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2008-05-30 22:43
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o kodėl
2008-05-30 00:35
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maži daiktai niekad nebūna tiesiog taip. Visada šalia didesnių
2008-05-28 22:18
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pusiau sapnuoju
2008-05-25 01:03
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žeme, sukis greitai
2008-05-18 17:46
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siesta

šen truputį pertempiau, bet gi nuo dviračio nusiverčiau, tai turiu pasiteisinimą
2008-05-17 23:56
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hohoho`
2008-05-16 18:15
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talk talk

TALK TALK
2008-05-09 10:58
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My name is Tina Sims. I’m eighteen years old.  I live in the Bronx but I’m from Harlem. I was born in Harlem Hospital, basically in Manhattan, but the hospital is called Harlem hospital, August 18, 1988.

They call me Toewhoppin’ Tina cause there’s a dance that’s called The Toewhop. I’m nice in it, I gets crazy, meanin’, I do it very well. I go to parties, straight parties, gay parties, cause I’m gay whatever, and I go to gay parties, basically, all the time.

I used to live on Hunts Points; everybody should know where that’s at!
That’s hookerville, prostitutes and all that. I live by an area flooded with drugs but luckily I’m not into it. You don’t see nothin’ good about Hunts Point except the schools, the schools is good. Other than that, you see basically violence. People getting shot over there. People dying over there. People blowing up stuff. You see young girls the age fourteen walking round with short mini skirts and little tank tops, stoppin’ at twelve o’clock at night, stopping, waving their hands for cars, hopping in cars, giving a jerk-off for like five dollars, ten dollars, just to have money in their pockets--you know--blow jobs -- that means sucking dick -- for like fifty dollars. You see pimps, you see people, you see cuttees--cuttees is crackheads--they be out there all day every day, walking up and down the blocks, looking for crack, stealin’. What else?

Well, Hunts Point is crazy over there cause there was a time of day last year in August, around the time of my birthday, my brother got stabbed. I wasn’t there when he got stabbed. I was there after, when they got me from the park, right around the corner from my house, that’s when I heard he got stabbed. Something about he violated somebody’s property or something so they just stabbed him up and all that. I was just laughing like – Ha!. They was like, “Yo your brother’s fightin up there”, they didn’t say stabbin, they say your brother’s fightin. I’m like “What you talking about?” I’m laughing, I’m like “You just playin”, they’re like, “No seriously.” So I had to run up the block and all that, so there was mad blood on the floor, then I had to run up in the house, saw a lot of blood, my mother was holding his head, his side, cause he had wounds to the head, to his side, to his back, his ribs and all that and then after that I was just going crazy, like, they had to do a crime scene, it was crazy to think, I thought my brother was going to die. My mind was going crazy, like wow, I just felt like hurting somebody that day. Cause that’s scary, to see all those bruises, knives, see his insides, Little Reesie, his insides when he got stabbed, that was crazy. All that blood just dripping, puddles of blood.

You know – he had one on his head. There was wounds to his side. My mother had to hold one towel, she had to hold a towel, not a napkin, not none of that, a towel to his head, still was the whole towel was bloody, mad blood on my mother’s clothes, blood all over the floor, when you try to walk to the back room you step in a puddle of blood, not just no -- you just step -- it was a puddle of blood. He had wounds to his side. It was like the inside, you could see the insides. It was crazy. It’s just nasty. You don’t even know if you wanna walk out and throw up or cry. Just all that blood just gushing down, down his face, mad blood, his whole face was full of blood. Then, she’s just trying to hold one on one hand, I mean, the towel in one hand, towel on a side where his ribs is at, a towel, she’s trying to do everything, like one in the back --I couldn’t even touch her -- she was just yelling, “Help him! Help him!” I was going outside crazy screamin. Somebody called the cops cause, I don’t know, something happened to our phone that day, it was working but we don’t know what happened, I guess my mother was trying to call somebody and it just -- she was just going crazy -- she probably messed up the phone, and I ran outside like “Yo! Somebody call the cops!” and they was just standing there like they didn’t know what was going on. I’m like, “Yo, my brother’s stabbed up!” and all that and it took like a half an hour, hour for the cops to come, my brother could of have had been dead, people don’t understand that, that junk made me sick. I felt like cursing out the cops too, but to avoid all that I kept it moving. It was crazy that day, everybody coming out, surrounding, like “Yo, What happened?” I didn’t want to answer nobody. My face expression was me, I was crying, my best friend was there holding me down, like “Yo it’s gonna be all right.”
2008-05-04 01:21
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kaimas sūris
ožka kumpis
grynas kvapas
prakaito
jo,
rugiuos ligi pusės
įsibridusio
mintys neša
ten
prie traktoriaus
prie mėšlinų jos kojų
mintys jos
neša prie plento
prie kelio
ten dūzgia mašinos
vienoj sėdi ponas
taip ji mano
ji mano dar
kad ponas ją paims į miestą
gal

miestas sūris
šuo kalė
dūmai
šviesos dūzgia
šurmulys sukeltas
šimtų apavų
stuksenančių ir skubančių
šurmulys sukeltas
iš po žemių
lyg vulkanams
giedrą naktį
į paviršių išsiveržus
kaminam
sprogtelint
statant dar vieną aplinkkelį
aplink-kelis
rūmai bokštai pastatai mano mintys į tave
šviesos greitumu
2008-04-30 22:18
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