„Ale nie można oddawać serca dzikim stworzeniom: im bardziej się je kocha, tym silniejsze się stają. Mają siłę, żeby uciec do lasu. Albo polecieć na drzewo. A wreszcie wzlatują pod niebo. I tak to się kończy, panie Bell. Jeżeli pokocha pan dzikie stworzenie, już zawsze będzie się pan wpatrywał w niebo.”

Truman Capote „Śniadanie u Tiffany’ego”

Jeżeli macie porannego leniwca, znaczy nie chce się wam za bardzo kombinować i wydziwiać w kuchni, wtedy drodzy państwo najlepiej działa fast food. Szybko sprawnie, samo konsumowanie można przeprowadzić w myśl slow food. Temat banał.

Blender x 1

Banany x 2

Pomarańcza x 1

Kompot gruszkowy x 1

Mleko owsiane x 0,2 l

Coś tam sobie wsypać magicznego wedle uznania.

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody’s gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, Sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don’t you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I’m tired of bein’ the victim of hate
You’re rapin’ me of my pride
Oh, for God’s sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy…
Set me free

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black mail
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I’m tired of bein’ the victim of shame
They’re throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can’t believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don’t wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Some things in life they just don’t wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don’t you wrong or right me
(They keep me on the fire)

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
(They keep me on the fire)
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
(I’m here to remind you)

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
(Don’t you sit back and watch it, baby)
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us