man arii gribaas citeet Trumpuli, citeet domaajot par to, kaa mani ir nogurdinaajis, tas, ka visu laiku kaut kas rausta, so here it goes: "Bad!", un veel arii: "Sad!"

veeljovairaak, es juutos kaa tikko iekaapusi neitraalaa zonaa, kur, here it goes: "I don’t want people to know what my thinking is" un kur I don't even want to know what my own thinking is. here it goes: “I don’t know. I mean, we’ll see.”

es gribu buut kaa tie filmu aloof pusmuuzha viirieshi, kuri, lai kas notiktu, reagjee noliekot aviizi, a shrug, nopuushas, pacelj kafijas kruuzi, izdzer malcinju, pieceljas, sakaarto shlipsi un nosaka let's get on with this shall we

stalkereet pasham savu sirdi ir skaisti un ceeli, bet tad arii es tikai to ekskluziivi gribu dariit. nevis paraleeli sekot vaikstiigaam, petty ego emocijaam, kas sevi izspeelee jau 1897. reizi peec kaartas. visa mana buutne un taas veidi, arhetipi, viss man ir izklaats priekshaa kaa bezgaliigs un bezgaliigi paarredzams palags, un tas mani garlaiko. visi trigeriishi kaa klavieru taustinji rindaa sastajaushies un speelee melodiju, kas ir sena un apniciiga. there is zero novelty left in any of my reactions. all i wanted is virtue, and if i fail virtue, then i shall be virtuous about it, repeat