dnevnik srpskog samoubice

’’First three year of my life I had slept all the time’’. I wrote that 20 years ago, when I was in elemetary school. Everybody laughed in the classroom. I do not see why. As far as I can remember it was the kindergarten at the age of 4. I don't remember anything before. So, it doesn't exist... So, why laughing gentleman? But, it was always like that in Serbia, they always laughed because they do not understand the genius. Serbs never understand genius, beacuse they are not developed. I am not one of the Serbs. My grand-grand father was German, but communist killed him after the end of WW2. You have to understand, they did not kill him with guns, they killed him with words. They said he betrayed Yugoslav nation. He was justful men, my grand-grand father, and if you say such strong words, you shot him. I was born dead in a way. Serbs always hated me becuse of my last name Krivokuća. In serbian language, it means house with a bomb. So they always threw rocks at my house. They wanted the big bomb to go off. And it did one day. That’s why I am dead.

I like man, especially woman. Mhhhhh, sweet scent of a woman. There is nothing better then scent of a woman. There is even a movie ’’Scent of a woman’’. It’s about blind guy and a zit-head. Blind guy is good guy. Zit-head is just young... I do not like zit-heads. I am zit-head. People always looked me strangely. What I hated the most is when they approached me at the street at try to explain me that there is a cure for zits. But, actually there is no cure for zits. They are just pain in the ass. Pain in the face, pain in the soul.

I am lion in astrology. You know what it means... Power in fire. Strong fire. Cool fire. The king of all animals. That’s why Serbs don’t like me. They shooted their king. Now, they have dictatorship. Crazy Serbs. I hate them. That’s why I am dead.