on my own, hour after hour,
sipping cocktails and reading schopenhauer,
living in a world without imagination,
i know hope is a lack of information.
i turn my back, i shut the door, i lock the key.
a prisoner in my home, but it is lovely to be free.

boyd rice.

pamiršai slaptažodi?
paštas kaput?

ir regestruokis iš naujo!
/ex-lemora