| vecas lietas, kas izbira kārtojot putekļainos plauktus (circa ~2000) |
May. 25th, 2009|01:18 pm |
"So beautiful yet so delicate... like butterfly wings... squeeze too tight and everything turns to dust"
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"A city that thinks"
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"Oh, the thirst,
Oh the hunger!
In my thoughts
I hear the thunder.."
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"And again I sit
On the edge of a cliff
Look my eyes out
to find the motile
Alas! I spot my next prey
the feelings in me
go higher and higher
I jump very high,
Almost into the sky,
Focus my third eye,
and drop like a ray
Alas! I caught my next prey!
The feelings in me
go higher and higher
At last I may feast
My fangs do the rest
I rip open it's chest
and my feelings...
Alas! I eat my next prayer
The feelings in me
go higher and higher
And again I sit
on the edge of a cliff
I look my eyes out
to find the motile..
Alas! I've done it forever
the feelings in me
go lower and lower..." |
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