esmu atpakaļ onlainā.

RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR

neko jums neteikšu.

SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY

Šī ir labākā svētdiena, kāda man bijusi kopš aizlaikiem.

Tagad man jādomā, ka man ir interneta draugi.
Hei, interneta draugi, kā jums klājas?

Es izliekos, ka tu vēl esi šeit.
Man ir nedaudz brendija un vismazākā glāzīte ciemā.

Atceros, pirms 10 gadiem, kad bērnība vēl nebija beigusies, es kaut kad arī biju visai laimīgs cilvēks ar skābu ģīmi, t.i. ACID FACE.
Visur, kur es gāju, es visus pazinu.
Tad es kļuvu par vēju.
Tad man iespēra zibens otrrreiz, un mēs iepazināmies nākamajā dienā.

Pagātnes rēgi lūr uz mani, bet es viņiem rādu vidējo pirkstu, uz tā ir rakstīts: "EJ NAHUJ!"

Man liekas, tev izdevās salabot šo emocionālo kropli. Tur kaut kas ir mainījies.

Es, ROFL, esmu emocionāli izkropļota.
Bet tagad...

Vispār nesaprotu, kā var kādam būt tik daudz pacietības labot manus smadzeņu caurumus, bet tas ir no sirds, es ticu.

https://youtu.be/AZMQFcRrF4c?si=Mj6IfxKLvGAKhV2i

Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth
I remember everything
I remember every little thing as if it only happened yesterday
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was Telecaster or Stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was Telecaster or Stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords
And the precise angle from which to strike!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
And the blood was, ooh, dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before
So I took my guitar
And I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it againt the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley-Davidson
The Harley howled in pain
The guitar howled in heat
And I ran upstairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping quietly in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door
Creeping into the shadows right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
My father woke up, screaming "STOP"
"Wait a minute, stop it boy! What do you think you're doing?"
"Thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"
And I said "Goddamn it, Daddy"
"You know I love you, but you've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock 'n' roll"

Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack of etiquette
As far as I'm concerned the world could still be flat
And if the thrill is gone then it's time to take it back
If the thrill is gone then it's time to take it back
Who am I? Why am I here?
Forget the questions, someone get me another beer
What's the meaning of life? What's the meaning of it all?
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
So sign up, all you raw recurits
Throw away those designer suits
You got your wepons cocked, your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the armies of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it 'til it's over and I just can't stop
If you want to get it done
You gotta do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
They got a file on me and it's a mile long
And they say that they got all of the proof
That I'm just another case of arrested development
I'm just another wasted youth
They say that I'm in need of some radical discipline
They say I gotta face the truth
That I'm just another case of arrested development
I'm just another wasted youth
They say I'm wild and I'm reckless
I should be acting my age
I'm an impressionable child in a tulmoultous world
And they say I'm at a difficult stage
But it seems to me to the contrary
Of all the crap they're gonna put on the page
That a wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth!)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth!)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth!)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth!)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth!)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth!)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth!)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth!)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth!)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth!)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth!)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth!)
Louder, louder, louder, louder
Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder!
If you want my views of history, then there's something you should know
The three men I admire most are Curly, Larry, and Moe
Don't worry about the future, sooner or later it's the past
If they say the thrill is gone then it's time to take it back
If the thrill is gone then it's time to take it back
So sign up, all you raw recurits
Throw away all those two-bit suits
You got your wepons cocked, your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enducted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it 'til it's over and I just can't stop
If you want to get it done
You got to fight for yourself
And I like my music like I like my life
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else
(Everything louder, everything louder, everything)

https://youtu.be/p-wZTxJoDCQ?si=QpiG6UiB8eRyQTHu

Beneath the moon and under star
He wandered far from northern strands,
Bewildered on enchanted ways
Beyond the days of mortal lands.

Through Evernight he back was borne
On black and roaring waves that ran
O'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
That drownded before the days began.

His sword of steel was valiant,
Of adamant his helmet tall,
An eagle-plume upon his crest,
Upon his breast an emerald.

The Cult Of The Emerald Dawn

I worship Wilderness

I'm confused. Am I effortful?

Salauztā cilvēka psihes materiāls ir draņķīgs veids kā aizdrīvēt plaisas.
Tomēr tur ir savs šarms, sava karma, kā teikt, dievišķīgs velnišķs veids, kā pacelt sevi ārpus ierastās zampas.

Godīgi sakot, es nezinu, kas es jums esmu, bet es zinu pilnīgi noteikti, ka tas ir kas radikāli atšķirīgs no tā, kas es patiesībā esmu.

Tur jau tā lieta, tas lietaskoks saka, ka tikai Tādēļ es to meklēju, to veidu, kā būt par sevi atklāti, un no turienes nāk visādi kapļi, grābekļi, random atkritumi, es tos velku ārā, apskatu un tad nezinu, ko ar tiem mēsliem iesākt.