i always collapse under emotion. my intentions are bestest, they are pure and graceful and ardently virtuously perfectly high very, bet taa it kaa jebkura miniatuuraakaa pasaules instance buutu paklajuta nelokaamai funkcijai, kas paredz to emocionaali kaapinaat to the power of infinitely lot, sheer massive, tragic, unbound. i am just so full of this, taada ljoti piesaatinaata, bagaatiiga, easily supercharged epifenomenaalija. ja es nebuutu cilveeks tad es buutu benziins, pietiek ar vismazaako dzirksteliiti, un naakamajaa briidii es noveerteeju postiijumus.

un kameer es it kaa maigi pastaigaajos apaatijaa, ticot, ka this ir the end of the path, tikmeer dzilji, apsleepti procesi buuvee naakamo ugunskuru un darbu labi padariijushi, seezh uz blukjiisha, dzer cigorinju kafiju, piipee ciigas, smaida saartiem vaigiem, kameer vakara saule noseezhas sarkanaa juuraa, signalizeejot ugunsnelaimi, kas vienmeer naak.