| Thursday, November 20th, 2025 |
| 9:16 am |
tikko bija flešbeks - telpa, galds saviļņojās uz sekundi. |
| 9:15 am |
nākamajā dienā man atrakstīja nezināms, cits numurs un jautāja, vai es rītdien basi skatīšoties. |
| 9:14 am |
tā ir kāda kundzīte gados. es reiz piezvanīju un apjautājos. nevar saprast. |
| Wednesday, November 19th, 2025 |
| 9:00 pm |
lasi, es pirms kādām 3 dienām ieturēju 1 vai 2 dienu pauzi. vispār, dzeru daudz kopš 2009. braļi nav īpaši jaudīgs joks, bet kā ir, tā ir. |
| 8:52 pm |
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| 8:33 pm |
"mammu, tu esi slikta, bet es tevi mīlu" |
| 8:31 pm |
no bezapziņas, velna/Dieva neesamības iznesis ārā atziņu un izteicis to vārdos. |
| 8:15 pm |
Forged in the black country
Under blood red skies
We all had our dream to realise
Driving in that transit
Down to holy Joe's
Used to lose our head
While metal flowed
Nothing held us back or dared to try
Something in our blood
Won't let us die
We built our world of metal
Watched it grow
Fuelled the fury solid to the bone
Gotta deal with the devil
'cause you know that it's real
Done a deal with the devil
From a heart made of steel
Rollin' down the m-way
Took it to the smoke
Bangin' heads there
'til we all went broke
When we don the leather, and the whips and chains
Nothing matters more
We can't be tamed
Fighting through the din and accolades
Turn the phase around with razor blades
Watched the movement grow
Into one voice
Took on all the world
It had no choice
Gotta deal with the devil
'cause you know that it's real
Done a deal with the devil
From a heart made of steel
We hit at night
You're in our sight
Then we can feel
What we've been waiting for
Let me hear you roar
Upon this stage
We let it rage
And for a time we leave the world behind
To be with our own kind
Gotta deal with the devil
'cause you know that it's real
Done a deal with the devil
From a heart made of steel |
| 8:00 pm |
void unholy() {
return; // no language will describe it
} |
| 2:46 pm |
labdien, vai jūs varētu kko pastāstīt par savu mākslasdarbu? (skatos uz diviem cementa blokiem)
- tie ir cementa bloki, kuros ir iemūrēta skulptūra.
bet kāda tam nozīme?
- nu... šis mākslasdarbs ir vairāk... poētisks.
nodomāju ka vnk stulba. pēc tam mums visiem bija dzimumakts ar debiloīdu. 100m attālumā no gypsy camp, kur nesen vārīju olas. |
| 2:17 pm |
I did the work. pay me today, please!
- again? why?
I wanna get drunk today - what if I die tomorrow...
- why would you die tomorrow?
because I was born.
- to die?
no, tomorrow.
- and what happens then?
I dunno, we probably die again. |
| 1:50 pm |
man uzdāvināja lubrikantu
82% riebumo
18% fun-time
tikai jāuzsilda
adatas pērku pats |
| 1:27 pm |
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| 10:47 am |
viņa vnk grib visu saldējumu sev. |
| 10:33 am |
govs, beidz pļekot par mani! |
| 10:26 am |
ja viss ir viens, tad mans pseidonīms ir ironisks. |
| 10:16 am |
paga... ko? |
| 10:11 am |
one can eat money. not mommy. |
| 10:02 am |
glābiet eiženu no saldējuma, dāviniet karstu desu! |
| 9:22 am |
es vienreiz nokrāpu un pēc tam man bija self-soul-crash tāds, ka gribējās nebūt, bet tad pamanīju, ka tas mani ir audzējis. |