piedirstais melnais caurums

... jo nobastoju baseinu, uz kuru tik ļoti gribēju iet šorīt :D

Life is a story
Go ahead and find your sight

But to live means to be here
In the present now
Do try to bow for the gift of your day
Then you cede to the morning sun

Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
/ Serj Tankian feat. Tony IommI - Patterns /

I'm no pretender.

...And you gotta make it where?

PS. Ivonna... bļēeeeee

So messed up I want you here
In my room I want you here
Now we're gonna be Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down In my favorite place
And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well c'mon
Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well c'mon
/ The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog / kstatji - šis ir gabals ir no šīs dievīgās filmas OST

Field report : Crystal clear senses . Subject has spent a great time with former classmates and friends. He still possesses quite good skill at blowing smoke rings using waterpipe. Has taken part in shooting few compromising photos.

PS. joprojām ienīstu desu ( kolbasņiks ) kā tādu lietu var klausīties vispār :D

"moja mama gavorila - kalbasjora eto sila!"

Lamb of God - Redneck.
Viena sulīga dziesma, tiem, kam nepatīk metalcore, neiesaku. Tiem ,kas vēlas uzzināt, kas tas ir - silti iesaku. Tiem, kas jau zin - komentāri lieki :)


qotd =>
- it happens that we must kill you...
- well...since you put it that way - I'm in !

Par šito vēl ilgi smējos, un atceroties sejai pārslīd pāri smīns. Gluži, kā 'melnais' atgadījums par tēmu "ātrums nogalina".

PS. enerģijas man netrūkst, bet es esmu pārguris ... must sleep!

Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine
And you gotta make it where?
To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell
An empty dream
A selfish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you and your naive profession
Have no illusions boy
Vomit all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake and serve
And don't just think just wake and serve
...
Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You!
Yes YOU!
/ RATM - Snakecharmer /