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[Sep. 21st, 2011|08:52 pm] |
the thing is i don't find it funny anymore what i say.
but i say aeroplane. daddy. big daddy.
big mama and a cat on a hot tin roof.
might be a delicate piece of writing. o, wait, it might be mdma.
oh mr clown what have you got there?
i got some flowers mr blowers.
oh, splendid! mr doodilidā.
of course if we watch from my point of view it is quite splendid, quite quite, yes, mhmm.
and thus we come to mdma once more, would anyone like to share their experience?
i would like to share. once i slept with my boyfriend and he was afraid to touch me and i said, whats wrong? i kinda looked at me with these really weird eyes, and i was like dude, what stage are you on? and he was like, o i'm sorry hunny i cant speak to you right now. and i was like ok whatever im going home. and he was like, o no stay stay please i really need you. and i was like, ok, alright, just dont freak me out ok? ok, i promise, just stay, just for one night. just for one night?! what?! are you breaking up with me? hei, listen, im sorry im on some drug right now, ill explain it to you later. fuck this shit, fuck you and your mother, you slutty motherfucker, cocksucking cunt, i hope .. i whatever, i dont really care about you that much, got a joint? thanks man. skatuves gaismas izdziest, tumsā paliek tikai oglīte, kas te iegailas, te, kas ir ar to latviešu valodu, viņa taču totāli nav paredzēta man, es jūtos kā pa celmiem, piemēram, kaut vai viņa sakapr dzīvu būtni bet par nedzīv saka tā, kāda vispār šķirba, tikai nosit manu uzmanību. nē, patiešām, kas bia tas joks, ko tas slavenais aktieris teica, kad sieva pārnāk mājās un redz viņu vienu pašu sēžam pie uzklāta galda un ne jau svaigi uzklāta, mind you, var redzēt, ka dzīres jau notiek kādu laiku. un viņa prasa, kas tas ir? un viņš jau krietnās burās, knapiturās gandrīz tā teikt, uzkož gurķi un saka, trakas lietas, mīļā, es škiros. viņa, ko, kas, par ko tu runā, tu taču esi galīgi sadzēries un ņemas krāmēt nost pudeles, tūlīt jau liks vīru gulēt, bet šis satrakojas, grūž sievu malā, velk ārā siksnu un tūlīt jau būs ierastā ģimenes drāma ar vīru, kas sit sievu, piezīmēšu, ka viņš nekad līdz šim nav sitis sievu, bet vēl nav arī nav iesitis, tāpēc tas līdz šim bija kas, uzrauciens no autora puses? redziet, dārgie draugi... neinteresējat jūs man. |
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