostalom ima ona bizarna narodna poslovica - prvi se kucici bacaju u vodu). Tekstovi na engleskom, to mi smeta da se potpuno uzivim u muziku, kada cujem Duleta kako peva - Ju senddd miii tuuu d raaaksss, jednostavno ne mogu da osetim atmosferu na pravi nacin. U svakom slucaju, evo jednog lepog izdanja u pripremi.

http://www.myspace.com/thephonerings

FANZINI

Last Breath br.2
Prethodni broj sam samo prelistao, ovaj sam vec detaljno proucio i sta da kazem do - svaka cast za trud. Lepo izgleda, gomila intervjua, dosta recenzija i kolumni, lep graficki dizajn, u principu lici dosta na 3 Drugara, samo sto je bolje od 3 Drugara, jer je pankerskije - naziru se i neke ideje, nije smo u pitanju muzika. Ok., mislim nije bas sve po mom ukusu, intervjui su mi malo nezanimljivi, recenzije mozda i previse podsticu konzumerski duh (to je neizbezno?) i nisu sve kolumne zanimljive, ali to su sve stvari koje se vremenom mogu promeniti. Zao mi je sto sam u uvodu fanzina procitao da autori vec razmisljaju da zaustave ceo projekt, to bi bila zaista steta. Od kolumni su mi u secanju ostale Mehina, Mackova i Sandijeva (ako nisam pogresio ime, o izbeglistvu), kao najzanimljivije u ovom broju. Lepo.

9 Comments:

  • At 1:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    The Only Happiness
    In a society that destroys in us
    All intent towards happiness
    The only happiness that is left
    Is to attack this cruel society

    It�s so apathetic our alienation
    That it seems that there is no solution
    Capitalism is inside of us
    And it has infected every relationship

    Destroy the controls
    Inside of us
    Never forget
    About the repression



    Dual Power
    You say I�m a cynic
    But to me it�s a pity
    Your so-called radical vision
    Is blind to critique
    To break through the system
    And it�s hideous grasp
    To create lasting freedom
    Not merely a boss in a new mask

    Chorus:
    Fight fire with fire
    Dual power is needed
    Strong autonomous capacity
    Willingness to defend it
    Create and destroy
    Beyond symbolic action
    This will take more than your limited vision

    We must transcend
    The spectacular display
    Beyond the safety valve
    Which permits rulers to play
    If we can�t challenge ourselves
    How will we hone our strength
    Agile minds will be our first line of defense

    Chorus

    Crowbar and Hammer
    Tear off the plywood, throw open the doors
    Turn on the power, remove all the boards
    Crowbar in one hand hammer in the other
    �Cuz rent is theft to benefit some rich fucker
    all the empty homes for the homeless on the streets
    not more development for the wealthy elite
    Retake and reclaim, occupy to exist
    Create real alternatives, begin to resist

    Chorus:
    When cries of suffering fall on deaf ears
    Take it in our hands, fuck laws, squat the world

    They put up locks and chains to frighten us away
    Property over people the law we must obey
    In response to homelessness, they say poverty�s our
    fault
    With false twisted logic that ignores system�s flaws
    Ask them for a roof, they�ll laugh and turn aside
    Blind and indifferent to evade with closed eyes
    That�s why we must occupy in order to survive
    And when they send their police, fight to keep hope
    alive

    Chorus

    The system we live under is based upon our fear
    Or cops and jails and poverty that mix with bitter
    tears
    Those on the margins rot and die but no one fucking
    cares
    And so we occupy to break the cycle of despair
    Retake and reclaim, occupy to exist
    Create real alternatives, begin to resist


    Perpetual Chain
    This song is dedicated
    To all the companer@s
    Around the world
    Who face prison
    For being poor
    Or for their ideals
    They are behind bars
    Victims of extortion
    And for anyone who recognizes
    The potential of music
    For liberation
    And who reclaim as if an incentive
    As a motivation

    Last night I heard again
    A scream from the prison
    Again a jailer is
    Torturing another prisoner without compassion

    Chorus-
    We destroy the evil jail
    And all the bars of this society
    We destroy the evil jail
    Topple the walls of insolidarity

    Thousands of human beings
    Locked up suffering cruel humiliation
    Paying the consequences
    Of a system guided by corruption

    Chorus

    True criminals
    Are those that created this aberration
    That impose the punishment, the lock-up
    The torture, the violation



    Makings of an Empire
    Manipulasi dan isolasi (Manipulation and
    isolation)
    The makings of an empire
    Kotaminasi dan alianasi (Contamination and
    alienation)
    The makings of an empire
    Colonization never died
    It thrives in parasitic greed
    Across the ocean, the fortress reigns
    At borders where people bleed
    Pemerintah itu bohong tai anjing (Government lies of
    dog shit)
    Laws drawn from the corporate elite
    Kings still rule with black baton, bullet gun
    At sweatshops where the people bleed


    Imaginary Line
    An artifical border
    Blocks out our light
    Prevents freedom of movement
    Creates torture in the night
    They call it a border
    We call it a lie
    That some may pass
    While others will die

    Chorus-
    No more
    Border patrols
    Their barbed wire specters
    Eating our souls
    No more
    Fucking controls
    Destroy the checkpoints
    Break their hold

    With this imaginary line
    They corral our lives
    Secure the perimeter
    To protect their gold
    To preserve freedom
    Ultimate double-speak
    Maintain privilege of a few
    Forcing millions to bleed

    Their visas and checkpoints
    Poison our space
    Reducing humanity
    To a paper chase
    I want to smash
    Your pig-shaped face
    Whether policija, la migra, or INS
    You with your ignorant
    Superiority complex

    Those unaffected
    Remain unaware
    Of the beauracracy
    That the majority must bear
    But to deny freedom to one
    Denies freedom to all
    So we must each
    Bring this system to fall

    If punk is dead then where�s my fucking grave
    Didn�t it ever
    Mean something to you?
    A desire
    In the joy of rebellion
    Rejection of oppression
    Beyond death by boredom
    Lost to the numbness
    It�s easy not
    To care at all
    When you close your eyes
    To this harsh reality
    Against this hollow subculture
    Reflecting mainstream values
    We fight

    Chorus-
    If punk�s already dead
    Then where�s my fucking grave
    Apathy a weak excuse
    For ignorance

    As we slumber in the luxury of privilege
    Remember when
    Something fucking mattered?
    A belief that you would die for
    Beyond any price

    Chorus

    As long as
    Our hearts pump
    We will resist
    With all our strength
    Because punk is a struggle
    And when we die
    Dig our fucking graves
    But until that day
    We will resist
    PUNKS IN STRUGGLE ALWAYS


    Myth of Progress
    Bio-regions paved with concrete
    To make way for Wal-marts
    So we can devour irreplaceable habitats
    Kneel at the alter of excess

    Chorus-
    Collapse is imminent
    So many are blind
    Blissfully unaware
    What good will their money be
    When there is nothing left to buy

    Hear the cry of the wolf
    Hunted to extinction by our convenience
    Feel the pain of a fresh clear-cut
    To build more subdivisions

    Chorus

    Do you ever have the feeling that something isn�t
    right?
    As we�re isolated within this technological might
    We numb ourselves with escapism to take away the pain
    TV, drugs, consumption, it�s all the fucking same
    Did you ever have the feeling that perhaps there�s
    something more?
    Than birth to school to work to death of endless
    mindless chores
    New car and house the kids and spouse the American
    nightmare
    That billions confront everyday as they toil in
    despair
    This myth of progress they�ve fed you is so much
    feeble shit
    Of the glory of humanity at the edge of this precipice
    Our science and "advancements" won�t matter a fucking
    bit
    When the markets eat themselves and machines grind to
    a halt
    Cause this beast that we call capital feeds upon
    itself
    We all pay for it�s gluttony with our sanity and our
    health
    Our children will inherit a poisoned feeble shell
    Of a once thriving planet that we�ve turned into hell
    The earth that gives us life has been paved over with
    concrete
    There are shackles on our hands and chains on our feet
    So we have two choices refusal or submission
    Against the desecration or to it�s greedy minions
    Industrial collapse or global revolution
    The first our destruction the other it�s salvation
    But the time to act is now before it is too late
    Defend the earth fight back or we�re doomed to our
    fate

     
  • At 1:03 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    LIKE FLIES TO SHIT

    Alone in our time here
    Pledging fate to the unknown
    Bound to label uncertainties
    Sacrifice to a god of make believe

    Drawn to religion like flies to shit
    A blind herd of scapegoats
    Indoctrination is a choke collar
    To lock jaws with thy neighbors

    Bound in darkness, slave to our silence, all we get is shit
    There’s no existence in a reign of guilt. No existence in shame
    Bound in darkness, slave to our silence, all we are is lost
    There’s no existence in reign of guilt. No existence in shame

    Nuestros instintos han sido atrofiados
    Y sepultados por la religion
    (Our instincts have been atrophied
    And buried by the religion)

    DEATH MACHINE

    Clock in, clock out
    Lashing like a whip
    Clock in, clock out
    Breakdown

    Breakdown
    Slave of wage
    Breakdown
    Life encaged

    The toll on our lives
    With no time or energy
    To harvest our creativities
    When forced to a drone of the machine

    The toll of wasted time
    Gear grinding days
    The toll of wasted life
    Robotic decay

    Breakdown
    Slave of wage
    Breakdown
    Life encaged

    Wage slaves must bite the hands that feed us nothing

    What do we want?
    Break the shackles of slavery
    What do we need?
    Freedom explore creativity
    Where do we go?
    Break the shackles of slavery

    Lies fuel the fire
    Flames of deceit
    Embers conspire
    To mold as machines

    “Do what you’re told”
    What the fuck does that mean
    “Do what you’re told”
    I disagree

    Breakdown the mold of conformity
    Breakdown the structures of hierarchy
    Breakdown the mold of conformity
    Breakdown the structures of hierarchy

    TIES THAT BIND


    Obedience to the law
    You torture yourself
    Cooperate with police
    You torture yourself

    No scac pacifico con kien no lo sea contigo
    (Don't be peaceful to those who are not peaceful to you)
    Defend ourselves
    Trata al explotador como tu peor enemigo
    (Treat the expoliter as you worst enemy)
    Fight for something new
    Mi corazon se estremece tan solo al pensarlo
    (My heart trembles even to think of it
    Defy,the ties that bind,defy
    No puede ser posible,no puedo imaginario
    (It can't be possible,I can't imagine it)
    Defy, the ties that bind,defy
    Nuestra meta es vivir libres
    (Our goal is to live,but live free)

    When you live with deception and lies
    You make the choice to resist and survive
    When you're locked in an oppresive vise
    You take the chance survive
    When the call for insurrection cries
    You run and hide or fight for your rights?!

    ?Cancerous propaganda?

    I want to free the world but
    I can’t even free myself
    So, I try to change the world
    It starts with changing myself

    Cancerous propaganda crawls under our skin
    Mind control needs deprogramming
    Resist, again and again, the tactics of oppression
    Force fed media from the military machine
    Mind control needs deprogramming
    Reject, again and again, the system’s excuse for war.

    War
    Recruit the sheep for
    War
    Brainwash the masses
    War
    Exploit civilians
    War
    Massacre millions
    War

    Resist, again and again, the tactics of oppression

     
  • At 5:36 AM, Blogger CrnaKrv said…

    pa dobro gari, da li si ti normalan!

    recenzirass The Phonerings i priccass o nekoj postprodukciji a ovde nema ni produkcije. To je samo snimljen sirov materijal (koji uz to nema ni pratece) koji si dobio/oteo zahvaljujuci Duletovoj dobroti :)

    Ajde jarane ti lepo skini ovu recenziju pa kad se sve zavrssi onda napissi koju.

    Pozdrav za najbolji on-line fanzin!

     
  • At 10:18 PM, Blogger krasti said…

    Duletova dobrota? Skoro sam morao da upotrebim fizicku silu da to otmem...:) Mogu da 1) sacekam produkciju i napisem novu hvalospevnu recenziju, ili 2) udarim pecat "cenzurisano na zahtev clanova benda" preko recenzije... Obe mogucnosti su pankerske, pa ti izaberi... Pih, da sacekam produkciju, kakva si ti prodaja, hehe... Zurim, cucemo se!

     
  • At 8:41 AM, Blogger CrnaKrv said…

    a je su pravu si koja ce nam kurac produkcija.
    a i bice skuplje...

     
  • At 11:06 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    kasno je crna krvi,
    on je to pustao u javnosti...
    tako da je to do sada pola bosne culo... i ja sam cuo... koji ce vam kurac produkcija... bek vokali qrac palac. na tres snimcima se poznaju junaci....

     
  • At 9:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    e krtasy ajde malo da s eukljucis da radi za last breath,a?

    ajde javi se:
    yusxe@yahoo.com

    PoZz,
    nemanja

     
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