Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
And everything found a place for me.
The fashion of passion I rationed with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me.
But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll.
But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole.
A blessing refreshing in you did unfold,
Dispelling depressing distressing salt from my soul.
Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
And everything found a place for me.
The fashion of passion I rationed with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me.
But now with you by my side,
I find that I feel so satisfied,
Somebody must have lied to me.
Puslapis yra pramoginis. Kalbinti jo narius galima ir reikia. Gaivinti ir plesti temas galima ir reikia. Apstu vietos saviraiskai ir idomioms mintims, pastebejimams, polemikai. Reikia kurybos fantazijos iniciatyvos entuziazmo idejuaktyvumo drasos.
Kai bus griezta atranka su tokiais tavo isvardintais kriterijais kad patekt i tokia bendruomene kruta, laikysiu egzamona.. o dabar kol kas cia tokios tvarkos nesama.
Jei kam įdomu, ką AI mano skirtingais klausimais, tas žmogus pats to AI pasiklaus. Nebūtina kiekvieną savo diskusiją su AI raportuoti čia, nes TAI NIEKAM NĖRA ĮDOMU. Tamsta gal ir turi žiupsnelį savikritiškumo, bet nesugeba į tai atsižvelgti ir keistis.
Nebent tai kažkokia savirefleksija, kur tamsta tiesiog sau dėstote savo mintis. Bet to nebūtina publikuoti, tą ir galima daryti sau, o prieš publikuojant verta pagalvoti, ar tai bus įdomu bendruomenei. Tamsta visai neturite bendruomeniškumo jausmo.