| your choice of anestetic |
[Jan. 18th, 2008|05:42 pm] |
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| | snobisks | ] |
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| | sex changes by dresden dolls | ] |
domājot ķermenis paliek nejūtīgs. |
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| this pretty much sums everything up |
[Jan. 16th, 2008|07:59 pm] |
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| Point of view |
[Dec. 28th, 2007|10:17 pm] |
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| | nostaļģisks | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Combination of the two by Big Brother & the Holding Comp | ] |
...she went along the sandy road. A car passed by and the little sand dust stung her eyes like little needdles. She felt small rocks in her sandals.
Facing torture...
She went near her house doors and searched for the key in her bag. After a long time she finds it and tries to unlock the door. After a long time she succeeds.
Facing obstacles...
She goes into her house and sees dead flowers.
Facing Death...
...she went along the sandy road. A car passed by and she saw the beautiful dust that twirled into the sky. It looked just like fairy-dust.
Facing beauty everywhere...
She went near her house, found her keys and goes in.
Facing new worlds...
As she walks in she puts down her bag and replaces the dead flowers with fresh ones.
Facing the beauty of birth... |
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| back yo the basics |
[Dec. 25th, 2007|03:21 am] |
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| | svinīgi nihilistisks | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Heaven's gonna burn your eyes by Thievery Corporation | ] |
welcome to my anti-chistmas :) |
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| veca patiesība |
[Dec. 4th, 2007|05:11 pm] |
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| | prozaisks | ] |
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| | Charity by skunk anasie | ] |
Money can't buy hapiness. But it can buy marshmallows which are kinda the same thing. |
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| Quote of the day! |
[Nov. 15th, 2007|07:18 pm] |
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| | destruktīvi kreatīvs | ] |
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| | Lord is my weapon by Otep | ] |
"Rednecks kicked the shit out of punks, punks kicked the shit out of mods, mods kicked the shit out of skinheads, skinheads took out the heavy metal guys, and the heavy metal guys beat the living shit out of new wavers and the new wavers didn't do anything. They were the new hippies."
[Stevo, SLC Punk!] |
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| protège moi! |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|10:38 pm] |
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| | melodisks | ] |
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| | protège by Placebo | ] |
lamāšanās svešvalodās izklausās kā lielāki komplimenti, nekā vislielākie komplimenti savā valodā. |
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| dienas citāts |
[Aug. 9th, 2007|12:36 am] |
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| | miegains | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Insomnia by Faithless | ] |
"Better and end with horror than horror without end" (Adolf Hitler) |
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| ar šādiem draugiem ienaidnieki ir lieki |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|08:21 pm] |
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| | pasīvi depresīvs | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Chemicals Between Us by Bush | ] |
"..es esmu tavs draugs, tādēļ es varu tev norādīt uz visiem taviem trūkumiem, it sevišķi, kad tev ir sūdīgi, izliekoties, ka tu joko, sakot, ka tu jūties kā uz ielas sabraukts sūds..." |
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| conscientia* |
[Mar. 29th, 2007|12:55 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | pasīvi agresīvi depresīvs | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Porcelain by Moby | ] |
ja tu pateiksi, tad tevi uzskatīs par stulbu, ja nē - par nihilistu.
no stereotipiem neizbēgt.
*apziņa |
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| kreesls |
[Mar. 10th, 2007|08:26 pm] |
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| | Dog Burial by Sopor Aeternus | ] |
Ikdienišķi vadu savu dziivi un tad pēkšņi paskatos uz krēslu. Juutu kaa tas veras pretii. Peeta. Nosoda... Saaku skaidroties, attaisnoties, bet shis tik blenzh. Ietiepīgs, maita. Sadusmojos un tam iesperu. Tas nedaudz maina savu lokācijas vietu, bet turpina urbties manaa sejaa. Nesavaldos un apgāžu to uz muguras. Atskan skalji smiekli. Tas par mani smejas! Krēsls! Kas neko citu kaa citiem laiziit pakaljas nemaak! Izeju no istabas un atstāju vinju valstāmies gar zemi savos ljaunajos smieklos. |
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| Taisnība? |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|10:44 pm] |
Tiesā pirms tu pats tiec tiesāts. |
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| domu virtene |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|12:56 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Track 5 by Joseph Loduca | ] |
Brīvais lidojums. Aizmirsu izpletni. Melna ala. Miskaste. Cukura graudi. Šķība mūzika. Terpentīna un tabakas smaka. Oāze. Indiāņu dziesmas un smilšainas klintis. Spārnu vēdas. Naudas čaboņa. Ikdienas tualetes apmeklējums zelta meklējumos. Nepareizi. Spalvas kāts duras acī. Stikls. Gaisma. Aklums. Cerība. |
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| dienas citaats |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|10:47 pm] |
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| | "Song 2" by Blur | ] |
"It's better be hated for who you are, than to be loved for who you're not..." (Curt Cobain) |
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| perversi |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|01:35 am] |
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| | I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the disco | ] |
Kluklusklana biedrs iemīlas melnādainā puisī. Kas ir "ļaunāks" - savas rases robežu pārkāpšana vai viendzimuma mīlestība? |
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| njam |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|10:12 pm] |
Tu esi tas, ko tu eed |
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| tituli |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|10:31 pm] |
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| | "the view from the afternoon" by arctic monkeys | ] |
kāpēc ir labi citiem zināt, ka tieši tu gribi mirt? tāpēc, ka tad citi varbūt sarunā uzklausīs nevis gaidīs savu runāšanas kārtu.
mūsdienās pārāk daudzi vēlas būt uzklausīti. kā izcelties un tiešām tapt uzklausītam? nerunā, to ko citi grib dzirdēt, bet saki, do tiešām domā. |
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| x |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|01:12 am] |
| [ | music |
| | "untitled" by sigur ros | ] |
Trakie, kas dzīvo savā pasaulē un dzīvie, kuriem skauž un kuri cenšas trakos atgriest reālajā. Kas ir labāk? Būt trakam un baidīties, kad reiz kādam izdosies tevi atgriest realitātē? Vai normālajam, kura vienīgā doma ir nogremdēt citus? |
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| Kaut kad, angļu valodas stundā |
[Jul. 15th, 2006|08:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | apjucis | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Golden Brown by the Stranglers | ] |
“(--) No household in the English speaking world is properly furnishing unless it contains a copy of the Holy Bible and one of the works of William Shakespeare. They must present as symbols of religion and English culture... Es tikko izdomāju, ka skolotāja ir līdzīga skudru lācim...” |
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| šodienai pietiks |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|07:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | iedvesmots | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "tranquilizer jam" by zeropage | ] |
Skatieties |
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