22 October 2011 @ 09:09 am
 
vakardiena

visa mana apniciigaa un bezjeedziigaa praatuljoshana par lietaam ka vinjas ir eenainas un brutaaalas un apokaliptiskas, tas viss ir vienkaarshi taapeec ka atshkjiriibaa no seemingly visiem citiem pasaules cilveekiem nevaru pieveersties skaistaam un patiikamaam lietaam, jo man VAJAG zinaat kaa vinjas ietilpst kopeejaa pasaules un eksistences bildee un kaadi ir manu veelmju ceelonji un kaadas buus sekas un vai taas ir MANAS veelmes, un vai tas visa beigaas ir svariigi ka taam pieveershos un vai tas mani padariis par labaaku vai sliktaaku cilveeku un vai vispaar eksistee universaala noziime 'labam' un 'sliktam'. peec tam kad visa shii kritika manaa nelielajaa meitenes galvaa sariiko elles balliiti, kaa dzelzs duure uz galda vinjas saberzh episks 'pietiek, pohuj' thus es vienkaarshi palieku guultaa passively boozing un skatoties uz soothing atteeliem vai kaa aust meeness.
 
 
simfonija: dire straits - brothers in arms
 
 
22 October 2011 @ 06:55 pm
love  
You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict–and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unrevered or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment?
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