Nr 2

01:55 pm

He walks along singing his fairy song
Picking up magic that grows at his feet.
She says the same her peculiar way
Dreaming good fortune on everyone's street.
Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,
I'll send you a jug in the morning.
It is absurd to live in a cage,
You know there's got to be something better.
As they go by, don't look with eagle's eyes
Smile on your jailers until they grow weak.
Nothing can compare to something that's almost there
To tear up the madness that all of us seek.
Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,
I'll send you a jug in the morning.
It is absurd to live in a cage,
You know there's got to be something better.

02:34 pm

mokošs aukstums ar dūmiem, kaut kur kaktā guļ mans labākais draugs ietinies mētelī. dreb un strīdās. īstenībā viņš vēlās tikai mazliet cūcības un laimes. ekrāmā atkal grozās simtiem kāju un nevienas no tām nav īstās, mi amor.

03:18 pm

ak, jaa, nerakstiet dzeju. sevi par muļķi var padarīt arī savādāk!

05:00 pm

pšreizējais stāvoklis ir krietni patīkamāks par to, kas valdīja apm. 3 gadus. ir zuduši tituli, kontakti, vārdi, burtiski ir iznīcināts viss, izņemot tādu spiedīgu sāpju sajūtu, kura kaitinoši atgādina, ka tu esi. taču man atkal garšo tēja un es nemaz neplānoju atmest smēķēšanu.