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Vakaros ezītis gaja pie lācēna skaitīt zvaigznes. Viņi apsēdās uz baļķīša un tēju dzerdami, skatījās zvaigžņotajās debesīs.Tās mirdzēja virs jumta - tieši aiz krāsns dūmeņa. Pa labi no dūmeņa bija lācēna zvaigznes, pa kreisi ezīša. "Bet es viņam teikšu:"Es tev aveņu ievārijumu atnesu", un viņš sacīs:"re cik patvāris atdzisis, būs jāpiemet tie zariņi, nu tie, kadiķu zariņi", bet es viņam teikšu, bet es viņam..." Interesanti, nodomāja ezītis, ja zirgs apguļas vai viņs miglā nenoslāps? Un viņs lēnām sāka kāpt zemē no kalniņa, lai nokļūtu miglā un varētu apskatīties ka tur izskatās no iekšpuses. "Vai, pat ķepas vcairs neredz. Zirdziņ!" Taču zirgs neka neteica. (...)Es esmu upē, lai upe pati mani nes, nolēma ezītis, viņš cik vien spēja ieelpoja un viņu nesa lejā pa straumi. "Es esmu galīgi samircis, es drīz nogrimšu" pekšņikāds aizskara viņa pakaļējo ķepu:"Atvainojiet!" bez skaņas kāds teica:"Kas jūs esat un kā te nokļuvāt?" "Es esmu ezītis, es iekritu upē" "Tad sēdieties man muguirā, es iznesīsu jūs krastā" "Paldies!" "Nav par ko"sacīja kaut kas. (...)"Ezīt, kur tu biji? Es saucu, saucu, bet tu neatsaucies. Es jau arī patvāri lievenī uzpūtu, pītu krēsliņu pieliku, lai tev būtu ērtāk zvaigznes skaitīt. Domāju,ka tu tūlīt atnāksi, apsēdīsimies, iedzersim tēju ar aveņu ievārījumu, tu tač nes aveņu ievārījumu? Ja? Un es jau uzpūtu patvāri un uzmetu zariņus, nu tos, nu - ē" "Kadiķīšu" "Kadiķīšu, lai dūmi būtu un neviens cits jau bez tevis zvaigznes nesaskaitīs" Lācēns runāja, runāja, bet ezītis domāja:"Tomēr labi,ka mēs esam atkal kopā" un vēl ezītis domaja par zirgu:"kā tam tur klājas miglā."

Iekšā saucējs pie striptīza kluba:

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mans mīļākais no Fight Club:

"You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you."

Mūžīgi mūžos Alfijs :

What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket, some nice threads, fancy car at my disposal, and I'm single. Yeah... unattached, free as a bird... I don't depend on nobody and nobody depends on me... My life's my own. But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. So... what's the answer? That's what I keep asking myself. What's it all about? You know what I mean?

Pump Up The Wolume:
You hear about some kid who did something stupid, something desperate; what possessed him? How could he do such a terrible thing? Well, it's really quite simple, actually. Consider the life of a teenager - you have parents, teachers telling you what to do, you have movies, magazines and TV telling you what to do, but you know what you have to do. Your job, your purpose is to get accepted, get a cute girlfriend, think up something great to do with the rest of your life. What if you're confused and can't imagine a career? What if you're funny looking and can't get a girlfriend? You see, no-one wants to hear it. But the terrible secret is that being young is sometimes less fun than being dead.

Mr.Nobody

"We can't turn back time, that's why it is so hard to decide. We have to make the right choice. Until we don't choose - everything remains possible."

PS. I love you:

"Alone or not you got to walk ahead. Thing to remember is: if we're all alone then we're all together in that too. It helps me sometimes."

Buttertly effect

It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world
/chaos theory/

Home alone 2

Maybe they dont forget about you, but they forget to remember you. People dont mean to forget.

-Rāpo?
-Rāpo, rāpo.
-He, arī tur rāpo! Bey kas tad tur rāpo?
-Es rāpoju.
-ā, kur tad tu rāpo?
-Šurp, surp rāpoju.
-Vai viss, vai tagad tu viss atrāpoji?
-Viss.
-Oj, redz kāds tu...
-Kads tad?
-Garš.
-Hm, gars. To es pats zinu. Bet cik gars?
-Ļoti garš.
-Ļoti? Hm, ļoti. Nē, ļoti, tas nav īstais vārds.
-Bet kāds tad? Un tagad, ko tu tagad dari?
-Man prātā doma. Doma un es to domaju.
-Kada doma?
-Man prātā doma, mmmmh, izmērīt savu garumu.
-Cik laba doma! Vai es arī varu tavu domu drusku padomāt?
-Domā, domā!
-Ā, izdomāju!
-Ko tad?
-Loti vienkārši: tev jāpārlokās uz pusēm!
-Nu?
-Mmm, tā ir galva un ta ir aste.
-Jā.
-Pārlokies vēlreiz!
-Tā!
-Viss skaidrs.
-Kas tad skaids?
-Tavs garums būs divas tavas puses vai četras pušu puses.
-Tā, divas puses, četras... Nē, tas neder!
-Kapec neder?
-Tapec,ka es neesmu mērojams ar pusēm.
-Kapec tad nē?
-Tapec,ka es esmu viens vesels.
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