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"I myself, as many people well know, had basically enthralled myself into the degradation of my soul. I had taken the small amount of decay I did have and just built it. I let it grow. I wanted to become fully decayed in mind, soul, body, everything. I wanted to be darkness." |
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[Feb. 17th, 2019|02:34 am] |
Dazhreiz mani satrauc tas, ka mani tik viegli satrauc, ko par mani saka kaut kaadas mietpilsoniskas, garlaiciigas tantes u.c. Bet tad es sevi mierinu ar domu, ka es nepatiiku tiem, kas mani nepaziist un, kaa likums - garlaiciigiem mietpilsonjiem. Bet krutiem cilveekiem es patiiku. Man ir svariigi patikt.
Lai uzzinaatu, kaads es esmu patiesiibaa, tev vajag buut 1)draudziigam pret mani, un 2)ar liidizigu domaashanu. Ja iztruukst kaads no shiem punktiem vai abi, tad es esmu vairaak vai mazaak nosleedzies. Shaadaas situaacijaas mietpilsonji (kuri man nav interesanti un taapeec es ar vinjiem nekomuniceeju) var pat padomaat, ka esmu debils, gariigi atpalicis vai arii vinji vienkaarshi nezin, ko par mani padomaat.
Es miilu visus, tomeer visgruutaak man netiesaat tos, kuri citus (un jo iipashi, mani) tiesaa. Man ir gruuti nebuut spogulim. Mana dviinju liesma ir kaut kaads rezoneejoshais spogulis un es vinju saprotu. Vinja ir mans kompanjons. |
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