(bez virsraksta)

Aug. 10., 2003 | 02:06 am
mood: guilty
music: Harry Nilsson. The Puppy Song

Dziesma virzaas uz priekshu, saaku pamazaam atcereeties, cik patiikami un kaitiigi ir lietot pedaali, jeb pareizaak sakot apzinaaties, ka vinju lietot nemaz nedriikst shajaa gadijuumaa.
Atkal interesanti fakti neinteresantiem cilveekiem.

Ir domas, kas griiljojas un izmeera telpu, atstuteejas pret visaam sienaam un meegjina sev atrast vietu kur nokrist. Taam sheit ir par maz vietas, taas muuzham berzeejas viena gar otru un kljuust erotiskas, un taam truukst drosmes izlauzties aaraa (ar "s" vai "z"?).
Ir jaaizvairaas no pieskaarieniem un cilveekiem, citaadi viss agri vai veelu sasildaas un seksualizeejas.

Tukshums ir kaut kas nenoliedzami deriigs, kas atdala divus vaardus, divus cilveekus vienu no otra. Tukshums ir distance jeb attaalums no viena liidz otram, kuru veicot es riskeetu, pazaudeet saakumu, turpinaajumu un beigas. Distance ir kaut kas nenoliedzami iederiigs, kas rada sajuutu par meerkja nepiecieshamiibu un mans meerkjis ir uztureet sho sajuutu, vienlaiciigi speejot saglabaat distanci - speet nodaliit meerkji no meerkja nepiecieshamiibas.
Tas mani attureetu no darbiibaam, kas ir logjiskas, bet bezjeedziigas.

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(bez virsraksta)

Aug. 10., 2003 | 10:34 pm
mood: nauseated
music: Keith Jarrett. The Koln Concert (1975)

Vakarnakt sapnii es vareeju redzeet zikuraatu, bet neredzeeju.

Shkjiet, mani vajaa sveetki.

Mirklja citaats:
"I came up with a new game show recently. It's called "The Old Game". We got three old guys with loaded guns on stage. They look back at their lives, see who they were, what they accomplished, how close they came to realising their dreams...
The Winner...is the one who doesn't blow his brains out...
He gets the refridgerator...

/Confessions of the Dangerous Mind/

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