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citāti, citāti [Aug. 19th, 2006|05:36 pm]
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"ELIN: Why are you so weird? I mean, you're not stupid or anything, just different.
AGNES (smiling): You are weird too.
ELIN: Am I? I mean, I want to be weird. Or not weird, but I don't want to be like all the others. Though sometimes I think I'm just like everyone else. "

(c) Fucking Amal

es arī gribu..
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=) [Aug. 13th, 2006|09:01 pm]
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"Leda: Hi, I'm Leda.

Brian: [he grabs the hors d'oeuvres out of her hand] Uh,Melanie's evil ex.

Leda: And you must be the Anti-Christ. Big fan."

jājā, daži sēž un lasa seriālu scenārijus(jo nevar novilkt un noskatīties)
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[Aug. 7th, 2006|02:33 pm]
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“The Soviet government is the most realistic regime in the world - no ideals.”

“To be or not to be is not a question of compromise. Either you be or you don't be.”

“Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.”

Golda Meir
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=/ [Aug. 6th, 2006|12:15 pm]
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"And if I hear one more time
About fool's rights
To his tools of rage
I'm gonna take all my friends
And I'm gonna move to canada
And we're gonna die of old age"

"To The Teeth Lyrics", Ani DiFranco
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jā-jā tipa intelektuālis [Aug. 5th, 2006|07:23 pm]
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The Fly


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
If I live,
Or if I die.

(c)William Blake
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Helēna-Mums pietrūka smieklu [Jul. 2nd, 2006|10:11 pm]
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Mums pietrūka svētku
Mums pietrūka smieklu
Un celta tiek pils
Un nopirkti putni
Zīmētos mākoņos
Stingušās debesīs
Atsitās viņi
Tavā dzimšanas dienā

Vai putni grib palikt dzīvi
- dzīvi bez spārniem,
kad izmocīti kliedz,
lūdzot pēc nāves...
Un skanošos smieklos
slēptas tiek bailes
un smieklu atbalss
par baudu mums kļūst.
... tālāk ... )
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