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When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all the martinis
I don't know which should be my favorite paintings

If I could see, if I could see, if I could
See all the symbols, unlock what they mean
Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally

vienas
vienas

ryšio nėra

Must fight

Some days end at evenings
But some do not end at all

:|

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this shit, blood and cum on my hands

Su gimtadieniu, nors ir praejusiu, girdejau smagiai atsventet:]