Parodykit man pirstu ta moteri, kuri nera nei syki gyvenime aborto pasidarius..

Duok man...

Tai ka zinai tiktai tu,
Ko pas kitus nerandu..

As juk zinau, kad ilgai...
Laukt nereikes...

                                        (Track 3)

palete..
rulete..
padariau..

Jauciu, kad laikas i pensija, gerbiami kolegos...

Nenorejau as nieko skriaustnx, ir koks fcking skirtumas, jei vistiek supitlyji?

Baxuriukas yra tas, kuris gerai varo...
reikia man reinkarnacijos...
be sazines,
sirdagrauzio
ir istizimo...

zjblidevushki,nuirnx,zjblyble...

kaip tuscia..

tikiuosi greit praeis...

ups...

Mergina salia manes... Sturmane. Ji vaziuoja greiciausiame automobilyje.. Avarijos tikimybe labai nedidele.
Vieningelis pavojus - buti ismestai, is lekiancio automobilio.. pries pat finiso linija...

"A master in the art of living knows no sharp distinction between his work and his play, his labour and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself he always seems to be doing both."
                   
                                (George Bernard Shaw)

naujausiu kuriniu nera.... man sitas patinka...

jau 2... nesuprasti...