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magda's LiveJournal:
| Friday, April 16th, 2010 | |
| 1:24 pm | manas plaukstas ir krustzirnekļi |
| Thursday, April 15th, 2010 | |
| 10:24 am | Sievietes bez vīriešiem kļūst raupjas, skaļas, neglītas (iekšēji neglītas). Pazūd smalkums un graciozitāte. Pazūd maigais skanējums. Sieviete bez vīrieša ir divdabis. |
| Wednesday, February 10th, 2010 | |
| 5:07 pm | U became the dark side of my light. |
| Tuesday, January 26th, 2010 | |
| 8:25 pm | Pa visu šo laiku šis tas ir mainījies. Daudz pīpēju. Vēl vairāk dzeru. Ir sācis mocīt klepus. Tāds, ka jūtu plaušas. Vēl šis tas daudzkas ir mainījies. Bet šodien ir man diena. Pēc tik daudziem laikiem. :-) |
| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 | |
| 4:43 pm | Somebody is trying me. Somebody is trying on me. Good luck :-) I'm a kind of a free. Dancing in the street. Like a queen. |
| Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | |
| 3:52 pm | Man arī droši vien būs veca āda. Es tagad jau redzu faktūru. Tikai tagd āda ir bieza un stingra. Bet tad, kad jau daudzi gadi būs pagājuši, tad āda būs tāda pati kā mammai - ar to pašu rakstu, caurspīdīga, pat trausla un mīksta. Interesanti, ka mūsu ķermeņi tā noveco. Viņi uzrada visādas paliekošas (puspaliekošas lietas) un tad noveco. Un pazūd. |
| Thursday, April 16th, 2009 | |
| 10:27 am | Vakar konstatēja personības dalīšanos. Jāsāk sevi vērot. |
| Monday, March 23rd, 2009 | |
| 2:40 pm | cik superīgi :-) Think of you with pipe and slippers Think of her in bed Laying there just watching telly Then think of me instead I'll never grow so old and flabby That could never be Don't marry her, fuck me And your love light shines like cardboard But your work shoes are glistening She's a PhD in "I told you so" You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening" She'll grab your sweaty bollocks Then slowly raise her knee Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me Those lovely Sunday mornings With breakfast brought in bed Those blackbirds look like knitting needles Trying to peck your head Those birds will peck your soul out And throw away the key Don't marry her, fuck me And the kitchen's always tidy And the bathroom's always clean She's a diploma in "just hiding things" You've a first in "low esteem" When your socks smell of angels But your life smells of Brie Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me |
| Sunday, March 22nd, 2009 | |
| 8:10 pm | Sex kills in sunny sundays. Sex kills, vai ne? |
| Wednesday, March 11th, 2009 | |
| 4:56 pm | I'm afraid of the dark, 'specially when I'm in a park And there's no-one else around, Ooh, I get the shivers I don't want to see a ghost, It's a sight that I fear most I'd rather have a piece of toast And watch the evening news |
| Tuesday, January 20th, 2009 | |
| 2:58 pm | Es esmu interesanta. |
| 2:17 pm | lalalallallallaaa Blablablablabla Kā viņi te visi runā. Es nevaru pastrrrrrrrrrrādāt. |
| 11:32 am | Man mamma atdeva smaržas. Zanei mamma sadūra ledusskapi.Bet smaržas arī atdeva. :-) |
| Monday, January 19th, 2009 | |
| 10:09 am | Šodien jūtos pilnīgi nederīga. |
| Sunday, January 18th, 2009 | |
| 9:22 pm | Sist, sist, sist. Kamēr visu trakumu izsit ārā. No galvas. Un no sirds. Un no vēdera kamēr visu izsit ārā. Sist vajag ar pēdām pa asfaltu. Lai viss izsitas ārā. Un tad vajag elpot. Beidzot. Tā, lai jums no manis paliek bail. |
| Monday, January 12th, 2009 | |
| 10:56 pm | Man patīk, kā man smaržo galvas āda. Kad paberzē pirkstus pa matu saknēm. Un tad pasmaržo. Pēc mājām smaržo. |
| Sunday, January 11th, 2009 | |
| 9:08 pm | tāda kā pusdzīve sanāk. tāds kā pusvārīts. es pa pusei. kā bolivudas romatika. pa pusei. kaut kur ne pie zemes ne debesīs. kaut kur ne pa īstam ne pa neīstam. ne nogurdinoši, ne uzbudinoši, ne bīstami, ne droši, ne izspļaut, ne paturēt. Kaut kur pa vidu. |
| Friday, December 19th, 2008 | |
| 5:16 pm | Pēc divām karstvīna krūzēm atnāca spams: "Don't disapear again". Well, I will :-) |
| Monday, December 1st, 2008 | |
| 10:36 am | |
| Monday, October 27th, 2008 | |
| 2:46 pm | Kā tādā vāveres ritenī ritenī vāveres tādā kĀ Kā tādā kņudošā vēderā Veros es vecmātes ņieburā Paķeru cepuri Noauju kājas Rudens ir atnācis Lapas ir vājas Karājas zaros Zemē krīt Sagriežas virpulī Logos spīd Gaismiņas spožas Actiņas vājas Vecais kurmis ir atnācis mājās |