| September 1st, 2010 |
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- why don't you write something?
- the world deserves only silence
- silence of the lambs?
- silence of being utterly destroyed
pēc pauzes, it kā runājot ar citu personu
- just give me anything
- love, poetry and kafka
- now, you see, i tricked you into abandoning your high-postulated momentum although you never claimed to reside in one because you are always ready to go further for the simple reason that you know it is impossible to remain immobile; it either gets boring or you just switch your switch, you are always open you just always win in that short moment in the past and remain a plain human being in present.
- whatever your need for explanations dictates you to come up with.
- you can not deny that you need me.
- i don't need you. you just are. i don't know how it would be without you.
- although you have doubts in this regard.
- yes, i'm a mere mortal who is winning only in a short period in the past.
now the other party feels privileged and inclined to remain silent for a moment to devour its short victory. |
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nevis kā atļauties pārdot pasaulei to lētumu, ko tā vēlas un ko tu spēj tai sniegt, bet kā pārvarēt savus maldus un dzīvot pasaulē, kuras sastāvdaļa tavs prāts ir |
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i myself was astounded by the angle of my thinking and for a moment i reckoned i have come upon some profound string but was soon discouraged by my subjective impossibility of comfort in this existance. nevertheless by manipulating my attitude and reaction towards possibly inferior forces of perception of my person i came upon a serene state in which nothing tries to threaten me or my viewpoint. which might be viewed as a slight deceit and wishful thinking unless i wouldn't have payed the full price regarding possible objections meaning that i have reached and felt the bottom of whirlwind of aggression |
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i should try to explain myself more often because my explanations are rusty, a bit naive and not sophisticated but i feel a great potential which needs more weight at its side to outweigh the loud words i used to describe my ability to explain myself |
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i am doing a serious writing in amidst kindergarten for deranged children and not only i don't mind i commend such an opportunity because i want to feel genius amidst madness and not a cleverness and niceness amidst mediocrity of household existance. and for this purpose being ridiculed serves a noble cause towards being able to contain myself against dreadfulness that this madness is only a comic script. or did i contradict myself in some detail? nevertheless i prefer bullied kids instead of coolies. and, yes, continue my thinking for me because i'm spacing out |
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latviešu valoda ir novesta līdz ņirgu līmenim. tikai par šņabi vēl runā nopietni |
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runāt nav domāt, domāt ir muldēt |
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eu politiskie jums vēl neapnika mentālās bildes viens otram sūtīt ar valodas palīdzību |
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takš ielieciet tviterī vebkameru nevis šķūrējiet vislaik kunkulī |
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truleņi dzer pienu viņu bērni kļūst par reketieriem |
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