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The Hand That Breeds

Posted on 2011.10.29 at 14:35
Doom: Dumpis
Mūza: Satyricon
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Un atkal par mata tiesu no bezdibeņa...



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norvēģiski, unrelated )

Pēdējais

Posted on 2011.10.22 at 23:28
Doom: Apokalupsis Eschaton
Mūza: Dopedrone
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Nu tagad gan

Viss apnicis )

<3

Vielas

Posted on 2011.10.20 at 20:12
Doom: PNPPPP
Mūza: Rosewater
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    I have no particular objection to people taking substances that make them feel better or more contended, or, for that matter, see little dancing purple fairies — or even their god if it comes to that. it’s their brain, after all, and society can have no claim on it, providing they’re not operating heavy machinery at the time.


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Nelaiķa runa

Posted on 2011.10.06 at 09:01
Doom: 1955-2011
Mūza: Antonín Dvořák
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    When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

    Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

    No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

    Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.



Vētrasputns

Posted on 2011.10.02 at 19:31
Doom: Storm
Mūza: Falkenbach
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There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is — particularly the artist — particularly myself!

    Hermann Hesse


Lādīte

Posted on 2011.09.27 at 19:53
Doom: Vēljoprojām skaists
Mūza: Negură Bunget
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    Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

      Mary Oliver

God Or Man

Posted on 2011.09.27 at 12:33
Doom: Līdz vakaram
Mūza: Manowar
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Tell Me
Will I live or Die
Then tell me Why
Tell me who I am
God or Man


Manowar, 2009

Vakar ieziemoju bites un no vienīgā pilnā stropa izcēlu 50 latus (tik maksātu veikalā). Tas ir ļoti maz :)

Mākslīgi

Posted on 2011.09.15 at 05:04
Doom: Precedents
Mūza: Impaled Nazarene
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Nokaunēties mēdz būt tik veselīgi*, ka reizēm pat vajag radīt tam pamatu. Varbūt

* lai savāktos, protams

Un tad es ieslēdzu Deadwood apmēram no vietas, kur pirms kāda mēneša aptrūkās jaudas skatīties (11. sērijas beigas, mācītājs slims, saimnieks nikns, visi maukas) un uzreiz vismaz divi citāti par tēmu...

I'm long past judgment, and I've learned that no matter what people say or how civil they seem, their passions rule.

un

I mean, you- you gotta behave like a grown fucking man. You gotta shut the fuck up, don't be sorry, don't look fucking back. Because, believe me, no one gives a fuck.


Saglabāts

Posted on 2011.09.05 at 09:03
Doom: Viss kārtībā
Mūza: Psyclon Nine
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    Nedrošība, kauns, frīkainums, neveiklība, nespēja menedžēt uztraukumu un citas komunikācijas barjeras ir galvenās lietas cilvēka dzīvē. Tādā ziņā, ka tās nosaka to, kā tev iet ar citiem cilvēkiem un kāda, šo spoguļojot, veidojas tava pašvērtība. Blogos no tā visa nav redzams pilnīgi nekas.

      Agnese Krivade

Elku mijkrēslis

Posted on 2011.08.23 at 01:25
Doom: Nemiegs
Mūza: Vilkduja
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    To live alone one must be a beast or a god, says Aristotle. Leaving out the third case: one must be both—a philosopher.




Jagulāri

Posted on 2011.06.05 at 16:34
Doom: K. sviests
Mūza: Lalleshwari
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Sivēns pieķērās Pūka ķepai, lai Pūkam būtu drošāk, ja viņš gadījumā nobītos.
- Vai tas ir kāds Plēsīgais Zvērs? - Sivēns jautāja, skatīdamies uz otru pusi.
Pūks pamāja.
- Tas ir Jagulārs, - viņš teica.
- Ko Jagulāri dara? - jautāja Sivēns, cerēdams, ka viņi to nedarīs.
- Viņi noslēpjas koku zaros un uzklūp tiem, kas apakšā, - paskaidroja Pūks. - Kristofers Robins man stāstīja.
- Varbūt neiesim viņam apakšā, Pūk? Uzklupdams viņš var sasisties.
- Viņi nekad nesasitas, - teica Pūks. - Viņi ir ļoti labi uzklupēji.
Sivēns juta, ka nokļūt zem koka, kura sēž Ļoti Labi Uzklupēji būtu liela Aplamība, un viņš jau taisījās skriet uz māju, kur bija kaut ko aizmirsis, kad Jagulārs viņus uzrunāja. - Palīgā! Palīgā! - viņš vaimanāja.
- Jagulāri tā vienmēr dara, - teica Pūks, ļoti ieinteresēts. - Viņi kliedz: "Palīgā! Palīgā!" - un, kad tu paskaties uz augšu, viņi tev uzklūp.
- Es skatos uz leju!- Sivēns iebrēcās, lai Jagulārs aiz pārskatīšanās neizdarītu to, ko nevajag.

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