until his body rose from the chair to go,
to borrow air from the empty sky
and thought on how we are often filled with subtle vapors that lift
and carry our days and ways
(these humors)

and ease our passing
and reshape every moment
and fade, like clouds

1. kažkas papirko komisiją (gal slaptas gerbėjas?!)

koks vakaras ilgas, baltoji varnele...

Baladė

pasėdėjo pakilo nuėjo
kaip šėtonas kaip dievas kaip vėjas
ant šventoriaus akmens pasėdėjo
ir pakilo ir sunkiai nuėjo
nieks daugiau apie jį negirdėjo
nei ruduo nei gėrovai nei vėjai
nei pamaldūs miestelio šlavėjai:
pasėdėjo pakilo nuėjo

Kajokas, Donaldas. Meditacijos: poezijos rinktinė. - Vilnius: Vaga, 1997.

my life is poetry turned into prose.

Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference
For instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's +Restless+
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist!

karvės do rule :)

mano tetis siandien plauna indus :D Robis zide kaip zveris (matyt uz Urtyte). manau, manau... as atsigaunu.

scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
with frozen smiles to chase love away
human kindness in overfloating
and i think it's going to rain today

......

right before me
the signs implore me
help the needy and
show them the way
human kindness is overfloating
and i think it's going to rain today

mokytojai manęs nekenčia. o patys vos vos pedaguškėn įstojo.