don`t care, even if it hurts.

man nepatīk valentīndienas un es nekad neatzīšu, ka gribētos, lai patiktu. nekad. nekad. kaut kad. mana vidējā atzīme ir 8,62, kauns, meitēn, pagājušajā mēnesī bija 8,9. ye ye, i love my grades.1 neattaisnots kavējums? oh, es domāju, ka būs vismaz kādi 10. rr. gribas rakstīt dzejoļus. drīkst? ow, paldies. kissin` you.

never thought of runaway

never pushed on the REPLAY

seen before, two months ago

you, and you, ok, i`ll go.

can`t you lock the door, you can.

can`t you park that fu**ing wan?

do you feel this pain like me?

man, adore me, count to three.

lalala, i sing the song

you used to sing all days along

colours of rainbow never fade

and aftrenoon don`t loose the shades.

i`m tellin you this story, yeah

come down this afternoon.

i can`t find those fu**ing rhimes.

not anymore. bye.

maniem dzejoļiem nav jēgas un tie ir neloģiskāki par visneloģiskākajiem. thanks, i still like them. byesbyes.

wild.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

[Lord Byron]