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Having kids is weird.. you kind of bring human souls into the world and maintain legacy of mankind, yet you constantly feel like guilty shit, you're covered in shit and people treat you like shit. Anyways es ceru ka shogad man izdosies atrast jaunu darbu kaa divu beernu mammai kas nav straadaajusi vairaak kaa gadu, un kuras ieprieksheejaa buutiiba, smadzenes, un jebkaada speeja uz logosu ir anihileetas. Es ceru ka mums pietiks naudas eedienam. Es ceru ka mani beerni buus kaa mazi Tarkovskiji, kuriem nevajag mantas bet vieniigi bumbuleet starp miglainiem kokiem un kriptiskaam peljkjeem. Es ceru ka es izdziivoshu fiziski, neguljot un neruupeejoties par savu veseliibu. Jo vispaar katra diena kur ir veseliiba un eediens un reekjini nomaksaati ir dzidra oaaze un paradiizes eleksiirs - paldies, tev Dievinj, mums tachu arvien ir deep understanding, so no words are required. |
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