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Rimšēvičs and my former self [May. 13th, 2009|04:38 pm]
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Kad es pamanīju tās mātes ar saviem berniem pie MK, es jau biju uzzinājis, ka es bušu briesmīgi bagāts. (Jā, ta vestule nemelos.)

Pavasāris - ieelpoju smaržas, un pedējai reizei, iegaju (stārp tām maminām un caur tām smagām durvīm) uz MK ceturtāju stāvu. Tur, iekšā, bija parāk daudz žurnalistu, tāpēc es gaju par liftu. Tur, liftā, viens jurists man teica ka man vajādzētu pateikt žurnalistiem, ka man patik meitenes un alus - kretins joprojam nezin neko par mani, proti - drīz būšu bagāts - briesmīgi bagāts un man ir sieva un divi bērni laukos.

Oh, un Rimšēvičs:

Rimšēvičs, aah
Rimšēvičs steeples his fingers:
within which he reasons in
the church of quiet logic
and tries to understand those
who are troubled by
the exodus of 400,000 a month
from a govt-owned bank

Bet Ilmaru, nevajāg puleties saprast tos cilvekus. Viņi lielakoties, neko nenopelna: neviens nekonkurē vilināt viņus uz darbu ar 10,000+ - vini nevienam nav vajadzīgi.

Čurāju es, certurtājā stāvā pie atverta loga. Ahhh jā, atradu es to naudas avotu - un drīz man bus tik daudz naudas, ka var atlauties barot vēl sešus bernus - un varbūt vēl divas sievas laukos arī?
Es neteikšu kur tas avots atrodas - tikai tur ir viens liels fucking orgy. Tur, mans vadonis ieteica aizmirst my former self - rit būs jauna diena un lai gan man būs žel par tiem, kas tagad cieš and sink, ziniet jūs navarat gaidit saprātni no manis..
Ja tas mamas joprojam būs ārā pec stundas, es iešu caur viņam ar normalu sirdsapziņu.
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From:[info]silvija
Date:May 13th, 2009 - 07:08 pm
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Wow!
especially the poem. I'm speechless.
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From:[info]silvija
Date:May 13th, 2009 - 07:08 pm
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More!
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From:[info]brookings
Date:May 13th, 2009 - 10:04 pm
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Thank you for your kind words. I will endeavour to remember you once enconsed in my new circumstances.




(tongue is in cheek)
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From:[info]silvija
Date:May 14th, 2009 - 09:07 am
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permanently, gets caught in teeth when tried to retrieve in times of need. tongue, I mean.
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From:[info]silvija
Date:May 14th, 2009 - 09:19 am
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ensconced then you say, my good lord?
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From:[info]silvija
Date:May 14th, 2009 - 09:23 am
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teeth uneven and clenched, I'm afraid, unattractively.

an aside:
You know had I an office, not a foreign,
your good mister Brookings
would firmly black-and-whitely
hang above my head
where Lenin never was,
but, in the doctrine, poor
small man he should have been?
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From:[info]brookings
Date:May 14th, 2009 - 10:09 pm
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He was once tacked on my bedroom wall - now he works for the government: (poor and small he never was)
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From:[info]silvija
Date:May 15th, 2009 - 05:51 am
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Oh, I wonder why the latter doesn't surprise me the least.
Yeah, glad to say things kinda begin to click all around.

peace! and un-quiet!
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From:[info]begemots
Date:May 18th, 2009 - 08:46 pm
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And the jukebox played a beautiful avemaria.