kad man kaut kas iepatiikas tik aatri un nejaushi kaa siikas liesminjas sausaa zaalee vasaras viduu aizdegas un kljuustu galiigi traka un mans praats paarveershas par raganiskiem dienvidamerikas dzhungljiem, oh well, bet tas viss iederas tajaa lielajaa baltajaa pasaku graamataa ko man beerniibaa bija bail atveert konkreetaas vietaas kur bija bildes at velniem un vilkiem
shonakt mans vieniigais prieks ir izsleegt gaismu, guleet gultaa un skatiities tukshaas debesiis klausoties sirds apstaashanaas muuziku liidz aizmiegu
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"Does he wake up paranoid or grateful? He gathers up his crow book, finishes his coffee, pockets his song ideas. "I don't know. As Bob Dylan says, 'Fear and Hope: always sounds like a comedy team to me…'"
"Does he wake up paranoid or grateful? He gathers up his crow book, finishes his coffee, pockets his song ideas. "I don't know. As Bob Dylan says, 'Fear and Hope: always sounds like a comedy team to me…'"
simfonija: worriedaboutsatan - respirator
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