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[Jan. 26th, 2016|09:42 pm] |
pagaidām Grungtepas KingKongā mans mīļākais varonis ir khmēru pareģis (futurolōgs).
When I make to leave he grabs my arm and stares into my eyes. “You smoke weed, don’t you?” “Ah, a little.” “No, a lot. But probably not enough. Next time you smoke, get really, really stoned, then meditate on desolation. Concentrate on the most unpleasant death you can think of, then how it will be at the end, when you realize there never was a heaven or a morality and every single little thing you did to make your life and the world better was a total waste of time.” “Why are you so hung up on desolation?” “It’s where the treasure is hidden.” |
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| From: | brr |
Date: | January 26th, 2016 - 10:32 pm |
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ēm, tev uz papīra, pieļauju?
| From: | dooora |
Date: | January 26th, 2016 - 10:49 pm |
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| From: | brr |
Date: | January 26th, 2016 - 10:51 pm |
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paldies par gan
| From: | dooora |
Date: | January 26th, 2016 - 10:53 pm |
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kop kun krap :)
man tā dažreiz ir, kad uzpīpēju pavisam bišķi - nekādas romantikas though, tikai galīga čerņa.
| From: | dooora |
Date: | January 27th, 2016 - 10:37 am |
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aāārm (žēlīga skaņa) nu kā ta mēs pavisam bez romantikas. pavisam bez nevar. lai gan khmērs apgalvo, ka var. ā, sapratu – man tā ir, kad vispār neesmu uzvilcis, ghh bet tā nevaig, tas ir irracionāli | |