Let Me Ride

Communication.
This truly is a golden age of communication,
but all it really means is that everybody is talking at the same time...
everyone is mesmerized by the materialism around.
Following celebs and all that shit, I just wonder what do they see?
Limos, Champagne, Red carpet roling out by your feet,
In the crowd theres people taking pictures now at this point when you stand in this swarm of flashing lights I would have a problem understanding
did a flash come on, or am I just blinded by the riches?
yes, quite shit. like today I felt truly alive I cant explain it, the time would have been
about 19:00
and I set off on a walk from my house to Tesco, just to walk so I have 3.5 miles of country road till town and I cant explain, the trees and grass moving in the wind sun slowly setting, very bright, the smell in the air, foo fighters in the headphones, those 40 minutes were quite so to speak beutiful, true, now that is hard to find, and before you know it im here and can tell you all about it... and so back to work tomorow, abit shit that everything you get you gotta work hard for it. but fuck it.
Also a funny thing I have noticed lately in people is the same things that make us lie are the same that make us tell the truth. abit out of context but yee just drop that in....
Im tired from this damn year so musch that I have done and still doing so all im sayin is when I come to Latvia, just LET ME RIDE!

and just yee.

old times, omg! atradu.

ZVĢ, hell yeah!

step back take alook, realise.

Shit, I thought that I will make a blog and just write down crap about some party shit or nights out, but now that I step back and read them all through...
Im a fucked up person...just a complicated, confused individual,
trying or answering big questions.
And even this is for me, not you, but atleast I feel I said it.
I see a pattern, Autumn wasnt my best time, by the looks anyway.
anyways im not turning this into something major, I just realised.


So let's once again chill a song,
and keep findin our lives and others intersting, find something new even as simple as this.
fisrt of you just have a better understanding of self and secondly you would be bored as fuck if you didnt, so I shall go for a cigarette now and I wish you
a fucking cracking day.
thanks.

Is it a dream or a memory?

press play:



hmm.
ļoti ilgi jau...
sen sen, un joprojām.
kopš vismaz sešiem gadiņiem, ja ne agrāk.
vienmēr atceros, vai....nezinu.
anyways...here it goes.
es, vai kāds....
dzirdu santana-oye coma va
kautkur tuvu pie jūras...
ir balta divstāvīga cafē, vai kautkāds resort/inn.
ar tiem lietussardziņiem uz balkona.
sajūtā tāda, Kuba, neesmu tur bijis, bet izliekas.
vecās kubas mašīnas. 1957 bel air vai kautkas tāds.
es, vai kāds valkā baltu uzvalku, ar smēķi rokās, es nemācēšu pateikt,
vai esmu mašīnā, vai uz kājām, gara iela ar plamām pa vidu, divās kārtās,
ļoti saulains. un ir tā sajūta takā personība, skats uz dzīvi spēcīgi jūtams.
    vienmēr pa retam kautkur kautkā tas precīzi ienāk man prātā.
bet likas ka šis cilvēs/es nomirst.

powerful 1950/60 scarface feel.

tiešām nezinu...
bet iespējams pagājušā dzīve, vai vnk sapnis kas iesprūdis prātā.
lai nu kā, man šķiet interesanti.
enjoi the brilliant song and think, have you had something like that?
or is it that im just fucking nuts. ;D