00:59 - principialitāte vs realitāte
Jautājumu "kas ir galvenais?" var uzdot tikai tāds cilvēks, kurš nesaprot, kā viss darbojas. Struktūras sastāv no daudziem elementiem, un to funkcionālais minimums - tāpat. Kas galvenais velosipēdā: rati, ķēde vai rāmis? Un kas dzīvē?
01:16 - ever onwards
Īsnībā pat patīkami saprast, ka vēl esmu mazs un dumjš. Līdzīgi kā tagad nereāli krutas šķiet kkādas bērnības fīčas. Un tomēr bērnība ir sūds, un paliek tikai aizvien labāk. Protams, ja nenogalini sevi mentāli.
02:42 - concur
vēl bija tā
just ([info]po) rakstīja,
@ 2012-12-01 18:06:00
consistent repression becomes a depression
steadfastly heading for deeper recession
obtaining attention by becoming a patient
and patience becomes you till resuscitation
privacy forming a deprivation
elusively looking for safer elation
a private perversion of introversion
a touch forms aversion in fear of immersion
impervious to any heartfelt invasion
pervasion of love or any sensation
interconnection exchanged for deflection
infection, neglection for faulty perfection
depressed and obsessed with burn-out and stress
haphazard help bought as happiness
having it all is now having much less
concede a defeat, concur and confess
21:44 - Kā varētu izstīties kompju errori
Error: A corruption has occured, many megadeaths of megabytes have taken toll. The mine-field that remains across the vast and dreary ruins of this system heeds warning not to step too heavily upon the click that may indeed be last that you will know within the body of the calculating brain that ever-so and to excess would kindly offer you retreat among the pornographic jungles, music notwithstanding, filling you with uttermost of pleasures still available to someone who will never rise and step ahead to yet become a mighty beast of fortune, roaming landscapes ever grander, untagged and unlisted, abundantly pervading all senses, peripheral and yielding, drenching heart and soul that you possess betwixt thy lungs depressed and shrouded in the gloomy gasps for air, so fiendishly refreshing, pressing function keys, refresh, don't cache it, hey, shit, how you get moulded by the ditch of hyper-highways linking all the thinking into thing forever blinking in your face. Escape, and stay afar from troubles herefore pending. Stop pretending. Your life by this obstruction is not ending.