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Где ти много обећавају, малу торбу понеси


From a few weeks back, when it snowed. I think this one is very "1970s Yugoslavia".

Here's a poem pilfered from an overheard 'conversation' in the bus mall.

Oh, the humanity!

Thirteen years old.
Grossly obese.
"I fucken chundered
EVERYWHERE"

A moment,
she reflected.
"It was
fucken
AWESOME."

An evolutionary
milestone.
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KL said…
Seems like Australia has quite a number of houses that look like houses from hot/tropical areas (like Africa, India, South-America, etc), perhaps because it doesn't snow much there.? Usually European/American houses have slanted roofs so that the snow does not accumulate. But I might be mistaken.
17 April 2009 at 14:26
Priyanka Khot said…
the poem elicited just one response: EWWWWWWWWWWw GROSSSSSSSSSSSss
17 April 2009 at 15:56
Ronda Laveen said…
What is chundered,please? Just so I am correct in meaning and not making up my own. Loved the juxtaposition of hot colors and cool colors, rounded mountains and square houses.
17 April 2009 at 16:02
Kris McCracken said…
KL, these are office buildings. It doesn't snow at sea level (well, once every 20 years) here in Hobart. There are all types of roofs here, in those areas where it does, the house are like those you find in Switzerland.
17 April 2009 at 18:02
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, she was not an attractive sight. 13 going on 40...
17 April 2009 at 18:07
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, "chundered" is Australian for "vomited".
17 April 2009 at 18:07
Tania said…
I don't think chunder is used enough myself. I am going to try to use it ten times tomorrow in conversation.
The chunder challenge as it were...
17 April 2009 at 20:37
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, did you meet the chunder challenge?

I hope all goes well at the b'day bash today. Send Evie my regards!
19 April 2009 at 10:10
Tash said…
The title is such a treat!
& I'll be the judge of 1970's Yugoslavia - yup, you are right, esp. if it is in Bosnia - Sarajevo or Tuzla. F@##$@ awesome photo.
20 April 2009 at 13:23
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I was thinking Sarajevo or Tuzla as well, but only from what I've seen in books!
21 April 2009 at 09:22
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