Stakes is High

This is What im trying to say

Coins, coins and coins

Slut’s sluts and sluts

Paper money sometimes excites

Sometimes burns but mostly its pale and fast

Wicked experiences ruled by money eat souls

On the dark street where there is no hope

Sold out burnouts make there way to work

These gray days gray

But then the sun hits the asphalt and you set out for a new trip

Trying to look hip

Trying to impress

You don’t dress casual

In the flow you slowly grow

As a plant that develops its beauty

Dose plants need money?

Use water you’re not an Indian

Scary faces grow because they don’t know

Water is essential.

The Visit

The visit of my girlfreand disapointed my mind with moor darkness of the city im in right now.

You go down slow in the end!

Welcome to Hell (Most evil religion in the world)

This is about todays dissappointment in a friend.

Mountains in Victory park

When the trenchtown starts to look like real trench town you start to feel the freedom of autumn. Ride!

Real Latvian street + Some park in Ādaži

Keep up appierence

Dis for now!

The conetion from the universe

Par ko vinš dzied?

Make Tea not War

The Qeen of the universe from the undergrond read some poetry kids

ELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,

The holy tree is growing there;

From joy the holy branches start,

And all the trembling flowers they bear.

The changing colours of its fruit

Have dowered the stars with merry light;

The surety of its hidden root

Has planted quiet in the night;

The shaking of its leafy head

Has given the waves their melody,

And made my lips and music wed,

Murmuring a wizard song for thee.

There the Loves a circle go,

The flaming circle of our days,

Gyring, spiring to and fro

In those great ignorant leafy ways;

Remembering all that shaken hair

And how the wingèd sandals dart,

Thine eyes grow full of tender care:

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

 

Gaze no more in the bitter glass

The demons, with their subtle guile,

Lift up before us when they pass,

Or only gaze a little while;

For there a fatal image grows

That the stormy night receives,

Roots half hidden under snows,

Broken boughs and blackened leaves.

For all things turn to barrenness

In the dim glass the demons hold,

The glass of outer weariness,

Made when God slept in times of old.

There, through the broken branches, go

The ravens of unresting thought;

Flying, crying, to and fro,

Cruel claw and hungry throat,

Or else they stand and sniff the wind,

And shake their ragged wings; alas!

Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:

Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

"The Two Trees" is reprinted from The Rose. W.B. Yeats. 1893.

The Band For the sound Of Mārdomas

Thats whats Hapening in Overdaugava

My friends @ summer

                                                                              

  

  

  

   

Chilling with these people is a blast seen

Trenchtown Jamaica

I was tripin under the brige with metal crowd never now when someone comes and strats to haress you over bottle of vodka. Watch a movie I am Dina you get some cool ideas about real horror http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0281924/

Filma Mārdomas

 Foto: Rihards Gremze

Foto: Ingūna Gremze

The darkness of the city will eat you

Wherever you go you see beauty in eyes of the women you love.

A Storm is Comeing

Ziemeļu gaisma ir vēsa un patīkama

Aiznesīs mani nekurienē kur coca colu  dzers

Un egles tumšās mirs

Jo cilvēks ir priecīgs!

My color is Red

The Gray Days are for text sometimes sex never hex pex he he

The Hood is safe for Autum

We met @ Maskačka 

There was this gipsy women who bought a cigy for 5 cents

The network is set. The Adobe is on let the fiest begin

Russans are russans

Oh Russians oh great Russians

Russians are Africans

Russians are Africans

Russian is a creation of mud

World war was, and russans where African

Russians stayed africans even in soviet times

Because rusians are Africans

Russians are not my favorite affricans

Russian work is eating pork

No fruits and wine they like Vodka time

That’s why russans are not Greek

Russians do all the dearty work

Russians Are Africans

Full House

Zombie Girle

Talking With Venus

Rality Forever

These calls don’t matter

When the whether is bullshit

The beer

is over

And the bar gets empty

Talk to a stranger

Feel the revenge next morning

How can you feel the morning if there is no morning?

Never again

Never again!

Than the box starts to get boring

Restart

No morning again.

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Whats text

Destruction of today is the cornerstone of tommorow

Moveing on with this neverending univers that never stoped telling me what to do. Sin will lead you to happiness.

Something from the heart

Trippy Vissons of The past

When the waves turned green

The Mad Of the Bad

Mad of the bad never sad

The game of Skate

Chill @ Volcom Park old Vef park

Volcom Park Back to Cool party in pictures

Almost - Cheese and Crackers

Kikin it