i just feel like everything is persistently and continuously piece by piece disintegrating and getting shitstormier. taa it kaa dziivot buutu staaveet uz liela akmenja, kas diivaini un haotiski dreifee izplatiijumaa. ja tu uz vinja noturies, tad ik gadu no vinja atluuzt kaads gabals. cilveeku, attieciibu vai paarlieciibu veidolaa.

demagogjija ir histeerisksi noruupeejusies, lai visus paarliecinaatu, ka cilveeks ir biokjiimiska rekacija ar kuru evoluucija speeleejas kaa ar vaaru naktstaurinju, so somehow it just makes sense to just keep on keeping calm and carrying on, jo jebkas kas vareetu notikt ir normaali and under no circumstance do not acknowledge your sense of unfairness, angst and confusion, but joke about it instead or at least be zen about it.

man vienmeer shkjiet, ka dziivojot ir aatri jaapiekjeras pie kaut kaa ko tu gribi, pirms tavs akmens blukjis uz kura tu haotiski dreifee ir galiigi sadrupis. taa it kaa kaut kam piekjeroties tu vareetu dziivot muuzhiigi, kas ir pati peedeejaa paarlieciiba-iluuzija, kas tev izsliidees no rokaam pashaa peedeejajaa briidii.