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Varbūt

Atkal manī dzejnieks mostas: Vārdi nāk un zūd un dzied. Brūces, durtas plēstas, kostas Dvēsele no jauna zied.

Daudz kas ticis nolikts malā, Noslēpts tas, kur tumšāks kakts Ziedi nosaluši salā, Ilgi ievilkusies nakts.

Ir jātic tomēr pavasarim, Vējam noglāsta kas maigs. Arī Brigaderes Varim Nāca atmošanās laiks.

Vēl es varu rokās cilāt Cirvi cirtienam un dot. Tā, ka atbalss noskan silā, Pazaudēto atkarot.

Un nav grāmatā nevienā Rakstīts, ka jau zaudēts viss. Varbūt kādā jaukā dienā Būs jauns dzejnieks piedzimis?

Dziedāšu tad tā kā prasa, Skanēs akords gaišs un tīrs. Dzeja taps kā zobens asa, Kļūšu ievērojams vīrs.

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Sometimes I get so tired of people in russian subway=metro and i close my eyes, so no one can approach me with such a widespread here absurdly and obviously shameless staring look full of empty interest, and without any kind of a manner, as well as any kind of a jealousy or hatred. still it is very annoying to get this kind of look, immediatly you feel involved into competition of who does not care more about another. but thing here is -- i usually escape, i just close my eyes.

and Sometimes all i see when i close my eyes is my death. and then i prefer to keep my eyes open and accept once again that i am still here and i have to live through another two or three years before i can buy one-way ticket and never come here again.

3/5/19

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Have a Lucky Day

I feel lucky I just feel that way I'm on a bus to Atlantic City later on today Now I'm sitting at a blackjack table and I swear to God my dealer has a tag says “Mabel” “Hit me hit me” -- I smile at Mabel soon they're bringing complimentary drinks to the table

Players win and winners play have a lucky day 

Mabel gives me a great big smile she's getting to know me she's on my side I'm a winner, I'm a winner, I'm a winner, I'm a winner And I came to play now I know why they say

Players win and winners play Have a lucky day

Now I'm down a little in fact I'm down a lot I'm on a roller coaster ride that I can't stop Yea my luck has changed but she'll come back That's the beauty of a game of chance I can't loose forever but I'm doomed to try because I keep on hearing a voice inside

Players win and winners play Have a lucky day

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Princess Cruiser

Passion hides In painted smiles Tropical liaisons Wet and wild

Mingle and Chime, And Ladder Climb For Glamour and For Glow The Jet Set Meets the Maritime Where Love is Bought and Sold

Storms are Searching Deep Within Her Lying Eyes Will Always Win Dusk Till Dawn She Troughs As Your Will Is Dying

Poolside Games For Little Dames Was a Twister Now You’re a Limbo

The Beetle Bending, Hot Signal Sending Just How Low Can You Go? Cabin Fever Overwhelms Torrid Dreams at Slumbers Hell

Restless You Wake The Night Owl You Take When Someone Calls and You Come

Hearts Get Played Customs Paid Soon They Came To Soothe the Burn of Love In Vain

Wash Ashore A Jetsam Whore Desire the Undertow When High Time Goes The PRINCESS CRUISER knows Bon Voyage

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Ziemeļmeita

Gāju meklēt Ziemeļmeitu Garu tālu ceļu veicu Lēni un par vēlu nācu Meklējot šo Ziemeļmalu Naktī zvaigžņu jūrā redzu Debess malu to Kur mīt mana Ziemeļmeita Kā lai tieku vējiem līdzi Kas to apciemo Gadi aiziet viņu meklējot Mana daiļa Ziemeļmeita Kur ir tava baltā kleita Kādi tagad zelta mati Kur ir tavi zvaigžņu rati

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Bury me in Black

I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight I lied, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time Just give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflame These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light I've been calling you all week For my shotgun Pick up the phone Pick up the phone fucker! I want to see what you're insides look like I bet you're not fuckin pretty on the inside I want to see what you're insides look like I want to see em Well you don't say And well I can explain what happened to my face Late last night I'm sleepin in empty pools and vacant alleyways And what I'm goin through, shot lipgloss through my veins And when I can't complain With the falling rain

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Double Identity Crisis

i guess identity crisis is not actually being unable to decide wich part of one’s national-self-acceptance stands out in a more unnatural and absurd way, oh no no no. it’s more like not being able to finally accept that neither of one’s mother languages is good enough to even call it a mother language and feeling like a predator to all of your family and or friends because you dont really feel all the “connections”, you just feel like a unique person and dont give a shit and the fact that you are supposed to give a shit is an actual identity crisis by me. but in addition to this i have another level of identity crisis which is not being able to afford a decent spaghetti on my table cuz i cant work full time and hearing im not good enough at uni cuz i cant study full time — with both of these crisises one on top of another i get the worst mood i can get and sudden deep lack of creativity in writing my term paper. and for another god damn time i turn on good old Abner Jay and ask my Lord for a middle size briefcase filled with 100$ banknotes to be found by me while going for some orange juice tomorrow morning at 7 am. Amen.

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The Sharpest Lives are the Deadliest to Lead

Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own If I crash on the couch, can I sleep in my clothes? 'Cause I spent the night dancing, I'm drunk I suppose If it looks like I'm laughing I'm really just asking to leave this alone You're in time for the show You're the one that I need I'm the one that you loathe You can watch me corrode Like a beast in repose 'Cause I love all the poison away with the boys in the band

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Agony

Take a pill and go to sleep I'm chasing witches in the street I'm the last page in your book Can't write a song, only do hooks Watching horses in the fields The dragon rests in agony When I'm afraid I lose my mind It's fine, it happens all the time

So many lies that I found Blood, Heaven, I stick to the ground So many times I realized What I seek for is right in front of my eyes I'm alone in a hole in the ground A theater of dogs is still around My furniture has come alive I'm dancing with a candlestick tonight Flying kites reaping outside my window smiles with fright Isolation caved in I adore you, the sound of your skin

Jonatan Leandoer Håstad

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北方有佳人, 絕世而獨立 

一顧傾人城, 再顧傾人国 

寧不知倾城与倾国 佳人難再得

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karate&good manners

and when i was writing about my beloved book about karate in some previous post — i wasnt kidding. today i found the book and i hope i will get it somehow soon. it actually covers not only karate, but many other martial arts. pics are so vivid in my memory, when i see them i travel back in time i've also just bought another book from my childhood — its about good manners and its just so amazing, i've learned so much from it! i cant wait to get it and open it and just hold it and smell the paper. nothing can be compared to this. the days i spent in the school library 10 years ago seem to be so bright and happy, it was a pretty nice time and i dont think i have felt anything like that since

6/5/18

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hello, fine weather in saintpetersburg, everyone is so happy with you but i prefer it cloudy-rainy’ish since i get damaged with sunlight get confused with amount of people on the streets get annoyed by the dust you bring get tired of light out of the windows till 8 pm just go away and never be back here ples

10/4/18

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feeling really sick with my life listening to lean a lot wanna go to primary school again and read books about karate wish there were mac&cheese instant noodles in stockman again sold my sweater for 300 roubles and bought barilla sauce and milk wish i could afford xanax

8/4/18

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sean combs describing the moment of love in 2006 or so

“yeah uhmm... we.. we met like.. i say it was like maybe 12 years ago. yea, we used to work the same jobs, used to work at “uptown”, “mca” records together. u know.. um.. i used to just walk past her and not even really say nothin’.. and... then one day, one day.. our eyes did meet though. man, i think the best way i can describe her.. is like.. like... like-like she dont really wanna make me smile, u know?.. uhm.. now every time i see her is like.. its like the first time i saw her face. and some people have that affect on you.. i thank god that he sent me somebody, u know who truly loves me... u know? yeah, that was so.”

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SPOTTED BROWN

Spotted brown   I sleep under a mouth of clouds In the dream world on bare feet We run the same streets and never meet Like twins in mama kanga's pouch Pass a cigarette on the couch Without you What would I do? I run and shout and kiss you Run away or towards you but always you Consumed Together Spotted brown Forever Spotted brown You laugh high and sweet You laugh hard as rain too And tell me you're through But cheeks cheery or cheeks bummed I crash a kiss into them I'm dying to get me some Come with me to the dark                     Like two wheels we'll turn away Come to your favorite park                                         Like two moons over peach hills Every moment that I missed Tear soaked cheeks salted my kiss Out of a dream I crash down on Spotted brown                          On and on Forever

Sean Nicholas Savage

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nowhere to run

when its 3 am and u cannot sleep and u cannot study and u just lay in the bed and think think think. then u fall asleep somehow but when u wake up its all different and u cant think anymore u just stand up and make some tea, feeling frustrated u cant even memorise the things u were thinking of, then ur day is full of useless shit, laundry and frozen wave-fry-potatoes, then that happens again, u just lay and cant sleep in black&blue darkness, u heart is turning black&blue, ur soul is turning black&blue, and even if u sleep for some couple an hours u dont dream, no dreams, no pictures and there's nowhere u can run. but today i had a dream where i was sitting at some super 2k years styled computer monitor with Windows95 on it and i played my fave game from my childhood where i must manipulate a car with an icecream and i felt so happy then, it was so beautiful. :_^)