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[Feb. 4th, 2009|02:35 am] |
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"meitēn, nu gan tu laid"
i now walk
into the wild
es nevaru neskatīties :ermm:
biš saskumu, ka dāvidam es miegā vislaik konstanti lieku nost klausuli, bet, kad klbiedrene zvana, lai prasītu konjugācijas, partikulas, blā blā, tad es nakts vidū varu piecelties un visu zinu. savādi. nav ne jausmas, kāpēc viņai telefonu pacēlu, bet uz tiem nezcik citiem zvaniem, nē. ;/
Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause the West is the best. And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.
ai, es tagad paraudāšu ^_^ . |
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