2:56a |
es te jau dažas nedēļas gļučīju progresīvi, un visu laiku liekas, ka tas ir norm, es vnk adaptējos eksistencei, bet piemeklē šaubu pilni, eksistenciāli spocīgi mirkļi ar domām, piem., "ja nu es vnk esmu traks, tas viss ir manā galvā, un es cūciski uzvedos dēļ chemical imbalances, motherfuckers" laikam nē. patiesi, patiesi laikam: NĒ! |
9:26p |
berserking on, slaying them bad thoughties, he realized that hell is different than not smelling flowers in Paradise. brain simmering in acid, both kings of the chess-board watching your every fart, swirling your path in ways you could never predict, get used to or survive without scars. by the end of each day you kinda doubt that you are really here, the idea of having a name and a face seems absurd. there are only ghosts and simple programs. and me. |
11:13p |
un tad viņš saprata, ka nevar pakļauties augstākai būtnei. jebkurai. fail, vecīt, izdzēs prātu, un sāc no sākuma!
Current Music: Pixies - No. 13 baby |