Kaapeec dziive nevar likt mani mieraa? Man ir mans parastais stuuriitis, kur es mazgaaju traukus un seezhu ar siera gabalinju. Kaapeec peekshnji uzrodas kaut kaadas transcendentaalaas multidimensiju magic fire buutnes un visu negliiti izgaismo un aptraipo reizee. Es zinu, ka viss mans praats ir perpetual meli un maldugunis, but this has hit hard. Es ceru, ka es kaut kaadu naakamo dienu atkal pamodiishos savaa mieriigajaa voblinjaa un viss buus parasti, un es vareeshu seedeet ar savu siera gabalinju un smieties par parastajiem jokiem, praatam nedegot.

Mani arvien mierina doma par to cik dziive ir iisa. Savam praatam es neuzticos, kaut kaads attaals logos ir varbuut pat iluuzija un zheeliiga cilveeku ceriibinja, ungrounded in reality. You also cannot live like a neat robot, as life always fusses you with magic and unexpected divinities and tragedies, sometimes mixed up in one.

Torment, torment, torment. All i wanted was a brief tedium, but i get torment.

Es veelos dzert viinu un klausiities The National visu sho lietaino, confusing riitu. Bet man jaasagaida Sainsburys delivery, tad jaaliek K guleet, tad jaataisa pusdienas, tad jaaiznjem S no skolas, tad jaakaarto maaja, tad jaataisa vakarinjas, tad jaataisa bedime, varbuut veel jaaspeeleejas, all with a sober, exploded mind.

Un tikko Sainsburys zvaniija un teica, ka neko nevar piegaadaat jo celjsh ir sleegts, which means i don't even have coffee for this morning :')