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[May. 7th, 2019|11:18 pm] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Jeremy Zucker - All the kids are depressed | ] |
Reāli. Neviens Tevi nevar apcietināt par lazaņjas ēšanu dušā.
Svēta ziņa.
Tagad ej un esi brīvs! |
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| Seagulls |
[Apr. 15th, 2019|11:34 pm] |
poke me in the coconut
mh-hm |
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| Pieaugušo problēmas |
[Apr. 13th, 2019|11:48 pm] |
Kad visi no rīta esam samulsuši: Do we kiss?
Vismaz awkward buča uz vaiga bija. |
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| Gerdudiena |
[Mar. 18th, 2019|01:04 am] |
Tā aizballējos, ka pazaudēju nedēļas nogali.
Enough is enough.
Noskatījāmies to Velvet Buzzsaw. Inčīgi, bet tagad man šķiet, ka ejot uz tualeti, pa logu kāds uz mani skatās.
Restorānā, ko sauc ''Baltic'', par brīnumu, nav neviena Baltijas ēdiena, bet toties poļu desas un žureks bija fantastisks.
A decent nameday filled with food, fright and naps. |
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| Par kokaīnu |
[Mar. 3rd, 2019|12:09 pm] |
Reāli, nekas tur nav.
Mazliet vairāk ''atmodies'' jūties. |
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| Kur kronis? |
[Feb. 6th, 2019|11:14 pm] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | FLESH - Black crown | ] |
Miers. Nemiers.
Agri celties uz darbu nav man. Bet nav arí ne-man.
Londona ir jokaina. |
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| Vienkārši notiek |
[Dec. 17th, 2018|07:58 am] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Kerli - Savages | ] |
Sēdēju bezdarbībā pēdējos mēnešus un vienkārši gaidīju to ''kaut ko'''.
Un tad pēkšņi viss notiek.
Divas vietas mani vienlaicīgi grib. Es jau labprāt to Braitonu, bet.. sorry. Kapitālisms uzvarēja. Nākotnē gan :)
30 gadi, no more heartache un es pārceļos uz Londonu.
Būs jokaini, bet labi. Be happy. Be happy.
Pamosties 6am no tā, ka gribas ēst un tad ar atsildītu ''curry'' sēdēt pie Heroes 3 is what adult life is all about.. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2018|06:43 pm] |
Biju uz Ievads Šamanismā kursu.
Vispār interesanti. Pa lielam bija sajūta, ka nezinu, ko daru un vai ir ok, bet tā kaut ko interesantu redzēju un izjutu. |
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| Pastel Suicide |
[Nov. 3rd, 2018|05:24 pm] |
A warm, beautiful sunday at the mall. Rays of light play in the fountain, creating small colorful rainbows all around. The crowd is chattering and laughing. Smell of popcorn and corn dogs and celebration is in the air. I'm holding the pink balloon the woman gave to me by the entrance. It's a lovely pastel pink. It might even be my favourite. I gaze up and blink, as the light is so bright its almost blinding, even through the sea-green moisaic windows. Suddenly the crowd gasps and it feels like the air has gone cold and the colors have washed away to monochromatic matte. I see something move in a strange manner from the corner of my eye. As I turn around, the man has already placed the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. Its a loud noise, exactly like something out of a Hollywood movie, I recall. So they do strive for a realistic approach. The man slowly falls to the floor and I can see through the hole in the back of his head. Again, just like I would expect it to be, edited nicely in a film. The crowd has turned into a thick wool, covering all exits of the mall. I feel my stomach churn, my head fills with a strange darkness and theres a bit of red on my coat. I would really like to get away, but the worst thing is - I don't remember where I parked my car. |
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| Maybe. Probably. |
[Nov. 3rd, 2018|05:23 pm] |
There's just the humming of the electricity lines and the crickets in the night. The city noise far away, scraping of metal, teeth grinding and muffled cries of somebody I just met. Maybe an animal in the darkness, eyes shining yellow staring at the headlight and everything just moves on its own in the wind, but see, out here it's nice. There's a pub where everyone just goes to because apart from the smell of tires rubbing against heated tar and the hellish noise coming from the factory that sometimes sounds like a marching band of sad gnomes, there's nothing important, really. And everyone has run out of jokes, at least no one is laughing anymore or maybe I never had a sense of humour, you see. Probably. Maybe. It got really quiet. And everyone has locked their doors, modems hissing in a soft choir with the fridges, and the spluttering of the sewerage, and the beeps and the buzzes and the ticking and the crieking and the snoring on and on and on into another circle of hell.
Just another bump in the dark when you were somewhat asleep. It's nothing. Probably. Maybe. There's nothing behind the curtains, honestly, see. It's just the dream you were having of the town and the pub and the marching band of the sad gnomes and the buzzing and the crieking. Don't look. It's just you. Probably. Maybe. And then there's the part where nobody is laughing anymore, but I think it's because they never had a sense of humour, you see. Vertebrae softly breaking apart, warm, sticky bubbles gathering in small pools for their own little adventure and the world goes quiet, as if the rolling cameras and the lights suddently went out of commision. The buzzing and crieking and humming and ticking and beeping in that one circle of hell. It stops. The curtain is closed and the sky is dark and quiet and there's maybe a stray cat somewhere. Probably. Maybe, but it's oh so nice here. |
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[Nov. 1st, 2018|10:41 pm] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Bon Iver - Blood Bank | ] |
Divas garas stundas cenšoties atrast daudz maz paceļamas biļetes uz mājām pa Ziemīšiem. Viens NoVriMo stāstiņš ar ko veiksmīgi aizsākt rakstu Novembri. Viena TIGA award manai spēlei. Viena salauzta sirds.
Day well spent. <3 |
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| Olafur Arnalds |
[Oct. 1st, 2018|05:10 pm] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Ólafur Arnalds - Day V Lost Song | ] |
Biju sestdien Edinburgā iekš Assembly Rooms uz Olafur'a koncertu.
Traki maģiski.
Pie otrās dziesmas pat apraudājos.
Skaņa.
Emocija.
Miers. |
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| Fall in love |
[Sep. 28th, 2018|01:00 am] |
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"You're not bad, you're hurt." |
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[Sep. 26th, 2018|12:25 am] |
And this is me - she thought - as she looked across the town.
Crooked streets, mismatched, cracked walls of buildings nobody lived in anymore, but it felt so warm.
The newly built corners. Gardens, colours, bright green front lawns and shiny traffic lights.
Everything was as normal as it should be.
Except, on fire. |
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| Free fall for now. |
[Sep. 9th, 2018|05:42 pm] |
Kaut káds jokains laiks visiem.
Free fall for now.
For a second I thought the world was ending and I couldn't breathe.
Yeah, this might not be your time.
Yeah, these might be the worst times, but if this is the worst, then ,really, you're good.
Fuck the summertime.
It's all about you.
Call it what you want, I call it moving on.
Call it what you want, I call it growing up.
Free fall for now.
Till you're done with words that don't mean anything to you anymore.
/Eden |
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[Aug. 11th, 2018|06:16 pm] |
Jauns dators, jauna dzíve.
hm.
tik jásaliek viss pa plauktinjiem un nedéljas nogale neizejot no dzívoklja var sákties |
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| Līgo |
[Jun. 23rd, 2018|03:08 pm] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Anilah - Medicine Chant | ] |
Jāņu laiks ārpus Latvijas vienmēr ir jokains.
Tāpat cepu, daru, dzeru Bauskas alu (+ viens obligātais bērnu dienu Aldarītis), sēžu pie ugunskura utt utt.
It kā ir, bet, protams, it kā nav.
Būs forši gan
Būs vainagi
Būs šašliki
Būs ķiploku grauzdiņi un daudz daudz foršu cilvēku.
Excite,
visu nakti gan nav spēka.
Old age, laikam |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2018|02:05 pm] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Jeremy Zucker - Wildfire | ] |
Pilnīgi neticās, ka mums Skotijā var būt tik foršs laiks. Kas notiek? :D Saulīte, silts, jauks, WAH!
Te tev nu bija brīvdienu plāns sēdēt iekšā un spēlēt datoru.
Grēks atrunāties no BBQ. Žēl tik, ka uz axe-throwing netiku :/ |
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| Night of chores, gym and experimentation |
[May. 13th, 2018|10:11 pm] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| | thankful | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Gorillaz - On Melancholy Hill | ] |
Akdies. Nomirt no pārēšanās, šķiet, šobrīd, ir ļoti reāla.
Chicken Satay - omg
Prawn tempura - omg omg
Experimental sea salt brownie muffins ... -OMG OMG OMG!!!
Gatavot ir tik forši :) Man tik žēl cilvēku, kam nepatīk/nesanāk. It īpaši šeku uz salas, kur grūši dabūt ko jauku/garšīgu un veselīgu vienā ēdienā. Parasti ir tikai viens no šiem trim ''perequisites''. |
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| Keto |
[May. 6th, 2018|06:27 pm] |
Interesanti, cik ļoti ēdiens tevi maina. Cik ļoti plānot ēdienreizes, lasīt visus iepakojuma ''labelus'' un sekot līdzi ir vai nav tas, ko es drīkstu ēst, ietekmē dzīvi. Nekādas pasēdēšanas pabā ar aliņu, nekāda šokolādīte, nekādu kartupeļu (sob). Nekas traks nav. Pilns vēders un kilogrami lēnām kūst kā ledus pavasara saulītē.
Beidzot nav tik auksts un var arī paskriet iziet, ne tikai uz džimu. |
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