A castaway on a distant shore. Never meant to find a source
Of pain once distant and internal.
Of loss at the core of being.
The void that teases me,
That lurks over my shoulder,
The deafening silence,
Radiating to the steady signal of the beacon.
Specks of sand,
Sparks of reason,
Hollow splendour.
A soul lost in limbo,
Tenfold euphoria.
In this moment of clarity,
I am giving birth to the other side.
Anikdotas apie tai kaip nesusikalba paprasti zmones + norintys atrodyti protingi zmones. Autobuso stotelej.
- mes laukiam autobuso.
– Mes atliekame horizontalios plokštumos stabilumo tyrimus, susijusius su vertikaliais svyravimais, bei optimizuojame perif
- kodel visi nori uzmuzti didiji Putka?
- tegul uzmusa savo mazaji, vidini, diktatoriska pirmiausiai putka o tada lenda prie dideles Putes.
Nebukim dicktatoriais - ir nebus karu!