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[Aug. 23rd, 2006|04:48 pm] |
"None of us get out alive. Now you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you could be grateful that when your body rubs against someone else's, it explodes with enough pleasure that you can forget, even for a minute, that you're only a walking pile of ashes." |
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| visiem seriāliem kas man patīk ir slikta karma. maz sezonu un debīli laiki |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|11:22 pm] |
"My parents keep asking how school was. It's like saying, "How was that drive-by shooting?" You don't care how it was, you're lucky to get out alive" |
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| i'll never gonna fly |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|04:20 pm] |
"I think they should invent a new word... a word that describes how you feel before you kiss someone. I think it's like when a bird decides that it can fly." |
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| citāti, citāti |
[Aug. 19th, 2006|05:36 pm] |
"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] |
"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. 10th, 2006|08:37 pm] |
sāpe pulsē vienā ritmā ar sirdi.
ieklausos un dzirdu asins plūsmu, mašīnas kā lidmašīnas kautkur zemāk par mani.
gribas gulēt nekustīgi, veroties griestos.
un sauli, kas karsē arī atrodoties ēnā.
stundu pēc stundas, starp miegu un nomodu - gaidīt beigas.
un tēlot nabaga mazo cietēju =) |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|06:34 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
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bisexualy* asexual**
*Bisexuality in human sexual behavior refers to the aesthetic, romantic, or sexual desire for people of either gender or of either sex.
**asexuality means "No or low sexual attraction to other people".
PS: 'queer' is 'anything that differs from the norm', especially the norm of sexuality, and there are asexuals that consider the relationships they form to be completely unconventional and therefore queer. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2006|02:33 pm] |
“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] |
"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] |
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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| delete me, please |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|09:25 pm] |
kautkā šī bēdu ieleja nebeidzas. un bezspēks arī joprojām ciemojas.
uz dienu-divām noslēpos filmās - un realitāte lika mierā.
bet tad paņēma un sapurināja mēģinot panāk kādas darbības.
naivā..
"такой большой, а в сказки веришь" © |
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| vampīri, vampīri.. |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|09:45 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  melancholy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Chiasm - Isolated | ] |
tukšums.
apātisks.
sarauties kamolā, ietīties ligzdā, ieslīgt ziemas miegā.
tukši akumulātori. brīžiem sanāk pieslēgties citu enerģijai - uz brīdi "gandrīz kā dzīvs".
pilnīga bezjēdzība. bezpalīdzība. bezcerība.
ak es, melodramatiskais klauns ar gribas paralīzi.
pārdzīvoju par svešām dzīvēm un nedzīvoju savējo. cilvēki satiekas, iemīlas, strīdas, šķiras - un es noskatos. un rīkoju scēnas pats sev savā galvā |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2006|03:09 pm] |
"you don't appreciate the chaos and absurdity of life on this planet. you don't understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block. i love that. you don't drink coffee or alcohol. you don't over eat. you don't cry when you're alone. you don't understand sarcasm. you plod through life in a neat, colorless, caffeine free, dairy free, conflict free way. i'm bold and angry and tortured and tremendous and i notice when someone has changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctly different shades of black or when someone changes the natural temperment of their voice on the phone. i don't give out empty praise. i'm not complacent or well-adjusted. i can't spend fifteen minutes breathing and stretching and getting in touch with myself. i can't spend three minutes finishing an article. i check my answering machine nine times every day and i can't sleep at night because i feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world and i wonder every day if i am making a difference and if i will ever express the greatness within me or if i will remain forever paralyzed by muddled madness inside my head. i've wept on every birthday i've ever had because life is huge and fleeting and i hate certain people and certain shoes and i feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable and i hate myself a lot of the time. the rest of the time i adore myself and i adore my life in this city and in this world we live in. this huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world."
Kissing Jessica Stein
UPD - video http://youtube.com/watch?v=0U5TvMVQ18I&search=jessica%20stein |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2006|11:41 pm] |
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es pēdējā laikā sāku arvien stiprāk ienīst cilvēkus |
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| Helēna-Mums pietrūka smieklu |
[Jul. 2nd, 2006|10:11 pm] |
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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[Jun. 28th, 2006|06:01 pm] |
"There's got to be something else. Heaven. Hell. Reincarnation. Something. This isn't it, it can't be all there is."
MaryJanice Davidson |
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| klusā daba |
[Jun. 28th, 2006|02:54 pm] |
uzcienāja ar tumšu-tumšu plūmi. pustumsā tā šķita melna. pateicos un noliku uz galda. blakus melnai krūzei, melnam sistēmblokam un galda lampai. jā, arī lampa ir melna(ar spīdīgām atsperēm).
un stāvēja šīs melnās lietas uz gaišā galda, un skatijos es uz viņām - un bija skaisti. tas plūmes ieliekums bij perfektā leņķī, ēnas pletās kā spārni..
PS: kad nolēmu apēst augli - izrādijās tas bij nektarīns. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2006|12:14 pm] |
skatīties tikai ar skaņu =)
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| troļu busiņš |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|10:20 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Tori Amos-Little Earthquakes | ] |
saņem matus astītē un neatpazīsti savu siluetu. skaties uz savu galvu un brīnies. nopēti kaklu, plecus. plecu vajadzēto mazliet uzlabot. iedomājos kādas rokas grebtu to koku, tad pulētu, ievaskotu. līdz iegūtu plūdlīniju.
nez, vai no manis sanāktu labs manekens? |
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