dziivee esmu satikusi tikai vienu magjisku cilveeku.
vinjsh bija pieklaajiigi pieticiigs, gjeerbaas tumshaas dreebees, seeriigi smaidiija, runaaja klusi, nedaudz nervozi, bet ar daudz un skaistiem vaardiem par psihadeeliju un maldiishanos, ilgi
vinjsh straadaaja kaut kaadaa papiiru un datoru un puteklju uznjeemumaa, visu atlikusho laiku guleeja, lietoja haluciogeenus, rakstiija nepubliceetas noveles, lasiija daudz graamatas un cereeja uznjemt filmu par revoluuciju
vinjsh bija ljoti vaajsh un baals, tad vinjsh aizgaaja no darba jo iemiileejaas polju meitenee un aizbrauca no skotijas, es ceru, ka vinjsh ir sasodiiti laimiigs

man vairs nepatiik dziesmas par miilestiibu, bet dziesmas par sabotaazhu un jeezu

vinjsh arii man rakstiija, ka

'Life is brutal, nasty and short, and anyone who believes otherwise is too spoiled, too crazy, too innocent or too stupid. What you have to do is accept that life sucks, you're going to die, and there's nothing you can do about it. Once you come to terms with that, you can get in about the real business of what life is all about - trying to have as much fun as possible before you turn into dust or wormfood. It's easy to lose sight of these facts when you've got to get up in the morning, go to work, go shopping, do housework, pay bills, run out of money, have arguments with those closest to you etc etc. If there's something you really want to do, then you should throw yourself headlong into it.'
bless him