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[May. 28th, 2005|12:07 pm] |
Var jau buut, ka labaaks nosaukums buutu 9 Songs vs. A love song for Billy Long bet tas jau neatbilstu patiesiibai...
Visaadi citaadi es uzdodu jautaajumu, kaads pasmejaas un es prasu velreiz, es eju, kaads nokriit, neviens negulj, tas iesit, tie tur pasmiin, bet viņas ir sašutušas, nabags pārbijies bēg...arī viņi bēg...tikai tas jau ir pirms vai pēc tam...pamostos un atkal sevi pierādu...briviba? laikam jau veertiibas pashai par sevi nekaadas, tikai kopumaa ar bonus punktiem un lauku meiteneem īsos, košos vai vienkārši spilgti baltos minisvārkos un mirdzošiem rotājumiem...
Riiga jau sonakt iisti nebija Riiga, lai gan viss cits jau bija taapat...galvenais jau esot lai ar zarnaam nekaadas kaites neesot...protams, ja Tu nepiederi pie nevienas no ietekmiigaakajaam minoritaateem, vai necenties no uzbrukumiem patverties [atom]bumbu bedree... |
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| Tātad... |
[May. 28th, 2005|12:17 pm] |
| [ | Skan |
| | NSRD - Faktu vispār nav | ] |
Esmu pusee shai filmai un ir OK, nezinu kaapeec gan filma buutu saucama par atklaatu provokaaciju...kaut kaada parasta dziive, diezgan parastas darbiibas un apmeeram taada pasha muuzika, kaadu biezhi iznaak klausiities...noskaties filmu un Tevi paarnem sajuuta, ka OK, kaut kur jau mees ejam...
Turklaat taa aktrise...blin, peec sejas galiigi neizskataas uz taadu filmeeshanos speejiga, bet redz kā viiriesha intuīcija var arī pievilt...:)
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Atklaati sakot ar pirmo reizi liidz galam nenoskatiijos, bija nedaudz garlaiciigi, bet buus jaapiekeraas veelreiz...
Bet ASV dienvidu stati un Jaunorleaana - tas tieshaam ir speeks...kad esi tur, liekas ne citaa valstii bet citā pasaulē!!! |
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| Lieks streess nav nepieciešams, tūlīt tas sāksies... |
[May. 28th, 2005|12:21 pm] |
| [ | Skan |
| | Moloko - Pure pleasure seeker | ] |
Tātad jātiek skaidrībā ar Marksa un Fuko uzskatiem par visādiem metafiziskiem politiskās filozofijas jautājumiem...gan jau, ka sekojošais man palīdz labāk atklāt lietu būtību...
I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess
If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine
You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Don't tell me I've nothin' to do |
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