You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God...
You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God...
Ja kao dijete redovno sam posmatrao klanje domacih zivotinja... i nemam nikakve flashbackove... a najjaca scena mi je uvijek bila kad moras npr. svinju zviznuti sjekirom po celu da se onesvjesti ono anestezija pa je onda zakoljes... ja ne kontam sta tu ima cudno da neka zivotinja crkne da bi se ljudi prehranili... takav je lanac ishrane... valjda
To vidi vrlo malo ljudi a ova vecina sto ne vidi smatra njih cudacima i izopacenicima... Ja se drzim one stare turske (jest da je turska al' jbg) izreke "Kud svi turci tu i mali Mujo" pa makar crko...
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