{"id":19430,"date":"2008-03-21T14:51:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-21T13:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=19389"},"modified":"2008-03-21T14:51:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-21T13:51:00","slug":"chop-suey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2008\/03\/21\/chop-suey\/","title":{"rendered":"Chop suey"},"content":{"rendered":"
Wake up<\/em><\/div>\n
Grab a brush and put a little (make up)<\/em><\/div>\n
Hide the scars to fade away the (shake up)<\/em><\/div>\n
Why ‚d you leave the keys upon the table?<\/em><\/div>\n
Here you go create another fable<\/em><\/div>\n
You wanted to<\/em><\/div>\n
Grab a brush and put a little make up<\/em><\/div>\n
You wanted to<\/em><\/div>\n
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up<\/em><\/div>\n
You wanted to<\/em><\/div>\n
Why ‚d you leave the keys upon the table<\/em><\/div>\n
You wanted to<\/em><\/div>\n
Dnes… \u00e1no, dnes… Bol rozhodnut\u00fd. Nemohol u\u017e takto \u010falej \u017ei\u0165. Pozera\u0165 sa na neho s pomyslen\u00edm, \u017ee nikdy nebude jeho…<\/div>\n
Zobudil sa. E\u0161te ani neotvoril o\u010di a u\u017e plakal. Spomenul si na v\u0161etko… Tak to i\u0161lo ka\u017ed\u00e9 r\u00e1no- asi dve sekundy kr\u00e1snej nevedomosti a potom potoky s\u013az. Ale prisahal si, \u017ee dnes nebude plaka\u0165… ve\u010f dne\u0161n\u00fd de\u0148 je kone\u010dne ten posledn\u00fd… R\u00fdchlo si utrel slzy a potla\u010dil vzdych, ktor\u00fd sa mu dral z \u00fatrob jeho vysilen\u00e9ho tela. Pomaly do\u0161iel do k\u00fape\u013ene…<\/div>\n
„Bill, ty u\u017e teraz vyzer\u00e1\u0161 ako m\u0155tvola,“ predniesol do ticha sarkastick\u00fd hlas. Billa a\u017e trhlo, i ke\u010f to bol jeho vlastn\u00fd. Hlas v\u0161ak hovoril pravdu. T\u00e1 bled\u00e1 tv\u00e1r a ve\u013ek\u00e9 kruhy pod o\u010dami akoby nepatrili \u017eivej osobe… Chv\u00ed\u013eu prem\u00fd\u0161\u013eal, \u010di naozaj nie je m\u0155tvy. \u010ci v\u010dera n\u00e1hodou neza\u0161iel tou \u017eiletkou prihlboko…<\/div>\n
Odhrnul si \u013eav\u00fd ruk\u00e1v py\u017eama. Na \u00fatlej ruke bolo mno\u017estvo jaziev a dve krvav\u00e9 \u010diary odv\u010dera. Dotkol sa jednej a hne\u010f ucukol rukou. Bolelo to. Tak\u017ee pravdepodobne je \u017eiv\u00fd. Zatia\u013e.<\/div>\n
Z poli\u010dky pod zrkadlom zobral tubu s make up-om, zatrel si n\u00edm kruhy pod o\u010dami a svojej bledej poko\u017eke pridal trochu zdrav\u0161ej farby. Po chv\u00edli zav\u00e1hania si make up-om pretrel aj jazvy na ruke.<\/div>\n
„\u0160koda, \u017ee jazvy na srdci sa nedaj\u00fa prekry\u0165 tak \u013eahko,“ pomyslel si a trpko sa usmial. Odlo\u017eil make up sp\u00e4\u0165 na poli\u010dku a zobral z nej bielu krabi\u010dku.<\/div>\n
Vedel, \u017ee \u00faspe\u0161nos\u0165 pl\u00e1nu bude z\u00e1visie\u0165 na tom, \u010di je v apartm\u00e1ne s\u00e1m. Tom ho nesklamal. Op\u00e4\u0165 vstal sk\u00f4r ako on a u\u017e odi\u0161iel s chalanmi na ra\u0148ajky. Tom… u\u017e len pomyslenie na neho bolelo a z oka sa mu vyg\u00fa\u013eali dve slzy. Nechal ich vo\u013ene stiec\u0165 po tv\u00e1ri, kde mu nechali na rozl\u00fa\u010dku dve bled\u00e9 cesti\u010dky.<\/div>\n
I don’t think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,<\/p>\n

Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable<\/p>\n

You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,<\/p>\n

I don’t think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die<\/em><\/div>\n

Obliekol sa. Na vzh\u013eade oble\u010denia si dal z\u00e1le\u017ea\u0165 aj v tak\u00fdto de\u0148. Vlastne, o to v\u00e4\u010d\u0161mi si dal na \u0148om z\u00e1le\u017ea\u0165. Zobral k\u013e\u00fa\u010de od izby a chcel si ich vlo\u017ei\u0165 do vrecka, ale zarazil sa. Na\u010do? Ve\u010f u\u017e tu aj tak nikdy nevkro\u010d\u00ed\u2026 Neveselo sa usmial a hodil ich na st\u00f4l.<\/div>\n
O_o<\/div>\n
Vybral si toto miesto. P\u00e1\u010dilo sa mu tu. Boli tu s\u00edce e\u0161te len t\u00fd\u017ede\u0148, ale u\u017e si ho stihol n\u00e1js\u0165- svoje miesto. Veril, \u017ee o \u0148om nikto nevie, i ke\u010f bol dos\u0165 prekvapen\u00fd. Tak\u00e9 n\u00e1dhern\u00e9 miesto – obrovsk\u00e1 skala, na vrchu m\u00e4kk\u00fd kop\u010dek s tr\u00e1vou a dolu n\u00e1dhern\u00fd v\u00fdh\u013ead na more. Posledn\u00e9 dni tu r\u00e1d sedel. Prem\u00fd\u0161\u013eal. Zahr\u00e1val sa s my\u0161lienkou, \u017ee svoj \u017eivot ukon\u010d\u00ed tu. Najprv chcel sko\u010di\u0165, u\u017e takmer videl svoje telo, ako sa trie\u0161ti o skaly, no nechcel tie skaly po\u0161kvrni\u0165. Chcel tu skon\u010di\u0165, ale nie takto\u2026<\/div>\n
Sadol si do tr\u00e1vi a pozoroval more. U\u017e\u00edval si svoje posledn\u00e9 chv\u00edle. Napokon sa rozhodol. U\u017e je \u010das. Vytiahol z vrecka bielu krabi\u010dku, ktor\u00fa si zobral z k\u00fape\u013ene, a do r\u00fak si nasypal obsah. Nechcel u\u017e myslie\u0165, ale nedalo sa to. S\u00fa to posledn\u00e9 my\u0161lienky jeho \u017eivota\u2026 my\u0161lienky na Neho\u2026 na Toma. Spomenul si na jeho \u00fasmev, na jeho o\u010di, na tie pery, ktor\u00fdch sa tak moc t\u00fa\u017eil dotkn\u00fa\u0165, na jeho hlas, na ten zvoniv\u00fd smiech\u2026<\/div>\n
Nie, je neskoro. Pr\u00edli\u0161 neskoro\u2026<\/div>\n
„Milujem \u0164a, Tom,“ za\u0161epkal a nasypal si v\u0161etky tabletky do hrdla. \u013dahol si a v posledn\u00fdch chv\u00ed\u013each pozoroval modr\u00fa oblohu. Potom sa za\u010dala str\u00e1ca\u0165. Nastala tma\u2026<\/div>\n
„\u010co mu je? Preboha! \u010co mu je?!“<\/div>\n
„Tom! U\u017e mu nepom\u00f4\u017ee\u0161,“ zavzlykal Gustav a sna\u017eil sa ho zadr\u017ea\u0165.<\/div>\n
„Nie! Pusti ma!“ vytrhol sa mu Tom a hodil sa na bezvl\u00e1dne bratovo telo.<\/div>\n
„Bill, pros\u00edm, neop\u00fa\u0161\u0165aj ma,“ za\u0161epkal. \u013dahol si k bratovi, prit\u00falil si ho k sebe a slzy si kone\u010dne predrali cestu von.<\/div>\n
„Nie, Bill. Ja \u0164a milujem. Pros\u00edm,“ zavrel o\u010di a pritisol si Billovo telo e\u0161te bli\u017e\u0161ie.<\/div>\n
„Tom?“ vzdychol mu do ucha slab\u00fd hl\u00e1sok. „Aj ja teba.“<\/div>\n
Tom nevedel, \u010di to bol skuto\u010dn\u00fd hlas alebo len vietor. Nemal odvahu otvori\u0165 o\u010di\u2026 B\u00e1l sa pravdy\u2026<\/div>\n
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father\/ Into your hands\/I\/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,<\/p>\n

Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,<\/p>\n

Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.<\/p>\n

<\/em> autor: Licona<\/strong>
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