fantastikal - 4. Septembris 2011
4. Septembris 2011
Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 11:50
astāj mani vienu bez dabas un kas tik man neienāk prāta... scary

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Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 11:53
☑ shaky two-day recovery

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Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 15:18
jau kuro reizi pierādās, ka manās mīļākajās pamestajās vietās rīgā, pie dabas, ir zogams wifi. fantastiski ;D

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Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 18:35
I ran today.

im always running away .

running makes me do things
to be BIG
to be s m a l l
but the real me shows up just then, when
i want to make the run
as fun
as possible

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Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 19:45
it's not about beauty, it's about LUST

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Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 19:48
to loose faith in beauty. nothing is beautiful. it's so easy to simulate. it's so easy to make. nothing is beautiful. it is all fake.
what is good? what is not? how many years, weeks months do you give me, before i drop dead, or die trying? what's the point of anything? it's just lust. a lust for something. right. now. a lust. yes, to take away the pain, but that is not important. what is important is here. now. lust. for this. i want this. i want this so hard and i won't want it later. later i might want to die. what is death? what is life? is it worth living, if living is holding on, waiting, till you finally get what you want? smilling to pass the time, saying yees yees and doing your best impression of fun so they never go away, save you're left with THIS again. what is life? what is the use of breathing? what is a breath? how do you breath? how many breaths per second are healthy? what is health? why is all this important?


look...! up! the sun.... it's so warm

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Svētdiena, 4. Septembris 2011 22:24
man patīk, kad iet cauri vecrīgai, uz katra stūra kāds instruments skan
es aizraujos,,

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